The next day, early morning.
Moscow, blanketed by heavy snowfall overnight, turned the entire city white.
However, pedestrians and vehicles were more numerous than usual, all heading towards Red Square, with the streets constantly echoing with the rousing Soviet military songs as the parade proceeded normally.
Xu Jie followed at the rear of the militia formation, unconsciously humming along with the Soviet songs, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he spoke to his friends in the livestream chat:
"We're about to enter Red Square, folks."
"I have to say, in this atmosphere, I've been somewhat affected."
"Look over there."
"Everyone is a citizen of the Soviet Union, looking at us with the eyes of seeing heroes."
"In such a situation, how could one afford to lose face."
Though not a native of 'Earth', everyone tends to follow the crowd.
