Chapter 1095: Saving the country and the people, sir’s righteousness

I saw a short soldier who had just wrapped a bundle of grenades around his body with a cloth strip, his finger already on the fuse, and was about to jump out of the warehouse window to sacrifice himself, when a big hand like a clamp suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Little brother, don't sacrifice yourself in vain!"

The soldier who was ready to sacrifice his life was so frightened that his whole body froze. When he turned around, he saw a strange man who appeared behind him at some point, with thick red bloodshot between his eyebrows.

"Who are you?" The soldier was anxious and angry, his other hand still tightly grasping the fuse pull ring, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his calves trembled uncontrollably.

He knew that he would die if he went out, but the Japanese soldiers downstairs were about to climb up.

The soldiers on the third floor of the Sihang Warehouse were even more frightened and broke out in cold sweats. Dozens of rifles were fired at Lin Lang, who had suddenly lifted his invisibility. The crisp sound of the bolts being pulled was full of vigilance.

A burly man with a bandaged arm roared, "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from? Are you a spy sent by the Japanese?"

Lin Lang didn't look at the guns pointed at him. Instead, he glanced at the wounded soldiers in the room, all of whom were covered in dust and looked exhausted.

Some had broken arms hanging from their necks with cloth strips, some had blood oozing from their legs but were still holding their guns tightly, and some had blood-stained gauze wrapped around their heads. The wounded piled in the corner were gasping in pain, but not one of them uttered a sound.

Lin Lang's eyes were red as he said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid, brothers. I'm here to save you."

The soldiers in the warehouse looked at each other in confusion.

Lin Lang raised his hand and pressed the small soldier's shoulder with such force that the other party could not move.

"From now on, brothers, get behind the bunkers. Leave the battlefield to me. Don't make any more unnecessary sacrifices."

An old soldier pointed his gun at Lin Lang warily and asked suspiciously, "How can you save us by yourself? If you were sent by the Japanese to persuade us to surrender, I will shoot you right now."

All the guns were still pointed firmly at Lin Lang, and no soldier dared to relax. The tense atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

"Brothers, watch carefully and don't blink. This day next year will be the anniversary of the death of all members of the Japanese Third Division." After saying that, Lin Lang turned and walked towards the warehouse window.

"Swoosh..." A bullet hit Lin Lang who was standing at the window, and the sound it made was like hitting a steel plate.

When the deformed bullet head fell to the ground, all the soldiers on the scene were stunned with shock.

"Oh..."

"what's the situation?"

"Is he wearing bulletproof clothes? How come the bullets can't hurt him?"

At the same time, a large group of Japanese soldiers downstairs were carrying ladders and rushing towards the wall of the warehouse. The officers were waving their command swords and roaring, machine guns were firing from the side, and bullets were whizzing past the window sill.

Lin Lang stood on the broken glass, glanced down at the group of howling Japanese soldiers downstairs in the warehouse, and moved his fingers slightly.

"Crack——!"

A thunderbolt dropped from the sky and accurately struck the charging team at the front. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were instantly charred black, and their bodies fell to the ground like broken logs. The people behind them shrank back with screams in fear.

The soldiers in the warehouse who were pointing their guns at Lin Lang gasped and their gun barrels shook.

"Oh my God!"

"Brothers, that lightning just now wasn't the little Japanese soldier that he summoned to strike him, right?"

Without waiting for the soldiers on the third floor of the warehouse to recover, Lin Lang suddenly clenched his fists, which were flashing with lightning, making a creepy "sizzling" sound.

In an instant, dozens of lightning bolts tore through the night sky like silver snakes.

"Click! Click! Click..."

Dense bombs hit the Japanese camp downstairs one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and screams and explosions mixed together.

The Japanese's originally surging attacking team was blown to pieces in an instant. The survivors were scared out of their wits and fled back crawling.

At this moment, the third floor of the warehouse had become completely silent.

The rifle in the veteran's hand slowly dropped, and his bandaged fingers, oozing blood, trembled slightly.

All the soldiers stared at Lin Lang's back with wide eyes, and the guns that were pointed at him just now were unconsciously lowered.

Only after the last reverberation of the thunder had faded did a wounded soldier speak tremblingly, his voice tinged with tears: "It seems he really has come to save us. Brothers, there is hope of survival."

At this moment, the grenade in the little soldier's hand accidentally fell to the ground with a "click", and the fuse ring was still hanging on his finger.

"Danger...Everyone get down!"

The short soldier realized that he was in trouble. He shouted and immediately threw himself on the grenade, trying to protect other soldiers with his flesh and blood.

