(Art by "来自lofter" I think... I dunno I'm not sure XD)

It was a bright and sunny day In the heart of the bustling city center of Beijing, Tiananmen Square, 1967. An escort of sorts drove through the main road, many citizens seeming to cheer and raise the "little red books" towards the convoy. China sat in a modest car, flanked by his trusted commanders as military personnel escorted him. The streets were alive with the sounds of revolution, propaganda slogans echoed off the walls, and the fervent energy of the crowd was palpable. As the vehicle rolled through the throngs of supporters, China leaned out, his hand raised in a wave, a wide and reassuring smile on his face.

"Long live the Revolution!"

He called, his voice cutting through the noise like a clarion. The crowd erupted in cheers, faces alight with hope and determination. Children waved flags, and the elderly raised their fists in solidarity. China's smile only grew wider, looking at the proud and charismatic faces of those who admired him which fueled his confidence. The car turned a corner, leading them toward the Great Hall of the People. With every cheer, China felt the pulse of the nation beneath him, a reminder of the responsibility he carried.

As they approached, China nodded to his commanders, a Red Guard opening the car door to let him and his commanders out. China firmly exited, bowing subtly yet sincerely as he passed the guard, his commanders following close as he walked along the halls, each soldier and personnel in the building saluting and greeting China as he passed.