Chapter 1032: Brother Lang is moved to tears, deeply moved

"Supplies? Where are the supplies? Why can't I see them?" Our soldiers were very alert and only saw Lin Lang and his men suddenly appear in a thick fog.

Lin Lang raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The thick fog he summoned behind him dissipated instantly, revealing mountains of supplies, which shocked all our soldiers.

Boxes of rice, flour, grain, oil, canned medicines, cotton-padded clothes and quilts, bread, plastic-wrapped cooked food, and various daily necessities and supplies were piled up like mountains and appeared "out of thin air" at the station.

"My darling!"

"Oh my god! This...this is truly a life-saving supply!"

"Captain, go tell the commander to stop letting the brothers dig up grass roots and eat tree bark. We have rice, flour, grain, oil, and other supplies!"

The soldier of our army who had just pointed his gun at Lin Lang and the other two hurriedly put away his gun, unable to hide his joy, and a kind and simple smile appeared on his face, which was unique to that special era.

A young soldier's rifle clanged against the frozen ground. He rushed forward, his cold hands tightly grasping Lin Lang's arm, his eyes red. "Comrade! You...you are from the rear?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly hugged Lin Lang tightly in his arms, tears with his body temperature dripping down his frozen cheeks onto Lin Lang's shoulders. He said in a choked voice, "These days, we have been eating snow mixed with tree bark every day. More than twenty of our brothers have starved to death."

Lin Lang's heart trembled after hearing this. He hugged the frail little soldier back and said with a choked voice, "The supplies have arrived. We don't have to fight on an empty stomach anymore!"

Deafening cheers erupted in the trench. A wounded soldier leaning on a wooden stick staggered over, stroking the flour bag with trembling hands in his bandages, tears of excitement streaming down his face.

"White flour, brothers, we can eat white flour buns!"

Our soldiers, who had been starving for a long time, put away their rifles, rushed forward with tears of joy, and touched the piles of supplies with their cold hands.

Several young soldiers were so hungry that they opened the cans with trembling hands, their noses almost touching the greasy luncheon meat.

"Oh my god, it smells so good!"

A soldier with chapped lips took a bite of canned luncheon meat. An expression of immense satisfaction crossed his face, and he suddenly burst into tears: "My mother said that good days were coming... and they are really here!"

Just as the soldiers cheered and were about to rush towards the supplies, a hoarse roar suddenly exploded: "Stop!"

An old soldier with gauze wrapped around his face rushed over, staring at Lin Lang and the other two with his cloudy eyes. His hands, covered with frostbite, grabbed the young soldier who was stuffing luncheon meat into his mouth.

"Someone who came from nowhere conjured up these supplies out of thin air. Who knows if they're laced with poison?!"

Our soldiers at the scene fell silent instantly. Those who had just opened the cans froze in place, their Adam's apples rolling, and the food in their hands could no longer reach their mouths.

Li Moli shrank back in fear, only then realizing that the war and hunger and cold before her were not fictional - the frost on the soldiers' eyelashes and their purple lips were real suffering.

"The old squad leader is right. We can't risk our lives." A soldier with a bandage on his head raised his gun again. The sound of the safety bolt being pulled made the air suddenly tense.

Lin Lang suddenly grabbed a can of fish and pried it open.

As the salty and fishy aroma mixed with steam rose up, he bit off a large piece of fish in front of everyone, swallowed it whole, and then opened the luncheon meat and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up.

"Yiren, Jasmine, let's eat together, so everyone can rest assured!"

Chu Yiren squatted down with red eyes, her fingertips brushed across the frozen palm of a soldier, grabbed the meat floss bread that the other person had torn open and stuffed it into her mouth.

The revolutionary predecessors in the textbooks in her memory were right in front of her at this moment. The wounded who were too hungry to speak, and the soldiers who were chewing on tree bark and smiling to comfort their comrades made Chu Yiren's throat tighten.

"We are all Xia people. You are the backbone of Xia and the hope of the nation. How could we possibly poison these supplies?!"

Li Moli trembled as she tore open the package of a bag of braised beef, and her hot tears fell on the bag.

