The flag could not fall when a person died, but the flag had to be raised when a person died!
These were the words of Wu Jianfeng to Wang Ye after he carried the flag.
Feeling extremely helpless, Wang Ye could only respond with a resounding "Yes."
A gentle breeze brushed past, causing the flag to flutter.
Skipping breakfast and morning exercises, the team set off under Wu Jianfeng's command, with Wang Ye leading the way while carrying the flag.
They walked tirelessly until dawn, covering almost an hour and a half.
They encountered no one along the way because they had been directly guided up the mountain upon leaving.
The path existed, but it wasn't paved with cement. Following the mountain road, the cool morning breeze tousled the flag that Wang Ye was carrying.
Naturally, the flag, which had initially felt nearly weightless, suddenly became several times heavier due to the wind, becoming quite a burden.
