Chapter 1094: Brother Lang is mighty and worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple

The setting sun was sinking inch by inch towards the sky, coating the broken walls of the Sihang Warehouse with a tragic golden red.

The sunset glow was breathtakingly beautiful, but the battle beneath the sky was so brutal and suffocating.

“BOOM—BOOM—!”

The Japanese army's howitzers smashed into the Sihang Warehouse like crazy. Every explosion raised a cloud of dust, and brick and stone debris mixed with broken steel bars and bones flew everywhere.

The walls of the warehouse were already riddled with holes, revealing the dark void inside, like a torn wound.

The soldiers who vowed to fight to the death in the Sihang Warehouse huddled behind makeshift fortifications. The crisp sound of bullets being loaded mixed with heavy breathing became the only rhythm at the moment.

A young soldier just stuck his head out to take aim when he was hit in the middle of his eyebrows by a stray bullet. He didn't even have time to make a sound before he fell straight down. The rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, splashing a cloud of dust.

The old soldier next to him dragged his body over with red eyes, dragged it behind the bunker, grabbed the gun and continued shooting. The barrel of the gun was already hot enough to burn people, but he seemed unconscious, his finger firmly on the trigger.

The International Settlement on the other side of the river was a completely different world.

The neon lights of the nightclub have been turned on, and jazz music is faintly drifting over, strangely intertwined with the sound of gunfire here.

The banks of Suzhou River were crowded with people, including students in long gowns, hawkers carrying loads on their shoulders, and women holding children. They looked across the muddy river water at the warehouse on the opposite bank that was engulfed in flames.

The patriots' fists were clenched white, some couldn't help sobbing, and some cursed through gritted teeth: "These bastards!"

"Our soldiers are fighting hard!"

A student wearing glasses held up a pair of binoculars, his hands shaking violently: "Our soldiers can't bear it any longer... The artillery fire is too intense!"

The woman next to him covered her child's eyes, but she herself looked at the other side of the river, her tears streaming down with the evening breeze.

Many foreigners appeared in the International Settlement on the other side of the river. The tragic Battle of Sihang Warehouse became a desperate stand watched by the whole world.

The Japanese armored vehicles rampaged in front of the warehouse, and the machine guns fired like a poisonous snake, forcing the soldiers in the warehouse to unable to raise their heads.

An officer waved his command knife and roared the order to charge. The black mass of Sakura Country soldiers rushed forward like a tide, stepping on the corpses of their companions and rushing forward.

A blood-covered figure suddenly appeared from the window on the third floor of the warehouse. He was holding a bundle of grenades, lit the fuse, and leaped down towards the attacking Japanese soldiers downstairs with a roar.

With a loud "boom", in the flames, he and the attacking Japanese soldiers downstairs of the warehouse turned into bloody fragments.

A suppressed exclamation came from the other side of the river. Some people took off their hats and some bowed deeply toward the warehouse.

The cries of patriots merged into one, but they could only stand on the other side of the river and watch our soldiers die one after another, while standing on the river bank of the International Settlement, they were powerless to do anything.

The brief silence was soon broken by an even more tragic roar - at the window on the third floor of the warehouse, another heroic figure staggered to his feet, his body full of grenades, the fuses were pulled with a hissing sound, and the sparks were particularly dazzling in the twilight.

"Go to hell, little Japs!" he roared, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. With the determination to die together, he jumped out of the window.

He landed in the dense charging formation of the Japanese soldiers. After a deafening roar, the blast blew away more than a dozen Japanese soldiers around him, and broken limbs and flesh mixed with bricks and rubble flew everywhere.

The originally neat line of soldiers from the Sakura Country was instantly torn into a bloody gap. The Japanese soldiers who were not hit by the explosion were frightened and retreated repeatedly, stepping on the corpses of their companions and slipping so hard that they could not stand steadily.

The third figure followed closely behind, jumping out of the window of the Sihang Warehouse with a fearless attitude. The grenades tied into a bundle at his waist exploded into flames the moment they landed.

The violent explosions and the screams of the devils showed the cruelty of war, and also fully demonstrated the patriotism of our soldiers who vowed to resist the invasion to the death, died bravely, and used their blood to prove that the Xia country would not perish.