She had never seen such eyes before - the soldiers were obviously drooling with greed, but they held the food tightly and dared not put it into their mouths.

"Eat it! I swear on my ancestors that there is absolutely no poison in any of the food." Li Moli ate the braised beef with big mouthfuls, trying to reassure the soldiers.

Lin Lang had already torn open a bag of plastic-wrapped pork elbow, and grease was dripping through his fingers.

He broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then handed the remaining pork elbow to a skinny veteran. "Try it, it's delicious! We came here uninvited to make sure all the heroes don't go hungry!"

The old soldier's hands were shaking violently, and his cloudy eyes darted back and forth between the three people's faces.

When he saw Lin Lang eating with his mouth full of oil, Chu Yiren stuffing bread into her mouth with tears in her eyes, and Li Moli stuffing the whole box of luncheon meat into the arms of the wounded, he suddenly couldn't help but take a bite of the braised pork elbow.

It really hits the soul in one bite, it's so damn delicious!

"good to eat!"

"I haven't eaten such delicious braised pork elbow in years. Come on, eat it! Even if you die, you'll die full!

"Eat! Only when you have a full stomach will you have the strength to resist the next round of attacks from the Japanese support forces." Someone shouted, and the soldiers could no longer restrain themselves.

Hundreds of figures rushed towards the pile of supplies, the oil from the braised pig's trotters splashed on their frozen purple lips, and the soup from the canned fish flowed down their chins.

The luncheon meat fell to the ground halfway through the meal and was covered with mud. Our soldiers immediately picked it up without even wiping it, and stuffed it into their mouths and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Some people cried with their mouths full of food, some wiped their tears while laughing, and some stuffed the last bite of meat into the wounded's mouth while licking the empty can and grinning foolishly.

Lin Lang watched this scene and tears fell uncontrollably. While wiping his tears, he quickly unpacked a box of eight-treasure porridge, opened a can and drank a sip himself, then began to distribute the eight-treasure porridge to the soldiers with a smile in his eyes.

Gun smoke mixed with the aroma of meat filled the trenches, and joyful voices rose one after another, exclaiming: "This meat is even more delicious than the New Year's!"

"I've never eaten anything so delicious in my life!"

A wounded soldier was carefully putting a can of dace in fermented black beans into his arms.

When Chu Yiren cast a doubtful look at him, the other party showed a toothless smile: "After the war, I will take this can of food home to my mother. She will definitely think it is very delicious!"

Chu Yiren, who was usually so aloof and arrogant, burst into tears after hearing this. She said loudly with a trembling voice, "Everyone, eat as much as you can. We have plenty of supplies in the rear. Make a list of what you want and I'll buy it and send it to you."

After hearing this, everyone cheered and their faces showed smiles that were happier than the Chinese New Year.

Li Moli continued distributing food to the soldiers, her voice choking as she said, "This is the marinated meat from the Du Liufang of the Hai Du family. There are over 300 boxes of it. Everyone, eat as much as you can!"

"And this is the Little Jinling Salted Duck, known as Jiangnan's best duck. It's a famous salted duck in Shanghai. There are over 3000 of them sealed in plastic!"

"We also have over 1000 boxes of our Haishanlin Big Red Sausage. Enjoy!"

Hearing Li Moli's words, our soldiers burst into warm cheers, as if they had never been so happy in their lives.

Li Moli watched the soldiers laughing and crying as they ate the cooked food, and her tears couldn't stop falling. Being able to travel through time and space back to the war-torn era to distribute food to our soldiers was the most unforgettable and meaningful thing in her life.

When Chu Yiren saw a soldier who looked only twelve or thirteen years old and had already joined the army to defend the country, her heart tightened and she hurriedly opened a Dove chocolate and stuffed it into the soldier's hand.

She said in a choked voice: "This is chocolate candy, it's delicious, try it."

The weak soldier with dark skin showed an innocent smile on his face after taking a bite of chocolate. His eyes were shining with the silky sweetness of the chocolate, and his fingers covered with black ash pinched the candy wrapper and rubbed it repeatedly.

Suddenly, the soldier pulled out an oil-paper bag from his rag bag and said, "I have fried noodles! Give them to my sister!"

