Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

The night wind was cold and damp, stirring up the discarded documents and scraps of paper scattered on the airport runway.

A heavy transport plane bearing the emblem of the Republic of China stood in the night, its engines roaring and its propellers whipping up turbulent air currents that sent fallen leaves swirling around.

Chiang Kai-shek stood in front of the gangway, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

He gripped his walking stick tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hand bulging high.

Outside the airport, two rows of heavily armed guards stood sparsely.

There were no neat military formations, no farewell slogans.

The soldiers didn't even straighten their backs, staring blankly at the group of people in front of the gangway, their eyes filled with undisguised mockery and indifference.

The tide has turned, and the people's hearts have been lost.

The fact that these soldiers didn't immediately turn against him and point their guns at him was already a final act of mercy after receiving the dismissal money.

"Damn it!" Chiang Kai-shek let out a hoarse curse, slamming his stick heavily on the cement ground, his whole body trembling.

"They're all traitors! They're all spineless cowards!"

He looked around. Behind him were only a few loyal generals, including Chen Cheng.

Others didn't even say goodbye; some had already taken the gold bars they had looted and telegraphed an uprising, while others had already flown to Hong Kong.

"Chairman, the wind is too strong, let's get on the plane."

Chen Cheng raised his wrist, glanced down at his pocket watch, and his voice betrayed his barely concealed anxiety and fear.

"Leave? The world is so vast, where are we going now?"

Chiang Kai-shek turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted with extreme anger.

"That short-sighted idiot Truman actually used Taiwan to trade with Yan'an for diplomatic relations! Instead of giving us military aid, he kicked us when we were down!"

Chen Cheng lowered his head, clenching his teeth tightly, not daring to respond.

Chiang Kai-shek suddenly raised his walking stick, pointed it at the dark night sky, and said in a voice almost maniacally, "It's all because of that damned celestial canopy! If it hadn't appeared out of nowhere, spoiled history, and exposed all our secrets, how could the Party and the country have suffered such a crushing defeat!"

"Those warlords who were initially hesitant now see me as a dying pig, and they lined up to surrender as soon as the war began!"

On the outskirts. Two soldiers holding rifles exchanged a glance, and one of them couldn't help but let out a loud sneer.

The sound was particularly jarring in the night wind.

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Chiang Kai-shek whirled around, his face instantly turning purplish-red, and roared at the soldier, "Insolence! Drag him out! Shoot him!"

The guards remained motionless; no one went to arrest the person. Instead, a few people silently pulled the bolts of their guns.

Chen Cheng's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Chiang Kai-shek's arm tightly, pulling him backward.

"Chairman! No! The situation is out of control. Opening fire could easily trigger a mutiny! The advance column in Yan'an is less than twenty miles from the airport. If they don't leave now, they'll really be prisoners!"

In the distance, the low rumble of artillery fire could be faintly heard in the night sky.

That was a death knell, a countdown that was being crushed by the wheels of history.

Upon hearing the cannon fire, Chiang Kai-shek's shoulders slumped abruptly, and the authority and anger he had just managed to maintain vanished instantly.

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, his back hunched over.

"Go to America."

He uttered a few words from his withered lips, then turned abruptly and stepped onto the gangway.

His steps were hurried and disorderly; he even missed a step with his first step and nearly tripped on the metal steps.

Chen Cheng quickly reached out to help him up from behind and beckoned the remaining officers to catch up.

The cabin door slammed shut, shutting out the sounds of the wind, the gunfire, and the ancient capital that no longer belonged to them.

The plane accelerated and taxied on the runway, then suddenly pulled up, soared into the air, and disappeared into the boundless night.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers remaining on the ground did not hesitate at all. They threw down their rifles, tore off the badges from their collars, and turned to walk in groups toward the city defenses.

Dawn was approaching, and they had to go to welcome the royal army.

Who would be willing to die alongside a stray dog ​​that has fled to the other side of the ocean?

Thus, the modern era came to a complete end with this fleeing transport plane.

A new great power is about to be reborn from the ashes on this land ravaged by war, its momentum unstoppable.