On the other side of the river, the student wearing glasses was already in tears. The telescope slipped from his trembling hands. He bit his lips hard and didn't even notice the taste of blood.

The peddler carrying a load threw his carrying pole to the ground, squatted on the ground and burst into tears: "What a sin... The victims are all half-grown children..."

The woman holding the child covered the child's ears tightly, but her mouth was open, tears silently flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the child's hair.

Even some foreigners couldn't help shedding tears when they saw this scene. They were moved by the spirit of the Xia soldiers who were not afraid of sacrifice and were determined to defend their country.

When the fourth figure jumped down from the Sihang Warehouse, his body was full of grenades, and the place where he landed was exactly where the Japanese gathered for the charge.

When the explosion sounded, a large number of Japanese soldiers downstairs in the warehouse were blown away. The flying stray bullets accidentally injured Japanese soldiers in the distance and knocked them to the ground. The Japanese soldiers, whose flesh and blood were blown to pieces, fell in a pool of blood and uttered in vain howls.

Then, the fifth, the sixth...

Like meteors, Chinese soldiers fell from different floors of the Sihang Warehouse, all of them strapped with bombs. Every leap was accompanied by a deafening cry: "Defend our country!"

“Never retreat!”

Explosions continued, flames merged into one piece downstairs in the warehouse, and thick smoke covered half the sky.

The successive explosions caused the Japanese soldiers downstairs in the warehouse to completely flee. The surviving Japanese soldiers did not dare to charge again and could only roll and crawl back.

A Japanese soldier tripped and fell on the body of his comrade. Just as he managed to stand half up, he was engulfed by the explosion caused by a figure jumping down from the warehouse.

In the firelight, one could clearly see the Japanese soldiers being blown away by the air waves like kites with broken strings, crashing into broken walls and being crushed under wheels. Blood plasma flowed along the cracks between the bricks, forming dark red puddles on the ground.

Inside the Sihang Warehouse, the remaining soldiers watched with red eyes as their companions risked their lives to build a defensive line. Some grabbed the explosive packs beside them and yelled at the officers, "Captain, let me go!"

The officer turned his head away, tears rolling down his eyes, but he nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Another figure strapped the bomb on his body and looked back at the depths of the warehouse, where a torn national flag was hidden.

"Mother, I can't go back to my hometown to fulfill my filial duty for you!" He roared this sentence, his voice filled with guilt towards his parents and overwhelming hatred towards the invaders. He turned and rushed to the window, then jumped into the enemy group downstairs.

Perhaps only the Xia people understand that loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time at this moment!

The sound of the explosion echoed over the Suzhou River, forming a sharp contrast with the decadent music from the concession on the opposite bank.

The people on the shore looked at the night sky dyed red by flames. Some raised their fists and shouted over and over again in the direction of the warehouse: "Hero! Hero!" Their voices were hoarse, but they had the power to penetrate the smoke.

They knew that these people who jumped down had already become the backbone of the nation.

The sun sets completely below the horizon and night begins to fall.

The Japanese bombing continued, and the outline of the Sihang Warehouse flickered in the flames, like a trapped beast bathed in blood. Even though it was covered in wounds, it still stubbornly defended the land beneath its feet.

The people on the river bank did not disperse. They looked at the fire, and their hearts felt as if they were burning - those were their compatriots, who were using their lives to fight for the country.

The figures of our soldiers were still swaying in the windows of the Sihang Warehouse.

They looked at the mess of corpses downstairs and the invaders who were fleeing in all directions but were still swallowed by the explosion, without any hesitation on their faces.

"Fuck the little Japs! Die!"

Another voice exploded in the fireworks, and then another ball of fire fell from the Sihang Warehouse towards the enemy group downstairs, engraving the sin and indomitable spirit of this land into the bloody dusk.

At this moment, Lin Lang had already brought Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei to the International Settlement on the other side of the Sihang Warehouse.

Across the muddy river, the broken walls of the Sihang Warehouse were crumbling in the artillery fire. The bullet holes on the walls looked like countless pairs of empty eyes, reflecting the lights of the concession on the opposite bank, which seemed particularly glaring.

