Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang was swept up in the wave of cheers, but the anger in his eyes had not subsided. He saw an enemy tank that had escaped by chance reversing madly, its tracks slipping in the rubble, like a dying beetle.

Lin Lang hooked his finger, and another thunder bomb fell from the sky. With a "crack", it hit the enemy tank that was trying to escape, and the tank cover flew dozens of meters away.

The soldiers in the enemy tank died on the spot, but Lin Lang was still not satisfied. He moved his hand again and directed the next bomb to "whip the corpse". After a loud "crack", the enemy soldiers in the tank were completely turned into bloody charred corpses.

Amidst the smoke of gunpowder, someone in the Sihang Warehouse took the lead in singing military songs. The out-of-tune melody was full of power.

At first there were only a few scattered voices, but soon it turned into a chorus of the entire warehouse.

The singing voice penetrated the damaged walls and echoed in the night sky of the sea where artillery fire was flying. It was so exciting!

The soldiers' chests heaved violently, their eyes burning with unprecedented heat, as if what had just been destroyed were not a dozen enemy tanks, but the despair that had weighed on their hearts for a long time.

In the International Settlement on the other side of the river, patriotic people who were closely following the battle at the Sihang Warehouse saw the Japanese tanks being strangely struck by lightning bolts falling from the sky, and their pupils trembled with shock.

"Fuck!"

"Isn't this too damn satisfying?"

"Oh Heaven, oh Earth, which god is avenging the anger of the common people? Is he specifically sending thunder to strike the devils?"

"Look at that Japanese tank! It was charging around just now, and now it's just become scrap metal!"

"That's so satisfying! Great job! Chop all those bastards into pieces!"

"Could it be that the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse swore their lives to resist the Japanese invasion, and their loyal souls moved the heavens, causing the Thunder God to come to their aid and specifically destroy the Japanese bombers and tanks?!"

"None of the soldiers of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division are cowards. They are all heroes of the Chinese nation!"

The crowd was like a barrel of explosives that was suddenly ignited, and instantly erupted into deafening shouts.

Some people jumped up excitedly, some cheered, and some shouted at the other side at the top of their lungs: "Come on! Hold on!"

For a moment, cheers, applause, and cries mixed together, and even the river seemed to be surging due to this force.

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei looked at the Sihang Warehouse on the north bank of the Suzhou River, hugged each other excitedly, and jumped and cheered.

"Our husband did it! He's really amazing!"

"great!"

"great!"

"Ahh... the enemy's attack has paused!"

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei, two best friends, cried with joy, and at the same time silently prayed for Lin Lang in their hearts, hoping that he would not be injured in the battle against the Japanese division.

Lin Lang stood at the window, looking at the boiling crowd on the other side, then turned around to look at the soldiers in the warehouse who were shouting excitedly, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

At this moment, Xie Jinyuan, the highest-ranking officer of the Sihang Warehouse garrison and lieutenant colonel and regimental adjutant, heard the news and rushed from the fifth floor of the warehouse to the third floor where Lin Lang was.

The warehouse was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the wind outside the window. The soldiers who had been singing military songs just now held their breath, and their eyes were burning with even brighter flames as they looked at their superiors.

After seeing Lin Lang, Xie Jinyuan stood at attention and saluted with a respectful military salute.

"Sir, you are righteous!"

"May I ask your name, sir? Where are you from? How can you summon lightning to strike the Japanese and save our country and our people?" Xie Jinyuan looked at Lin Lang with tears of excitement in his eyes.

Lin Lang glanced at the room full of wounded but fiery-eyed soldiers and said sternly, "Names and hometowns are not worth mentioning."

"You defended the Sihang Warehouse to the death for your country and family; I summoned thunder to drive away the invaders, also for my country and family."

"As the saying goes, every citizen is responsible for the rise and fall of a country! Since I am in this land, seeing my compatriots suffering and the mountains and rivers being broken, there is no reason for me to stand idly by!" Lin Lang's voice was not loud, but every word was sonorous.

"What you said is truly enlightening! I thank all the brothers of the 524th Regiment of the Jinyuan Generation for your help!"

He paused, his voice choked with sobs, "With these words from you, and with heroes like you by our side, we can hold the Sihang Warehouse!"

"As long as there is a soldier from our 524th Regiment still alive, we will not let the entire Hai fall!" Xie Jinyuan's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound.

Lin Lang said with tears in his eyes, "Captain Xie is right. As long as we can drive these invaders who rob, burn, and pillage out of our homeland, even if we die, what is there to fear?!"

A soldier with a serious leg injury struggled to get up, supported by the soldiers beside him. With tears in his eyes, he shouted, "Well said! To die on the battlefield is the highest honor. Those who fight to the death to defend their country without seeking fame are heroes!"

Lin Lang hurriedly stepped forward, squatted in front of the soldier with a serious leg injury, and placed his hand on the wound. "Brother, your leg is broken. Bear with the pain. I will treat you now."

Lin Lang placed his palm on the soldier's wound. As soon as the [Healing Hands] skill was triggered, a soft halo emanated from his palm, like warm snow melting in early spring, seeping into the soldier's bloody broken leg bit by bit.