Chu Yiren took the oil paper and unfolded it. Inside was fried noodles mixed with crushed rice husks, which were tightly squeezed. This was probably the food he had saved for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yiren could no longer hold back. She squatted down and hugged the little soldier who was shorter than her shoulders tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.

Chu Yiren looked at the soldier's ear, which was injured by a bullet, and asked distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

The soldier shook his head and replied, "Sister, sister, don't cry. I don't feel any pain. I didn't cry even when my stomach was scratched by a bayonet last time..."

Suddenly, laughter broke out from the other side of the trench.

Two soldiers were shoving each other for half a can of braised pork. "You eat it!"

"Hey, you eat!"

"I'm full, eat now!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang wiped the tears from his eyes, opened two cans of hairtail fish and handed them over, saying enthusiastically: "Eat, just like today is Chinese New Year, everyone eats their fill."

The two soldiers took the canned hairtail fish from Lin Lang, thanked him repeatedly, and continued to eat with relish.

Li Moli caught a glimpse of a one-armed wounded man in the corner who was having trouble eating with one hand. Li Moli hurriedly tore open a thick red sausage and handed it to him.

The one-armed soldier grinned, revealing the blood scabs on his gums: "Thank you, thank you so much, these food and supplies saved the lives of our entire regiment!"

It was said to be a regiment, but in reality only less than 500 people were left sacrificed, and the casualties exceeded three-quarters.

A soldier suddenly pointed at the distant sky and exclaimed.

In the twilight, the roar of the enemy reconnaissance plane came from far away, and the plaster flag under the fuselage hurt people's eyes.

The soldiers' expressions changed instantly. They grabbed their guns and rushed to the bunkers, shouting, "Everyone, get into the bunkers quickly."

Lin Lang just looked at the enemy reconnaissance plane in the sky, moved his fingers quietly, and a flash of purple lightning flashed across his pupils.

The next second, a thunderclap fell from the sky on a clear day and hit the enemy reconnaissance plane without any warning.

At the moment when the thunder struck, the enemy's reconnaissance plane suddenly vibrated violently, thick smoke came out of the wings, and it fell crookedly into the valley, causing a violent explosion.

Our soldiers were dead silent at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers. They were all so happy that they couldn’t express it in words!

"The damn enemy plane is being punished by God, haha!" The old soldier shouted hoarsely, holding a half-eaten pork elbow in his hand.

Our soldiers all had grease on their mouths, and the steel guns on their backs were all polished to a shine. These ancestors of our army who lived and died were playing the most tragic war songs with their lives.

"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!" A hoarse roar pierced the crowd.

The regimental commander, his face covered in gunpowder, pushed the soldiers aside and stared at the supplies piled up like a mountain with his cloudy eyes. His Adam's apple rolled up and down for a while, and suddenly he saluted with a "click", and the snow on his military cap fell off.

"Comrades, thank you so much for your timely assistance and the timely delivery of supplies. Otherwise, if our soldiers weren't killed by the enemy, they would have starved to death within three days!"

The dark and thin commander of our army tightly held Lin Lang's hand, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Lin Lang said with a moved expression, "Captain, if you need anything else, just tell me. Make a list and I'll go back and help you purchase it. I promise to get it all for you."

"Comrade, if we were to say what we're most in need of, it would definitely be guns, ammunition, and penicillin. Can you get them?"

Lin Lang said sternly, "I'll get guns and ammunition from the black market when I get back. I can get as much penicillin and medical supplies as you need. Is 100 tons enough?"

The regimental commander's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he exclaimed in amazement, "A hundred tons of penicillin and medicine? Oh my God! If what you said is true, then this really solves our army's major problem of medical supply shortages!"

Lin Lang patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I, Lin Lang, will deliver the medical supplies, guns and ammunition tomorrow."

"Great! Great!" The team leader shouted excitedly with his fists clenched.

Our soldiers raised their arms and shouted loudly, and their joy made Li Moli and Chu Yiren burst into tears.

Lin Lang looked at the cheering crowd and quietly wiped his eyes.

The cold wind blew snowflakes onto his face, but he felt a warmth he had never felt before. This is probably the meaning of national sentiment.