Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang glanced at Captain Shi, who was in critical condition, and replied with a resolute look, "Don't worry, brothers. As long as he's still breathing, we can cure him!"

Xie Jinyuan looked at Lin Lang in disbelief. After hearing these words, his lips trembled with excitement: "Sir, please be righteous. I'll have to trouble you to save Captain Shi!"

Lin Lang leaned over and gently placed his palm on Captain Shi's bloody abdomen.

A pale golden halo instantly spread out, wrapping the wound like a layer of warm gauze.

Everyone saw that the turned-out flesh and blood were actually flowing inwards like a tide, the hanging intestines were slowly pulled back into place by an invisible force, and the broken internal organs healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in the halo of light, and even the blood-stained bandages became clean.

But in just a moment, the originally hideous wound became smooth again, leaving only a layer of light pink new flesh.

Captain Shi's originally rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and the color slowly returned to his paper-pale face.

His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking twice blankly, feeling the warmth coming from his abdomen. The heart-wrenching pain just now disappeared, and he felt indescribably light all over.

"I...I'm not dead?"

Captain Shi spoke weakly, his voice still a little hoarse, but full of incredible surprise.

As he spoke, he moved his fingers tentatively, then raised his hand to touch his abdomen. The place he touched was smooth, and there was no trace of serious injury at all.

"Am I dreaming? Or have I already gone to hell? How come all my injuries have healed? It doesn't hurt at all!"

Captain Shi sat up suddenly, then jumped off the stretcher, turned around on the ground, and even jumped twice. His face became visibly red and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Captain, it's great to see that you were rescued. Our brothers all thought you were dead!" A young soldier hugged Captain Shi tightly.

Brothers from other companies also came forward to hug Captain Shi, shedding tears of excitement.

"Wow..." Most of the soldiers watching in the warehouse were shocked and burst into uproar.

"Captain Shi, who was barely breathing just now, is now alive and kicking. This isn't medical skill, it's simply a miraculous ability to bring the dead back to life!"

"Yes!"

I don't know who shouted first, "Sir, you are simply a miracle doctor!"

Immediately afterwards, deafening waves of praise swept across the entire warehouse. "Amazing! Captain Shi can even stand up!"

"With you here, we brothers are no longer afraid of getting hurt!"

"Sir, you are the incarnation of the Bodhisattva!"

Xie Jinyuan was so shocked that his lips trembled. He walked forward, pulling Captain Shi and saying excitedly, "Old Shi, why don't you hurry up and thank your savior!"

Captain Shi gathered himself together, straightened his back, and saluted Lin Lang with a standard military salute. His eyes were red. "Sir, I will never forget your kindness in saving my life!"

"From now on, as long as you say a word, I will never frown even if I have to face danger!"

"My life, Shi, will belong to you, sir, from now on!"

Lin Lang patted Captain Shi's arm and said in a steady voice, "Your life belongs to the country and the people. Live well and kill more devils. That will be the best reward for me."

Captain Shi nodded heavily, his voice firm: "Yes! Don't worry, sir, I will take the brothers to deploy the defense right away." As he said that, he turned around and led the soldiers of the company to strengthen the fortifications. His steps were so steady that he didn't seem like someone who had just been back from the gates of hell.

Lin Lang looked at this scene, and his blood instantly surged in his heart.

The warehouse, which had been suffocated by pain and fatigue, was now seething with high morale. Even the smell of gunpowder in the air seemed to be tinged with a hint of hope.

Lin Lang looked at the group of passionate warriors in front of him, and the corners of his tense mouth softened a little: "Hurry and help the next seriously injured brother over here."

I saw two soldiers carefully carrying a wounded man over. The wounded man's left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and the black blood that seeped out had soaked the gauze. The whole arm was swollen like a steamed bun, and traces of ulceration could be vaguely seen under the blackened skin.

His lips were cracked and bloody, his face was as white as paper, his teeth were chattering in pain, and he had difficulty breathing when he spoke.

"Sir... the military doctor said... my arm is badly infected and necrotic, and the only way to save it is by amputation... Do you think it can be saved?"

Lin Lang said nothing more, only said in a deep voice: "There is hope, there must be hope."

Before he finished speaking, he had already placed his palm on the blackened and festering skin.

A pale golden halo instantly spread out, wrapping the wound like the warm sunshine of early spring.

Everyone saw that the blackened skin faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pus in the ulcers was absorbed by the halo, revealing the tender pink new flesh underneath, the swelling subsided at an astonishing speed, and even the bandages became clean.

But in just a few moments, the soldier's arm, which was originally severely infected and ulcerated, miraculously recovered to health, his skin was as smooth as before, and not even a scar was left.

"Oh my God! Sir, your medical skills in saving lives and healing the wounded are truly amazing!" The soldier who was holding the wounded man opened his mouth in shock and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The wounded soldier, whose arm had recovered, stared at his arm blankly, moved his fingers tentatively, then lifted it up and turned it. The heart-wrenching pain completely disappeared, and his arm was as flexible as if it had never been injured.

He suddenly reacted and was about to kneel down to thank Lin Lang, but Lin Lang held him back.

