Chapter 1098: The National Spirit of Living in the Face of Death

Matsui jumped up like an enraged mad dog.

He grabbed the map on the table that marked the attack route, and tore it apart with his arms bulging with veins, causing pieces of paper to fall like snowflakes.

"Bag! Bag!"

He roared and kicked over the battle sand table. The scarlet "Sihang Warehouse" mark rolled down with the collapsed sand table, and the mud left strange blood marks on the ground.

The adjutant tried to dissuade him tremblingly, but Matsui slapped him to the ground.

"Mobilize the heavy artillery immediately! Blow that damn warehouse into pieces!" Matsui's sword was unsheathed with a clang, cutting deep cracks in the wall. Wood chips flew everywhere and the entire wall was shaking violently.

However, what responded to him was a roar that was getting closer and closer.

The giant tornado carried sand, rocks and limbs, like the Grim Reaper's scythe from hell, crushing the outposts, military vehicles and soldiers along the way.

When the black storm approached the Japanese headquarters, Matsui finally showed a look of fear. He staggered backward, but his military boots were tripped by the mess on the ground.

The moment the strong wind tore open the roof, he brandished his saber desperately, his roar completely swallowed up in the sweeping vortex.

As the Japanese command center collapsed, the sky suddenly cracked into thousands of cracks.

Hundreds of thunders came down like silver dragons, exploding on every inch of the Japanese position.

The ammunition depot turned into a sea of ​​fire in the lightning, the tanks were struck by lightning and turned into twisted scrap metal, the screams of the Japanese soldiers were intertwined with the thunder, and their bodies evaporated into a bloody mist in the high-temperature electromagnetic storm.

Torrential rain washed over the charred land, and soon, this battlefield filled with blood and sin was reduced to nothing but scorched earth and curling green smoke.

In a moment, the elite troops of the Japanese Third Division were completely wiped out, with no one left alive. They didn't even know how they died.

The International Settlement on the other side of the river was packed with patriots who were closely following the war situation. They stared at the Sihang Warehouse with their fists clenched, their hearts in their throats.

Everyone at the scene was shocked when they saw the sudden change in the Japanese position across the river, with strong winds howling with sand and stones, heavy rain pouring down, and thick lightning dancing wildly in the dark clouds like silver snakes, frantically attacking the Japanese position.

What was even more bizarre was that a tornado mixed with crackling electric currents appeared out of nowhere, blowing the Japanese tents and weapons all over the sky. The entire enemy position seemed to be swallowed up by doomsday, with screams and explosions one after another.

On the other side of the river in the concession, the night sky was still clear, without even a trace of wind or a drop of rain. The two scenes were clearly separated by a river.

"God has opened his eyes and is specifically targeting these little Japanese devils!" An old man in a long gown suddenly raised his arms and shouted, tears welling up in his turbid eyes.

"Great job on this tornado and lightning! Kill these bastards!" A young man waved his fist vigorously, his face flushed with excitement.

"I have never seen such a monstrous weather in my life! The thunder and lightning seem to have eyes, specifically targeting these little Japanese devils. God really has eyes!" The cigarette vendor dropped his stall, jumped up and cheered, and the people around him were excited.

"It must be that our sacrificed soldiers moved the heavens, which caused the strange phenomenon to happen naturally, with lightning specifically striking the Japanese devils!" someone said with a sob, and the crowd echoed, with cheers and applause surging across the bridge like waves.

Even the police in the concession couldn't help but stop, looking at the "doomsday" scene on the other side of the river, and secretly gave a thumbs up.

The terrifying atmosphere on the other side of the river continued, while the cheers in the concession became louder and louder. Everyone felt that the depression in their chests was being vented and the blood in their bodies was burning.

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei were standing in the crowd on the river bank of the concession. When they saw the sudden change in the weather at the Japanese positions on the opposite bank, their eyes widened and their faces were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

A gust of cold wind blew up from the plain, rolling up the dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a doomsday scene with thunder and lightning and raging tornadoes, which was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But when they saw the tornado sweeping up the Japanese equipment and the lightning striking the enemy positions accurately, the two best friends looked at each other and reacted instantly.

Marry Yang hugged Ma Xiaofei tightly, her voice trembling with excitement: "It's Lin Lang! He must be the one killing the devils!"

Ma Xiaofei hugged Marry Yang back tightly, jumping and cheering, "Our husband is so amazing! This weather summoning technique is amazing! The Japanese Third Division is finished!"

They jumped and danced, their skirts flying, and their previous tension and worry turned into ecstasy, blending into the cheers around them.

Watching the enemy positions on the other side of the river crumble under the catastrophic attack, the two best friends' faces were filled with relieved smiles, and they were so happy.

At the same time, inside the Sihang Warehouse, the soldiers were staring at the enemy positions on the opposite bank in disbelief.

When they saw the thunder tornado, carrying lightning and thunder, completely engulfing the enemy positions, and the enemy army was defeated and reduced to ashes, the entire warehouse was instantly boiling.

"None of the Japs are going to survive. We've held our ground!"