Lin Lang turned around, his face was splashed with some gunpowder ash, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He just tilted his head and used his mental power to dismantle the grenade.

Just when all the soldiers were lying on the ground, thinking that the little soldier was dead, after more than ten seconds, the grenade still did not explode.

At this time, the short soldier who fell on the grenade finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes. After getting up, he found that the grenade, whose fuse ring had accidentally fallen off, had been mysteriously dismantled.

"Oh..."

All the soldiers present breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Lang immediately helped up the small soldier who was trembling with fear. The soldier's teeth were chattering.

At this moment, Lin Lang finally understood what it meant that fear is the instinct of living things, and courage is the hymn of mankind!

Lin Lang asked with red eyes: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

The short soldier, covered in grenades, had tears in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and replied, "Don't be afraid. My father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother were all killed by the devils. My sister was also raped by the devils. I want to avenge them!"

Lin Lang's nose felt sore after hearing this, and he asked in a choked voice, "How old are you this year?"

The small soldier lied, "An is eighteen years old."

The system prompted that he was only fifteen years old. Lin Lang couldn't hold back his tears and took off all the grenades wrapped around the short soldier.

Then, Lin Lang took out several cans of fish and luncheon meat from his personal space and stuffed them into the arms of the small soldier. He said earnestly, "You must live well to witness the defeat of the Japanese and the establishment of the New Xia Kingdom!"

"Thank you, big brother!" The short soldier cried tears of joy, but because the food supplies in the warehouse were running out, he was reluctant to eat the canned food alone, so he hurried to share the food with other soldiers as soon as possible.

After seeing this scene, the soldiers on the third floor of the warehouse looked at Lin Lang with no more vigilance, only disbelief and awe.

After this little episode, Lin Lang turned around and walked to the window again. Using his extraordinary night vision skills, he looked down at the Japanese soldiers who were organizing another attack outside as bright as day in the night.

“Boom—boom—!”

More than a dozen Japanese tanks rolled over the ruins like steel behemoths, their tracks causing gravel to fly. With a flash of muzzle fire, the shells whizzed towards the Sihang Warehouse.

Another piece of the already dilapidated wall of the warehouse collapsed. Amidst the smoke and dust, several soldiers who had no time to dodge were buried under the bricks and stones, leaving only faint groans.

The bloodshot in Lin Lang's eyes almost exploded, and anger surged in his chest like magma.

He looked at the enemy tanks showing off their might and waved his big hand, which was flashing with lightning.

“Crack! Crack, crack…”

More than a dozen thunder and lightning bolts were like the angry whips of the gods, striking down with a sharp sound that tore through the air and landing precisely on every enemy tank.

In an instant, dazzling sparks came out of the tank's hull, and the steel plates were burned red by the electric current. The Japanese soldiers' shrill screams came from the hatch, but were quickly drowned out by the crackling sound of the electric current.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Lin Lang clenched his fists suddenly, triggering a terrifying mental superpower.

The tanks seemed to be held tightly by a pair of invisible giant hands. The thick steel plates began to twist and dent inward, the gun barrels were twisted into twists, and the tracks were rolled up like noodles.

The "bang bang bang" sound of metal squeezing made people's teeth ache, and then - "boom! boom! boom!"

The fuel tanks of more than a dozen tanks exploded one after another, columns of fire shot up into the sky, broken parts flew around mixed with flames, and the steel behemoths instantly turned into piles of burning scrap metal. Even their tracks were blown away and fell heavily to the ground.

The soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse were all stunned by the scene before them. The huge thunder caused the beams of the warehouse to fall with dust.

A wounded soldier rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he was blurry from excessive bleeding - that was a tank! How could it be so squashed and lumpy as if it were made of paper?

After a brief hesitation, the soldiers in the warehouse burst into thunderous cheers.

The soldiers, their bandages soaked in blood, struggled to get up from the ground, waving their fists and cheering.

The soldiers who had been huddled behind the bunkers raised their rifles high and cheered to express their ecstasy.

In the corner, several young soldiers hugged each other and cried with joy, their tears mixed with gunpowder smoke and forming winding grooves on their faces.

The old soldier, his face covered in ash, trembled as he tore open his collar. Veins in his neck bulged as he roared hoarsely, "Well done!"

"It's so fucking satisfying!"

"Strike all these damn bastards to death with thunder!"

"Brothers are saved!"

"With the help of this powerful brother, we will definitely be able to hold the Sihang Warehouse!"

"Save the country and the people, sir, this is a righteous act!" Although the soldiers in the warehouse were all covered in smoke and fatigue, their eyes were surprisingly bright, and they looked at Lin Lang with gratitude.