The hall remained silent.
Because in front, the cameras were constantly zooming in and out, focusing on Division Commander Jin and Fang Huai's position, giving each person a full three seconds of attention, while the flashes from the cameras kept twinkling.
There was no discussion, no sideways glances, everyone in uniform was looking straight ahead.
It was just that, each had their own different sense of amazement.
Fang Huai stared blankly at the military attire next to the podium, feeling as if this were a dream.
Looking at that platform and trying hard to remember, he also felt that in the past thirty-some years, he had never been connected to such glory, not even by a hair's breadth.
He'd only ever heard of it once.
