"I said," Pang Tong said, looking up at the fluttering three-color flag and swaying on his horse, "I've always wanted to ask... why do you use three colors?"

"...Is this..." Fei Qian coughed, rolled his eyelids, and said without changing his expression, "Blue symbolizes the sky, but also symbolizes glory, calmness and endless exploration; cyan symbolizes the earth, and also symbolizes

With harvest, strength and eternal hope; red..."

The cyan color of the Han Dynasty was not the light color of later generations, but indigo, a darker color almost similar to blue-black.

"Symbolizes people? Flames? Blood and battle?" Pang Tong said inferences.

"Well, well, hehe... So the red is in the middle, which means we Han people..." Fei Qian smiled and said, "Stand upright! How about it?"

"That's right!" Pang Tong looked at the flag with bright eyes and couldn't help but praise, "Tsk, tsk, amazing, um, amazing... the people of heaven and earth..."

Fei Qian laughed twice, and secretly glanced at the tricolor flag. Well, even without Pang Tong asking, he didn't realize that such a tricolor flag had such a special symbolic meaning...

Well, I must have thought this way originally, it must be so.

"Everyone, do you understand?" Pang Tong suddenly raised his arms high, pointed at the flag, and shouted loudly to the left and right: "Blue is the sky! Blue is the earth! We were born between heaven and earth, and we should stand up to the sky and the earth.

, so as not to insult the name of our Han people!"

"Wei!" Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the queue looked at the three-color flag, subconsciously raised their swords in greeting, and said in unison, "Stand upright to the heaven and the earth, so that we can live up to the name of the Han people!"

"What? You can't hear me!" Pang Tong yelled almost without a teacher.

"Stand upright to the heaven and the earth! We will not be humiliated! We! The name of the Han people!"

The soldiers guarding the left and right, even Huang Xu, stretched his neck and shouted loudly with his veins exposed.

The sound was like muffled thunder, rolling across Changle Palace and rushing in all directions to the west...

At this time, it was the time of trance. Many people in Chang'an City finally took a breath after seeing the rioters outside the city being pacified. They were exhausted and prepared to rest. Although it was not completely silent, they suddenly heard such an explosion from Chang'an.

The sky rolled past the city, and many people were so frightened that they fell off their couches.

"Standing upright?"

"Don't insult the name of the Han people?"
Chapter completed!