The young soldiers were so excited that they shouted and cheered, and some even hugged each other and jumped up excitedly.

"Won!"

"we won!"

"The entire Japanese Third Division was wiped out!"

The soldiers thought of the previous hardships and sacrifices, and at this moment they hugged each other and cried with joy. Their tears mixed with the dust on their faces, leaving traces.

Xie Jinyuan stood in front, watching this scene, tears already welling up in his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions: With the help of a master, his brothers no longer have to sacrifice themselves...

As the head of the regiment, his greatest wish is to ensure that as many of his brothers as possible survive while holding the position. Now this wish seems to be within reach.

At this moment, the electric sparks in Lin Lang's palm ran out of energy and went out. His body suddenly shook and he was about to fall backwards.

Xie Jinyuan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He rushed over and supported the exhausted Lin Lang.

The surrounding soldiers immediately rushed forward and held Lin Lang's body steadily.

"Sir, sir, are you okay?" Xie Jinyuan looked nervous, his voice full of concern, and he held Lin Lang's arm with a little force.

The rest of the soldiers gathered around with worried expressions on their faces, looking at Lin Lang with eyes full of awe and concern - this mysterious young man had used his incredible power to help them eliminate the enemy.

Lin Lang took a weak breath and said softly, "My mental energy has been depleted. I need to rest for 5 minutes... Help me to the side and let me sleep for a while to replenish my mental energy."

Xie Jinyuan quickly ordered the soldiers around him: "Quick! Make a bed for the gentleman, get some more bedding and make it softer. Find the most comfortable place!"

The soldiers responded and quickly cleared a clean space nearby and made a simple bed.

As soon as Lin Lang was gently helped by the soldiers to lie down on the prepared bed, his eyelids drooped closed and a faint halo appeared around him.

He has used his superpower of deep sleep and fell into a dream in an instant, seizing every second to replenish his over-consumed mental energy.

Xie Jinyuan stood aside, watching the cold sweat oozing from Lin Lang's forehead, wetting the loose hair on his forehead. His face was as pale as a piece of thin paper, and he felt awe and distress in his heart.

He didn't know where this man who could control the wind and rain and heal serious injuries came from, and he didn't even know his full name.

But at this moment in his heart, Lin Lang is a well-deserved national hero.

The warehouse was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The soldiers around all stood straight in their places, even breathing subconsciously lightened, and no one was willing to move an inch.

A young soldier coughed, and the old soldier next to him gave him a silent glare, causing him to freeze immediately.

Everyone knew that Lin Lang had exhausted his energy in order to help them defend their position and kill the Japanese, so they must not disturb his rest.

The dark clouds outside the window had long since dispersed, the sound of rain had stopped, and the bright moonlight shone through the broken window of the warehouse and fell on the faces of the soldiers.

Looking closely, everyone's mouth corners were slightly raised, and the fatigue in their eyes was replaced by a relaxed joy.

Since they were involved in the tragic Battle of Sihang Warehouse, they have become accustomed to seeing brothers who have been with them day and night fall down. Sacrifice has become the most common thing. The smiles on their faces have long disappeared, and only the determination to hold on is left.

They even wrote their suicide notes in advance.

But now, looking at the sleeping Lin Lang and thinking about the scene of the enemy’s position being destroyed just now, they knew that they had survived.

The position of Sihang Warehouse was held.

The sense of security that welled up from the bottom of my heart finally brought a long-lost smile to my face.

Xie Jinyuan walked among the soldiers and ordered in a low voice, "Brothers, if anyone has any rations, please share them. When the master wakes up, give him something to eat. He's exhausted."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers immediately took action.

Someone took out several layers of compressed biscuits wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and someone took out half a dry and hard steamed bun.

There was also a soldier who had just recovered from his injury and took out a small bag of fried rice from his pocket - that was three days' worth of rations he had saved, and he had originally intended to keep it for a nibble when he really couldn't hold on any longer.

After a while, a pile of various foods were neatly placed on the wooden box beside Lin Lang's bed.

No one spoke, but everyone's actions revealed a sincere gratitude, as if these simple dry food could slightly repay the mysterious gentleman for saving their lives.

Xie Jinyuan looked at the pile of food, then turned back to look at the sleeping Lin Lang and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the wind outside the window seems to have become gentle. Who understands the tenderness of these tough guys?

Perhaps only those who are patriotic, sentimental, and grateful can empathize at this moment.

No more, no less, exactly five minutes after deep sleep, Lin Lang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the food placed on the wooden box.

Xie Jinyuan asked with concern, "Sir, why did you only speak for such a short while?"

Lin Lang sat up and replied, "I have the ability to sleep deeply for five minutes and be fully refreshed for 24 hours. Five minutes of sleep is enough."

"Wow..." Everyone was shocked after hearing this, and they were all shocked by Lin Lang's extraordinary abilities.

Xie Jinyuan handed the kettle to Lin Lang and said, "Mr. Dayi, you must be exhausted from annihilating the Japanese Third Division. Drink some water and eat some food to replenish your energy!"

Lin Lang took the military canteen and said, "Captain Xie, can you give me this canteen as a souvenir?"