As soon as Yue Xiaofei finished speaking, another wave of thunderous applause swept through the crowd.
"Yes! This is where it belongs!"
"This flag is the spiritual emblem of our Dragon Kingdom!"
"Let it stay here forever and tell future generations how we once fought!"
Hearing those words, the Memorial Hall's director, a man past sixty, trembled all over with excitement.
He hurried over, his aged eyes brimming with tears as he stared intently at the tattered Battle Flag, which still radiated strength.
His lips quivered, and for a long while, he could not get out a complete sentence.
"Good... good... wonderful..."
The director understood just how much this flag meant.
It was not merely a historical artifact.
It was a living piece of history.
The unyielding soul of a nation!
Only with it would this Memorial Hall truly have a "soul"!
Supporting his grandfather, Yue Xiaofei slowly placed the heavy flagpole in the director's hands.
The director reached out with trembling hands and accepted the Battle Flag carefully and solemnly, as though receiving a priceless treasure.
He bowed deeply to Yue Qinhu.
"On behalf of the Memorial Hall and all the fallen martyrs, I thank you, honored veteran Yue!"
"Rest assured, we will use the finest preservation techniques to keep it intact and ensure that its spirit lives on forever!"
With that, the director straightened and solemnly instructed the staff behind him in a tone that brooked no argument:
"Immediately! Clear out our main exhibition hall! Give this 'Tiger Braves' Battle Flag the place of honor at its very center!"
Then the director turned back, looking with profound reverence and eagerness at Yue Qinhu, Xu Anbang, and all the other veterans present whose chests were covered in medals.
He bowed deeply once more and extended his most sincere invitation.