At first, none of the soldiers watching dared to speak, and even their breathing was lightened.

I saw fine threads of flesh emerging from the exposed tips of the bones, sprouting up like bamboo shoots after a rain. The broken bones made a slight "click" sound and actually aligned themselves with the seams.

Then it was wrapped in new flesh and blood, and the skin and flesh moved together at a speed visible to the naked eye, scabbing and peeling off. However, in the blink of an eye, the originally hideous wound became smooth as before, without even a scar left.

The soldier with a serious leg injury was stiff at first, then he tentatively bent his legs, bent his knees flexibly, and stomped the ground - the piercing pain was gone, and his whole body felt light as if a heavy burden had been lifted off.

He suddenly looked down at his miraculously healed leg, then looked up at Lin Lang, his mouth wide open enough to fit a fist. After a long pause, he managed to utter, "Oh my God! My...my leg...was actually healed by Mr.?"

Lin Lang stood up and said, "You are a hero of the people. I will never let you become disabled for life."

The healed soldier knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed to Lin Lang: "Sir, you are so righteous! Thank you for your kindness!"

Lin Lang hurriedly helped the man up and said sternly, "Hurry up, I should be the one thanking you for your bravery and fighting bravely to defend our country on behalf of our 400 million compatriots!"

The warehouse fell into deathly silence at first, and then suddenly exploded a few seconds later.

"Oh my God! What the hell is going on?" A young soldier rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was seeing things. "Just now, the bones were sticking out!"

"The injured flesh actually grew back on its own? It's like magic! Could it be that you possess some magical power, sir?"

The soldier with the broken leg was also stunned. He walked back and forth a few steps, then jumped on the spot, his voice shaking with excitement: "My leg is really healed! It doesn't hurt anymore! It's like I never got hurt!"

Xie Jinyuan stood aside, his fists that had been clenched just now slowly loosened, and the shock in his eyes almost overflowed.

He had been in the army for so many years and had seen military doctors with excellent medical skills, but he had never seen such miraculous skills - broken bones regenerated, skin and flesh restored. This was not just a cure, it was simply bringing the dead back to life!

"Sir, you are truly a remarkable man!" Xie Jinyuan's voice trembled. "With a master like you helping us, we won't have to worry about repelling the Japanese!"

"Yes! With you here, we brothers don't have to worry even if we get hurt!"

"This isn't medical skill at all, this is the manifestation of a living Bodhisattva!"

The soldiers exclaimed in amazement, and the initial vigilance they had shown when they looked at Lin Lang was gone, replaced by awe and gratitude.

The Sihang Warehouse, which had just been shrouded in pain and despair, now showed a hint of joy at having survived the disaster.

Lin Lang looked at the stunned soldiers around him and shouted, "What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and help all the injured brothers over here so I can treat them!"

"Okay!" Xie Jinyuan responded immediately, his face ecstatic as he ordered, "Quick, quick, bring all the wounded over here so the master can treat them."

Just as everyone was still immersed in the shock of the broken leg's recovery, a hunched figure squeezed out from the crowd.

The gauze wrapped around the soldier's left eye oozed dark red blood. He tapped the ground with his right foot and groped forward, a suppressed sob emanating from his throat. "Sir... My eye was blinded by a stray bullet. Can it be cured?"

His trembling fingers tightly grasped Lin Lang's sleeves, and his voice was as broken as dead leaves in the autumn wind.

"It can be cured. It's no big deal." Lin Lang answered firmly.

Before he finished speaking, his palm had already gently covered the blood-soaked gauze. A pale golden light leaked from between his fingers, like morning mist piercing through the clouds. In just three breaths, a tiny light suddenly appeared under the gauze.

"Brother, your left eye that was blinded by the explosion has healed!" Lin Lang's voice was filled with unquestionable power.

When the gauze soaked with blood scabs was slowly removed, the once sunken eye socket suddenly showed a moist luster, and the pupil slowly contracted in the dim light. The eyeball that was originally bloody and mangled was restored to its original state, glowing with amber-like brilliance again!

"Oh my god! I... I can see! My left eye is seeing again!"

The soldier staggered into Lin Lang's arms, his fingers stained with gunpowder tightly grasping his collar, and his hot tears mixed with blood left large marks on Lin Lang's shoulders.

"Sir! I can see the military flag again! I can see the faces of my brothers!" He cried loudly like a child, but his smile was brighter than the spring sunshine.

The soldiers watching were completely excited. They all expressed their gratitude to Lin Lang for their comrade's miraculous recovery!

The soldier, whose left eye had regained its sight, was about to kneel down in thanks when Lin Lang quickly lifted his arm and said, "This is a national crisis. No need for formalities. Hurry and help the other wounded soldiers over to get treatment!"

"Yes, sir!"

The man wiped the tears from his face and quickly stepped aside. In the passage he made, the wounded man on the stretcher had his abdomen and flesh turned outward, his intestines almost hanging out of the stretcher, and the blood-stained bandage kept rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

Xie Jinyuan tearfully said, "Sir, this is Captain Shi from the 3rd Company of our 524th Regiment. He was just hit by a Japanese howitzer and is seriously injured. He is on his last breath. Can he be saved?"