Chapter 1099: Traveling through time to the future with anti-Japanese war soldiers to watch the mili

"Of course!" Xie Jinyuan smiled gratefully.

Lin Lang paused slightly with his hand holding the water bottle, a faint light flashed in his palm, and the military water bottle with traces of wear and tear disappeared out of thin air - it was obviously put into the personal space.

The soldiers watching were all stunned, and they all gasped in shock at Lin Lang's amazing operation.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Lin Lang raised his hand and made a light grab at his side, reaching into the space on his person.

Then, there was a soft "rustling" sound, and hundreds of cans of luncheon meat and fish appeared out of thin air on the ground, neatly stacked in two rows. The tin cans shone with an oily sheen in the dim light.

Lin Lang stood up, dusted off his hands, and said in a cheerful voice, "Brothers, this is a little gift I leave for you before I leave."

"I appreciate the food you guys gathered just now. We won the battle, so of course we have to celebrate by eating meat!" Lin Lang pried open a box of luncheon meat. After opening a box, the rich aroma of meat instantly filled the air, which was particularly tempting in the warehouse filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The soldiers around him had their eyes wide open like copper bells, and couldn't help making gurgling swallowing sounds in their throats.

Several young soldiers' noses twitched and they smacked their lips greedily - they had been guarding the warehouse these days, eating hard steamed bread and drinking porridge for every meal. Let alone luncheon meat, even smelling the scent of meat was a luxury.

Xie Jinyuan looked at the neatly stacked cans, then at Lin Lang's empty hands. He could no longer suppress his confusion and asked, "Sir, how did you manage to pull something out of thin air? This skill is truly unheard of."

Lin Lang smiled and didn't explain directly. He just picked up a can of fish and handed it to Xie Jinyuan: "Filling your stomach is the most important thing right now. Come, Captain Xie, give some to the brothers so they can all have a taste!"

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Xie!" Xie Jinyuan took the can, his fingertips trembling with emotion.

He turned and shouted to the soldiers, "What are you still standing there for? Quick! Give the brothers the canned food! Eat it all!"

The soldiers finally woke up as if from their dream and rushed over. The sound of cans being pried open and laughter instantly filled the warehouse.

Some people's eyes turned red as soon as they took a bite of luncheon meat.

At this moment, they were enjoying the taste of "resurrection from the dead", which was even more delicious than the meat they had at home during the Chinese New Year.

Perhaps only the warriors who live for death and survived the victory of outnumbering the enemy can taste the delicious taste of canned fish!

Lin Lang looked at the lively scene in front of him and a smile appeared on his lips.

The moonlight shone on him through the broken window, reflecting the smiling faces of the soldiers. The Sihang Warehouse, which had just been filled with a tragic atmosphere, was now filled with a bit of the warmth of home.

Lin Lang watched everyone eating happily, and suddenly raised his hand. A faint light flashed in his palm again, and dozens of boxes of Moutai liquor with red labels appeared out of thin air next to the cans.

He opened a box and unscrewed a bottle. The rich aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat instantly spread out, which made people's hearts tremble even more than the can just now.

"Brothers," Lin Lang said, holding up the bottle, his voice slightly hoarse, "After winning the battle, it's not enough to just eat meat, we must also drink a glass together. We say goodbye today, and I'm afraid we won't see each other again for the rest of our lives."

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter in the warehouse stopped abruptly.

The soldiers' hands holding the cans stopped in mid-air, the smiles on their faces froze, and the lively atmosphere just now suddenly became gloomy. It was so quiet that one could hear the occasional sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

No one expected that they would have to say goodbye to Lin Lang so soon.

Xie Jinyuan's Adam's apple moved, and he quickly straightened his back. He said loudly to everyone, "Brothers, open the wine! Let's drink this cup together to bid farewell to the gentleman!"

The soldiers put down the cans in their hands and hurriedly opened the wine boxes.

Since there were no cups, everyone unscrewed a bottle of Moutai liquor and stood in several rows, holding the bottles straight, as neatly as they had held the guns just now.

Lin Lang raised the bottle of wine and looked at the soldiers in the room with a blazing gaze: "This glass is for all the heroes!"

His voice suddenly rose, each word weighing heavily. "Because of your unwavering defense, the Sihang Warehouse remains standing! Because of your bloodshed on the battlefield, our country and our land remain safe! Go!"

Xie Jinyuan stood at the front, raising the bottle highest, his eyes red but his voice resonant, "Cheers, sir! A hero's origins are not judged. Your noble act today will be remembered by all the brothers of the 524th Regiment! Let's drink together!"

"Drink together..." The voices of hundreds of soldiers merged into a torrent, making the walls of the warehouse buzz.

The soldiers tilted their heads back and drank gulp, the wine dripping down the corners of their mouths and soaking their collars without them noticing.

The spicy wine went down my throat and burned my eyes, but no one frowned.

This is both a celebratory wine and a farewell wine. The affection between heroes and heroes is all in the wine. There is the relief of surviving the disaster, the reluctance to leave Lin Lang, and the determination to defend the land in the future.

Lin Lang also raised his head and took a sip of Moutai, then put the bottle on the table, making a crisp sound.

He looked at the young and old faces before him, the tears still lingering in their eyes and the unextinguished flames, and suddenly smiled: "Brothers, remember, live well and protect this land."

After saying this, Lin Lang was about to turn around and leave when Xie Jinyuan saw in the dim light that the production date of Moutai liquor was May 18, 2000.

Xie Jinyuan's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked at Lin Lang in disbelief and asked in astonishment, "Sir, you... are you from the future?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet warehouse suddenly became silent.

