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"My God...is this really true?"

"This is too cruel... I've never seen these photos before!"

"Look at this one, it even has the Japanese soldier's signature and the date on it, it's definitely developed from the original negative!"

Gasps and gasps erupted from the crowd.

Many people covered their mouths, their eyes filled with anger and shock.

The reporters went completely crazy.

Dozens of cameras were simultaneously pointed at the wall, their flashes turning the room into daylight.

Reporters carrying microphones crowded at the front, their voices trembling: "Dear viewers, we are now at the Shen Mingyuan-Shazhenjiang Revolutionary Memorial Hall."

"As you can see, this exhibition displays a large number of previously unpublished original photographs of the Japanese invasion of China. These are irrefutable evidence of the crimes committed by the Japanese army!"

Shen Wang stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes calm.

These photos were all found in Anda Twenty-Three's lair after he captured him alive last time.

Of the thousands of original photos, he selected only a few hundred of the most representative ones to display here.

"These materials are invaluable."

The old leader stopped and stared at the photos on the wall for a long time, his voice a little hoarse: "Many of our evidence was destroyed by the Japanese in the past. These photos are the most powerful indictment."

Sha Ruijin nodded, his tone heavy: "Yes, these were all donated selflessly by Comrade Shen Wang."

The old leader looked at Shen Wang with even greater appreciation.

The group followed the guide and continued walking inside.

In the center of the second exhibition hall, in a separate glass display case, lies a yellowed sticky note.

The sticky note was slightly torn, with the edges curled up, but the writing on it was still clearly visible.

"I owe Mr. Shen Mingyuan one million silver dollars, hereby..."

Signed: Deputy Director.

Date: March 1941.

The entire exhibition hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone crowded around, craning their necks and staring intently at the note in the glass display case.

"One...one million silver dollars?"

"My goodness! One million silver dollars in 1941! How much money is that worth!"

"That's not the point! The point is the signature! Deputy Director! That's a Deputy Director!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Everyone gasped, their faces filled with disbelief.

One million silver dollars was an astronomical sum in that era of war and chaos.

Let alone a million, even ten thousand dollars would be enough to sustain an army of over a thousand men for half a year.

What's even more shocking is the signature.

That's the deputy director!

He actually wrote an IOU to Shen Mingyuan himself?

Those who previously thought Shen Mingyuan was just someone Sha Ruijin had brought along to keep them company now felt a burning pain on their faces.

They're not just giving me a freebie!

Could someone who could get the deputy director to personally write an IOU for a loan of one million silver dollars be an ordinary person?

"Wow, Shen Mingyuan is that amazing..."

"I thought he was just an ordinary martyr, I never imagined he had such a distinguished background!"

"No wonder Secretary Sha wanted to build a museum for him alongside martyr Sha Zhenjiang; he truly deserves it!"

Whispers rose and fell. Everyone looked at the IOU with awe.

Before everyone could recover from the shock of the million-dollar IOU, the guide led them to the next display case.

Inside the display case hangs a calligraphy work.

On the Xuan paper, eight powerful characters read: Righteousness reaching the heavens, the backbone of the nation.

Upon seeing these eight words, everyone present, including the former leader, was stunned.

"This...this is the deputy director's handwriting!" an old leader exclaimed.

Almost everyone present recognized the handwriting.

This unique handwriting style and this magnificent momentum are undoubtedly the deputy director's own handwriting!

Let's look at the signature:

"A gift to my young friend Shen Mingyuan."

"Deputy Director."

boom!

The crowd erupted in chaos, as if a bomb had been dropped on them.

"My goodness! The deputy director actually called Shen Mingyuan 'little friend'! And even praised him as a pillar of the nation!"

"That's incredibly high praise! In the entire history of modern China, how many people have received such high praise as a deputy director?"

"Just who is this Shen Mingyuan?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Borrowing one million silver dollars is outrageous enough, but to receive such high praise from the deputy director?

This is no longer the treatment that ordinary revolutionary comrades-in-arms would receive.

Shen Wang stood to the side without saying a word.

What's this?

If I were to pull out that poem, "Qing Ping Le: A Gift to Shen Mingyuan," wouldn't you all be furious?

The crowd continued to move forward.

Next to the deputy director's calligraphy were several other pieces written by other people.

The brigade commander's, XX's, XXX's...

The crowd went from shock to numbness.

Almost all the leaders of the Shanxi base area at that time were present!

Wait, who exactly is this Shen Mingyuan?

The exhibits that followed brought the shock to a fever pitch.

At the far end of the exhibition hall, several precious group photos are displayed.

In one of the photos, three people are standing side by side.

The caption below the photo reads: Left: Brigade Commander, Middle: Shen Mingyuan, Right: Deputy Director.

Upon seeing this photo, everyone's mind went blank.

Shen Mingyuan stood in the very center!

The brigade commander and deputy commander were standing on either side!

What does this mean?

In those days, the position one stood in a group photo represented status and identity.

How high must someone's status have been back then to have the brigade commander and deputy director standing on either side of them?

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Shen Mingyuan is standing in the center? The brigade commander and deputy director are on either side?"

"How dare you! You call Shen Mingyuan who you are? You should call him Old Master Shen!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Everyone crowded around the photo, rubbing their eyes again and again, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Previously, they thought Shen Mingyuan was at most a wealthy patriotic businessman who had donated some money.

But now it seems that's not the case at all!

This is no businessman!

This is clearly a key figure in the team back then!

Before everyone could recover from the shock of taking a group photo, the guide led them to the last display case in the entire memorial hall.

Inside the display case, there was a deep red velvet carpet.

On the velvet, a tattered flag lay quietly.

The flag was in the style of the Rising Sun Flag, but the edges were charred black and covered with bullet holes and bloodstains.

However, the regimental number in the center of the flag is still clearly visible.

At first, everyone thought it was a military flag of some unit.

But when they saw the words on it, everyone gasped and their hair stood on end.

"This...this is the Japanese regimental flag!"

"What?"

"The regimental flag!!!"

boom!

The entire memorial hall erupted in cheers!

For the Japanese soldiers, the regimental flag was the soul of their unit.

Each regimental flag was personally bestowed by the Emperor.

Japanese regulations stipulated that if a unit was in dire straits, the regimental flag must be burned first, and it must never fall into the hands of the enemy.

And now, a real Japanese regimental flag is placed right in front of them!