"Brother, no need to be so polite. Everyone, please help the next injured person over." Lin Lang waved his hand.

The wounded soldier's eyes instantly turned red, and he saluted with a choked voice: "Thank you, Mr.! I will definitely use this arm to kill more Japanese!"

Comrades gathered around the wounded soldier who had just been healed, touching his arms and exclaiming, "Oh my god, this is better than a magic trick!"

"The arm that was rotten just now is now as good as new!"

"Sir, you are truly a kind-hearted living god!"

The cheers of the crowd were filled with the excitement of surviving the disaster, and even the air felt a little warmer.

Unknowingly, all the soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse developed a trust in Lin Lang, willing to share life and death with him.

Immediately afterwards, another soldier whose back was scratched by shrapnel was helped up. Lin Lang brushed his palm over the wound, and the wound healed instantly.

Another soldier's leg bone was pierced by a bullet. A halo flashed, and the bone "clicked" back into place, and he was able to walk normally again immediately...

Just like that, pale golden halos lit up in Lin Lang's palms one after another, like rays of hope, shining on the faces of every wounded person.

Because of the continuous consumption of mental energy to use the [Healing Hands] skill, a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on Lin Lang's forehead, but he had no time to rest and devoted all his energy to treating the injured soldiers.

Soon, all the wounded in the warehouse were healed by Lin Lang, and they once again became a group of soldiers with shining eyes and eager to fight. They were all full of energy and couldn't wait to rush out and fight the Japanese to the death.

The soldiers thanked Lin Lang repeatedly and were very grateful.

Xie Jinyuan ordered, "Quick! Bring him a chair! Bring him a kettle so he can drink some water and rest!"

The soldiers immediately took action, brought a chair, wiped it clean with their sleeves, and said respectfully, "Sir, please sit down."

Then, a scout was seen shouting at the top of his voice: "It's bad, Commander! The Japs... the Japs are attacking again! There are more of them this time, and they've brought heavy artillery!"

The soldiers immediately exploded, grabbing their weapons and saying, "Fuck them! Let the Japs have a taste of our power!"

"With the master here, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Brothers, prepare to fight..."

For a moment, the Sihang Warehouse was filled with fighting spirit. The position that was shrouded in pain just now had now turned into a tiger ready to pounce on the enemy at the command.

Xie Jinyuan's eyes glared, and just as he was about to order everyone to prepare for battle, he saw Lin Lang turn and walk towards the window. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable power: "Brothers, don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Let me take care of these devils."

The smoke outside the window had not yet dissipated, but the air in the Sihang Warehouse was no longer filled with the desperate silence.

Lin Lang stood at the third-floor window with his short hair flying, purple electric light flashing in his palm, and arcs of electricity bursting out from his fingertips with a crackling sound.

As he raised his hand and pointed, a roar like a dragon's roar came from deep in the clouds, purple lightning tore through the night sky, and heavy rain poured down with a terrifying aura.

The rain gathered into a strange vortex on the ground, reflecting a strange purple light.

"Get up!" Lin Lang shouted, and lightning exploded in his palm.

A black tornado with a diameter of one hundred meters rose into the sky, accompanied by the crackling sound of an electromagnetic storm. Wherever it passed, the rails twisted and the bricks and stones collapsed.

The Japanese troops charging towards the Sihang Warehouse were instantly caught in the storm. The Type 99 light machine guns and Type 92 infantry guns rolled in the air, forming a bloody vortex with the soldiers' broken bodies.

The electromagnetic storm raged in the tornado, and the Japanese's helmets and bayonets burst out with dazzling arcs of electricity. Their skin was burned with charred lines by the electric current, and their screams stopped abruptly in the whistling wind.

Inside the Sihang Warehouse, Xie Jinyuan's hand holding the telescope trembled slightly, and sweat dripped down his strong chin.

"Oh my God! This is unbelievable!" His hoarse voice could not hide his shock.

The soldiers hid behind the bunkers, looking out of the warehouse through the bullet holes. Some of them stumbled and knocked over ammunition boxes, but no one cared.

When he saw the Japanese regiment turned into dust in the tornado and all died in the electromagnetic storm, the roar that had been suppressed for many days finally broke through his throat: "Kill the Japanese!"

"Kill the devil!"

The cheers mixed with the heavy rain resonated loudly in the Sihang Warehouse on the north bank of the Suzhou River.

With Lin Lang, who can summon heavenly thunder, and this group of soldiers who are ready to die, an eternal light is quietly rising on this land ravaged by war.

at the same time,

Inside the headquarters of the Japanese Third Division, enemy commander Matsui was observing the Sihang Warehouse through a telescope and was shocked by the supernatural tornado and electromagnetic storm before him.

"Bagaya road!"

Matsui angrily threw the telescope in his hand to the ground with a "clang", and the lens shattered into pieces.

His bony fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles white as a corpse's. A low, animal-like growl erupted from his throat: "Impossible! How could the empire's most elite troops be unable to capture a tiny Sihang Warehouse?"

Before he could finish his words, the glass window of the enemy's operations room suddenly shattered, and the flying glass fragments drew several bloody marks on Matsui's face.