All the soldiers' eyes were fixed on Lin Lang, and their breathing seemed to stop.

Lin Lang met everyone's gazes and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I come from the future."

"Huh—!"

Lin Lang's answer was like thunder from the blue sky, and the whole place was in an uproar.

The soldiers looked at each other, their faces filled with shock, and discussions surged like a tide:

"Mr. is from the future? Is that true?"

"Oh my God!"

"Sir, you are actually from the future!"

"No wonder the master has such great abilities, it turns out he's from the future!"

Xie Jinyuan grabbed Lin Lang's hand, his palm burning, his eyes mingled with excitement and anxiety. "Sir, then...did the devils surrender? Did we drive them away?"

Lin Lang looked at his red eyes, and at the soldiers around him who held their breath and looked expectantly, and slowly revealed a firm smile: "We finally beat the devils into surrender."

Someone couldn't help but exclaim, their voice changing tone, "When? When did we drive the Japs away?"

"I can only tell you that we finally drove the Japs away, declared unconditional surrender, and signed a surrender document. But at this moment I can only say that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard!" Lin Lang's voice was clear and powerful, penetrating all the noise.

"We won! We finally won!"

"Great! We finally defeated the Japanese and they surrendered!"

The soldiers could no longer contain their excitement. Some raised their arms and shouted, some hugged each other, and some even cried with excitement. The emotions that had been pent up for a long time completely erupted at this moment.

Xie Jinyuan could no longer hold back his tears, which slid down his cheeks. He wiped them away vigorously and tightly grasped Lin Lang's hand again. His voice was choked with sobs but filled with immense yearning: "Sir, then...will our country be prosperous and strong in the future?"

Lin Lang's eyes gleamed with pride as he spoke word for word, "In the future, our country will be prosperous and strong, and no foreign enemy will dare to bully us so easily."

"We will have the world's most powerful rocket force, and a certain Dongfeng liquid-fueled intercontinental strategic nuclear missile with a global strike range. It is our national defense weapon!"

"Oh..."

When the soldiers on the scene heard that my country would have intercontinental strategic nuclear missiles that could cover the entire world in the future, they were all shocked and screamed with excitement.

Lin Lang continued, "In the future, our country will have several aircraft carriers, the world's most advanced coast guard fleet, and awesome nuclear submarines, building an underwater Great Wall to defend our country."

"Oh..."

After hearing this, the soldiers were all excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Xie Jinyuan was so excited that he rubbed his hands together, with tears of pride in his eyes. He was so happy that he couldn't express it in words.

Captain Shi asked excitedly, "Sir, what about the Air Force? Will our country's Air Force be powerful in the future?"

Lin Lang proudly replied, "In the future, our country will have the world's largest fleet of heavy-duty fifth-generation aircraft, including the most advanced fighter jets, bombers, airborne early warning aircraft, and stealth unmanned attack aircraft. In short, we will be far ahead. That's awesome!"

After hearing this, the soldiers were all so excited that they raised their arms and shouted. The feeling of national pride at this moment was difficult to describe in words.

Cheers rose one after another in the warehouse, and everyone's face was filled with unprecedented longing and strength.

All the sufferings and sacrifices in the past seemed to have found the most worthy destination at this moment.

A young soldier asked, "Sir, will the lives of ordinary people be better in the future?"

Just as Lin Lang was about to speak, an old soldier beside him couldn't help but pat the young soldier on the shoulder: "Silly boy, didn't you hear the teacher say that in the future the people will be prosperous and the country will be strong? The people will definitely live a good life!"

Lin Lang smiled and nodded, his voice gentle but powerful: "Not only will life be better, but having enough food and warm clothes every day is the most basic thing. The children can go to school safely without having to worry about the war."

"As long as ordinary people are not lazy, have no disabilities, and are diligent, they can live a good life, live in a spacious and clean house, and even drive a private car."

"Really?" The young soldier suddenly looked up, his eyes shining like falling stars. "Then... can I eat white flour buns every day? My mother always said that if I could eat white flour every meal, it would be worth living a few years less."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Xie Jinyuan turned his face away, quietly wiped the corners of his eyes, and when he turned back, his voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, I can do it."

Lin Lang replied with tears in his eyes, "Not only can we eat white flour buns, but also rice and braised pork."

"The future prosperity of our country and the safety and well-being of our people are all earned by the blood and lives of our ancestors who defended our country. On behalf of future generations, I bow to all of you heroes!"

Just as Lin Lang was about to bend down, Xie Jinyuan held him up. His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and the end of his voice was choked with sobs: "Sir, we cannot accept this gift."

His Adam's apple rolled, his voice trembled, and the hand holding Lin Lang's arm tightened. "I am very happy to hear from you that our country will be so strong in the future and the people will live a good life. It is worth it for our brothers to sacrifice their lives fighting the Japanese."

Lin Lang looked at the unquenchable spark in Xie Jinyuan's eyes and suddenly understood - what they wanted was never the praise and worship of future generations, but just a word "worth it" and "not in vain".

He took Xie Jinyuan's hand in his own, his fingertips touching the thick calluses from his trigger-pushing fingertips, and whispered, "Captain Xie, if you want to see the day I mentioned, I can help you realize it now."

Xie Jinyuan suddenly looked up, and the light in his eyes suddenly lit up like a bonfire. "Sir, I don't understand what you said."

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang replied, "Thank you, Captain! Tell the brothers to lay down their weapons and ammunition now. I will take you all back to the future to watch the military parade in 2025!"

Xie Jinyuan was puzzled and asked, "What is group time travel?"