Chapter 1031: Sir, you are righteous and worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple

Just when our military ancestors saw the hope of life and the dawn of victory, the even more terrifying thunder waterfall had been summoned by the murderous Lin Lang.

Lin Lang pressed down with his palms fully open, and hundreds of forked lightning bolts exploded in the center of the vortex, dancing like countless living snakes and pouncing towards the enemy position.

The enemy artillery squad that was setting up the mortar was strung together by lightning, and their helmets and gun barrels melted into molten iron at the same time.

As soon as the machine gunner hiding behind the sandbags pulled the trigger, the entire Type 92 machine gun exploded into a fireball, and the ammunition belt was twisted into a spiral shape by the electric current.

The screams were completely drowned out by the dense thunder. The earth trembled under the continuous electric shock, and the scorched earth was covered with spider-web-like black electric marks.

A strange weather dividing line was clearly visible in the center of the battlefield—there were gloomy but dry clouds above our trenches, and the soldiers could even see the freezing rain suddenly turn in mid-air and hit the enemy area a hundred meters away.

There, a black tornado with a diameter of fifty meters was spinning wildly, sweeping trucks, corpses, and broken weapon parts up to a height of a thousand meters, and then bringing them down like a meteor shower.

Rain and snow mixed with potato-sized hailstones, each drop carrying high-voltage electricity that dented the enemy soldiers' helmets, causing their bodies to twitch violently from the electric shock, and piles of charred corpses floating in the mud.

Lin Lang's shadow was looming in the storm. He looked at the ecstasy of our soldiers who had survived the disaster, and then looked at the fire in the enemy's position that was completely extinguished. There was no living thing except burning debris and charred corpses.

The air was filled with strong ozone and the smell of blood, and the cheers from our positions were piercing through the rain and thunder, echoing so wantonly for the first time in this land that had suffered so much.

Our soldiers and wounded struggled to stand up, tears mixed with blood rolling down their eyes: "God has appeared! This is a punishment from heaven!"

"Oh Heaven! Oh Earth! Which deity has vented this anger on the people of Ping'an City?!"

"God...appeared!"

Crazy lightning flashed in Lin Lang's pupils.

He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed downwards, and more lightning danced like silver snakes, nailing the fleeing enemy troops to death in the mud in large numbers.

Until the system reminded him that all the enemy troops had been killed, Lin Lang's mental energy had been exhausted and he was about to return to reality in three seconds. Lin Lang hurriedly dropped the space-time anchor.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang ended his time and space travel, returned to Chu's house, occupied his clone, and appeared again sleeping on the sofa in the living room on the first floor of the villa.

After Lin Lang fell into a deep sleep for five minutes, he woke up full of energy and stretched himself. He saw Chu Yiren and Li Moli already sitting on the sofa, guarding him.

"Honey, you're awake!" Chu Yiren handed Lin Lang a glass of warm water.

Li Moli sat beside him, her face full of worry, "Husband, are you okay?"

Lin Lang, still recovering from the hail of gunfire, replied, "I'm fine, Yiren. Call the group company right away and have them procure a warehouse full of disaster relief supplies within six hours. This includes rice, flour, grain, oil, plastic-sealed cooked food, canned food, sausages, bread, camouflage cotton shoes, cotton pants, cotton jackets, anti-inflammatory drugs, and war preparedness medicines and supplies. Oh, I'll make a list for you!"

Chu Yiren was surprised and said, "Hubby, I didn't see any news about where the disaster happened."

"Wife, don't ask so many questions. Once the disaster relief and war preparedness supplies are purchased, I will take you to a place and you will know then." Lin Lang took out a pen and paper from his personal space, put it on the coffee table and started making a list.

Li Moli exclaimed, "Hubby, it's like you're performing magic. Where did you get the paper and pen from?"

Lin Lang continued writing, and without even looking up, he replied, "Jasmine, I'll explain it to you later."

Chu Yiren said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's just the beginning of autumn and the weather is still hot. Where can I buy cotton-padded jackets and trousers in the Haihai area?"

Lin Lang replied, "There are manufacturers in Haikou that produce cotton jackets and trousers for export. I'll give you a call and contact them directly to buy the stock at a high price."

"Okay, I really don't know what you are doing, husband." Chu Yiren could only do as she was told in a hurry.

She picked up the phone and called the purchasing manager of the Truman Group, and instructed employees from other departments to put aside non-important work and assist the purchasing department to complete the purchasing task within six hours.

Throughout the purchasing department of the Truman Group, staff were flooded with phone calls, and the logistics company and loading and unloading personnel were all busy.

In the end, in just six hours, the huge warehouse was filled with the disaster relief and war preparedness supplies on Lin Lang's list.

Chu Yiren and Li Moli were asked by Lin Lang to wear cotton jackets and trousers. They were sweating profusely as they looked at the supplies piled up in a large warehouse.

"Husband, what are you doing? It's so hot in the middle of autumn, why do you insist on making us wear cotton jackets and trousers?" Chu Yiren kept wiping the sweat off her face, she couldn't stand the heat.

Li Moli was eating ice cream in her hand, but sweat kept pouring down her forehead. She said with a helpless smile: "Husband, what on earth are you trying to do?"

Lin Lang first used his superpowers to destroy the surveillance cameras in the warehouse.

