By the time Yue Xiaofei finished the last line of the poem, his voice had grown hoarse. He slowly lowered the letter, tears glistening in his eyes.
Inside the secret chamber, one could have heard a pin drop.
Everyone remained immersed in that tragic heroism and passion that transcended time, unable to pull themselves free.
It was as though that bloodstained flag still fluttered before their eyes.
Those roared declarations of names and origins, and those earthshaking explosions, still thundered in their ears.
Only after a long while did someone draw a deep breath, breaking the suffocating silence.
"Heaven... heaven bless our Dragon Kingdom! To think we had men of such loyalty and courage!"
A family head spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes reddened. He involuntarily cupped his hands in salute, as though paying his respects to the young master of the Lu family he had never met.
"Lu Zhenhua wasn't merely a young master of the Lu family. He was the backbone of our nation!"
Another family head clenched his fists in agitation. His earlier greed for wealth and shame over his betrayal had now been replaced by a nobler emotion.
"Sihang Warehouse, the Eight Hundred Heroes... I'd only ever read about them in books. I never imagined the people in those stories could be so close to us!"
Chen Duo choked up, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. "Those men who jumped with grenades strapped to them... those who risked their lives to deliver telephone wire... they..."
Lin Xiaolu gripped Chen Duo's hand tightly, her own eyes swimming with tears, and nodded emphatically. "And that schoolgirl. How frightened she must have been, and how brave..."
Bai Bing drew a deep breath. Her cool, clear eyes were now brimming with tears as well.
"What a line: 'The Great