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei stood on the river bank and witnessed the tragic scene of the Battle of Sihang Warehouse with their own eyes.

Relying on the ruined fortifications, our soldiers used their flesh and blood to resist the Japanese's fierce attack and died together with the enemies who rushed forward.

The determination to face death with equanimity and the heroic spirit of sacrificing oneself for justice made Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei unable to hold back their tears any longer. Their tears rolled down like beads with broken strings, soaking their clothes.

Lin Lang stood beside them, his hands clenched into iron fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his teeth clacking, and veins bulging on his forehead.

He stared at the battlefield across the river, his voice icy, "You two stay here, don't move. I'm going to destroy the Japanese Third Division."

"Hubby, don't go!" Marry Yang grabbed Lin Lang's arm fiercely, sobbing, "It's too dangerous. If something happens to you, how will Xiaofei and I survive?"

Ma Xiaofei also held Lin Lang's other arm tightly, her vision blurred by tears.

"Hubby, don't be impulsive! Even if you are a fighting champion, this is a real war! What if something happens to you? What will happen to Marry and me in the future?"

Lin Lang took a deep breath and shook off their hands. His eyes were as stern as torches and his voice was resounding.

"How can we retreat when our country is in crisis? These devils have killed my compatriots and destroyed my homeland. Today, I will kill every devil in the entire city of Longhai."

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei were thrown away by Lin Lang, staggering and almost falling. They looked at each other and saw panic in each other's eyes.

Marry Yang wiped her tears, rushed forward and hugged Lin Lang's waist, crying and said, "Husband, how can you defeat a division alone?"

"The Japanese have guns and cannons, aren't you going to die? We know you are passionate, but you can do more if you are alive!" Marry Yang burst into tears.

Ma Xiaofei also choked up and said, "Yes, husband, if anything happens to you, Marry and I will not be able to live anymore."

Lin Lang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. He looked at the two women whose eyes were red with tears. His tone softened slightly but remained firm: "Don't worry, I'm not trying to be brave. Your husbands are men who are on par with gods. Death no longer exists in my dictionary."

Lin Lang gave a kiss to the tearful Marry Yang, then raised his hand to wipe the tears from Ma Xiaofei's face: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

After saying that, Lin Lang no longer hesitated, turned around and blended into the shadows of the street corner, his figure quickly disappearing in the smoke-filled night.

Across the river, in the direction of the Sihang Warehouse, the sounds of gunfire and explosions continued, as if playing a tragic war song for those who stood up.

The originally clear night sky had just turned inky black, and before the stars could even peek out, it was tossed about by a sudden gust of wind.

The strong wind rolled up the dark clouds, as if they were being grasped by an invisible giant hand, and pressed down towards the sky above the Sihang Warehouse, instantly blocking out the last ray of skylight.

At this moment, "Crack!" A shocking thunder ripped through the clouds and hit the enemy fighter plane that was dive-bombing the Sihang Warehouse.

The fighter plane was like a kite with a broken string, dragging a long trail of black smoke as it plunged into the Japanese camp. It exploded with a "boom" and flames mixed with screams shot up into the sky.

The patriots on the other side of the river watched with shining eyes. Some threw their hats into the air, some clapped their hands hard, and the cheers almost drowned out the sound of the explosion.

"From Male Gobi!"

"May God have mercy on us! Kill these bastards!"

"God has appeared, quickly kill these bastards..."

Before the excited cheers died down, another flash of lightning streaked across the night sky. "Crack! Boom!"

The second thunderbolt was even more powerful than the previous one, striking directly at another circling enemy fighter plane.

The wings of the enemy fighter plane that was struck by lightning broke instantly, and it staggered and crashed into the ground. There was another deafening explosion, and tongues of fire licked the night sky, burning the Japanese position into a mess.

The International Settlement on the other side of the river was suddenly in an uproar. Some people raised their fists and shouted, some hugged each other, and even the wind was filled with roars of relief.

Only Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei, best friends, stood on the river bank nervously and anxiously, staring at the battle situation at the Sihang Warehouse across the river with red eyes.

Only they knew that Lin Lang had used the weather summoning technique to stealthily charge into the bloody battlefield that was like a meat grinder.