Then, after Lin Lang locked the warehouse door, he said with a serious expression: "I want to take you back to the war years to deliver supplies to our ancestors who sacrificed their lives. They are all malnourished and thin, and they are still fighting without enough food. I can't bear it!"

After hearing this, Li Moli wiped the sweat from her forehead and said speechlessly, "Husband, you didn't just fall asleep at the Chu residence and got confused, did you? It's been so many years since the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Chu Yiren was surprised and said, "No way? Have you learned the art of Qimen Dunjia that can travel through time and space?"

"You'll know in a moment. I'll scan these supplies and put them into my portable space first." As Lin Lang spoke, he snapped his fingers and instantly summoned hundreds of clones to start loading supplies into his portable space.

"Uh..." Li Moli was so shocked that she was stunned and the ice cream in her hand fell to the ground.

Chu Yiren blurted out: "Oh my God! Husband, you actually have a portable space too?"

After hearing this, Lin Lang paused his movements and thought: I didn't expect that Chu Yiren not only has a system, but her system also has its own portable space.

After a brief hesitation, Lin Lang continued to quickly store all the supplies in the warehouse into his personal space.

Li Moli, who was standing nearby, widened her eyes and exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh my god! Husband, you can actually summon hundreds of clones at once. Isn't that too unbelievable?"

Chu Yiren fanned herself with a fan to cool down. Her face flushed from the heat. She looked at Li Moli and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, sister. This is the clone technique I demonstrated to you."

Li Moli, bewildered, asked in astonishment, "Sister, what is a portable space? Why are the supplies in the warehouse disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye?"

Chu Yiren replied, "The portable space is a private space with storage functions, just like Doraemon's magic pocket in the cartoon. You can put things in it and take things out."

After hearing this, Li Moli exclaimed, "Oh my God, sister, do you also have a portable space?"

"Yes, look!" Chu Yiren casually took out a Ruger Security-9 pistol from her personal space and spun it in her hand in a cool and fancy way.

Li Moli was completely stunned. She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Sister, why is there a gun in your personal space?"

Chu Yiren pulled out a Tango51 sniper rifle from her personal space and said lovingly, "The reason I keep guns and ammunition in my personal space is, of course, for self-defense!"

Li Moli was stunned and dumbfounded. She kept wiping the sweat from her forehead and said weakly, "Sister, why don't I have a portable space?"

Chu Yiren put away the Tango51 sniper rifle and touched Li Moli's cute little head. "Because you are an ordinary person, you can only rely on relying on others to change your fate."

Li Moli took Chu Yiren's arm and said with a giggle, "Sister, am I holding onto the right person now?"

Chu Yiren raised her beautiful little face and replied proudly: "Of course!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Lang used the [Space-Time Global Group Shuttle] skill, using the space-time anchor point he had left behind before, carrying Chu Yiren and Li Moli, plus an entire warehouse of supplies, and traveled back to our army's battlefield in Ping'an County.

The three of them felt a strong dizziness from traveling through time and space. Li Moli's legs were already weak from the shock, and she slipped when she landed. She fell heavily on the frozen ground with a cry of "ouch".

Chu Yiren quickly bent down to support her. As soon as she held Li Moli's arm, the two of them were shocked by the scene before them and their pupils suddenly shrank.

Underfoot was a trench covered with thin ice. The frozen soil was shattered by artillery shells, and broken shell casings were scattered among the ice and snow.

Not far away, our soldiers were dragging their exhausted bodies to clean up the battlefield. The wounded were huddled under the slope, wrapped in thin military coats, with frost on their eyelashes and eyebrows, and their tattered uniforms were frozen stiff.

On the other side of the enemy position, only charred frozen soil and burnt debris remained. Hundreds of twisted corpses could be seen half-buried in the ice and snow, their skin and flesh frozen black and purple, emitting a pungent smell of gunpowder.

"Oh my god..." Li Moli supported herself on Chu Yiren's hand and struggled to stand up. She stared at the brutally realistic war scene before her, her voice trembling. "What's going on? Is this a movie? How can it be so realistic?"

She subconsciously tried to wipe off the ice on her trouser legs, but she touched the hard frozen soil. The smell of blood and gunpowder made her stomach churn.

Chu Yiren supported Li Moli steadily, and her eyes swept over the charred marks on the enemy's position. She understood instantly - the corpses lying all over the place had scorched cracks on the edges, which were clearly the marks of being struck by lightning.

Her heart trembled, and she whispered to Lin Lang, "Were all these enemy soldiers killed by you using lightning and thunder with your bare hands across time?"

Before Lin Lang could respond, he suddenly heard a loud shout from not far away: "Who?!"

Two soldiers holding rifles rushed out from the corner of the trench, pointing their guns at the three men. Their vigilant eyes scraped across their cotton jackets and trousers that were clearly out of date, like a knife.

One of the soldiers with a scar on his face shouted sternly: "Brothers, there are intruders from unknown origin! Who are you?!" More soldiers gathered around after hearing the sound, and the sound of the bolts being pulled was particularly harsh in the silent battlefield.

Li Moli screamed in fright and subconsciously hid behind Lin Lang.

Lin Lang immediately opened his arms to protect Chu Yiren and Li Moli, raised his hands to the soldiers, and shouted at a rapid speed: "We are one of you! Don't shoot! We are here to deliver supplies to you!"