Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang replied, "Group time travel means I can take you all to the future to watch the military parade commemorating the 80th anniversary of the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression."

"Group time travel? Going to the future to watch a military parade?"

The warehouse was in an uproar in an instant, and the anticipation in the soldiers' eyes almost overflowed.

Captain Shi clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "If we could see with our own eyes the intercontinental strategic nuclear missiles with a global range that you mentioned, it would be worth dying for!"

The veteran next to him couldn't help rubbing his hands, his Adam's apple rolling, his face full of anticipation.

Who among these simple and unpretentious soldiers does not want to see with their own eyes the future of "a prosperous people and a strong country"?

Xie Jinyuan's chest heaved violently, the light in his eyes was brighter than before, and his fingers subconsciously stroked the holster at his waist.

He looked at Lin Lang, his lips moved several times, and the excitement almost burst through his throat.

But after a moment, he slowly loosened his hand, straightened his back, and the expectation on his face slowly settled into a heavy determination.

"Sir, I appreciate your kindness on behalf of all the brothers in the 524th Regiment."

Xie Jinyuan's voice was low, but each word was clear, with a soldier's distinctive sonority. "It's just that... the order our regiment received is to defend the Sihang Warehouse to the death. We cannot retreat an inch."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the group of brothers around him with fiery eyes, his voice becoming a little hoarse.

"Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. We are soldiers. Once we put on this uniform, we must obey the rules. We cannot abandon the position here, and we cannot ignore the people behind us."

The noise in the warehouse suddenly quieted down.

The anticipation on the soldiers' faces gradually faded, replaced by a solemnity of understanding.

An old soldier lowered his head and quietly wiped his face, but said nothing more - he understood that what the commander said was the rule and the duty of a soldier.

Lin Lang stood there in a daze, the smile on his face slowly fading.

He really didn't expect that Xie Jinyuan would refuse.

Faced with the opportunity to witness the future victory parade with his own eyes, Xie Jinyuan chose to continue to hold on to the current battlefield.

But looking at Xie Jinyuan's open eyes and the soldiers' silently straight backs, a sense of awe suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.

This is the military discipline and style of our Xia army!

Knowing that victory will come in the future, we are still willing to stand in the current fire; knowing that the sacrifice may not produce any visible results, we still choose to pave the way with our flesh and blood.

Lin Lang took a deep breath, and a complex smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, which contained admiration, regret, and a trace of indescribable sadness.

"I understand." Lin Lang's voice was a little deep, but with an unprecedented solemnity, "I was abrupt."

Xie Jinyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, but more of a look of no regrets: "Sir, when we have driven away the devils and driven out the invaders, even if there is only one brother left alive, he can use his eyes to witness the victory parade on behalf of all the brothers in the regiment."

The bright moonlight shone through the broken window, falling on the soldiers' shoulders, on Xie Jinyuan's worn military uniform, and on Lin Lang's silent face.

The future is very near, so near that Lin Lang can travel back to the afterlife with just a thought.

But their perseverance at this moment is as heavy as a mountain, weighing on the shoulders of these soldiers and being engraved into the bones and blood of history.

Lin Lang cupped his hands, his eyes reddening, and said in a calm voice, "Don't say anything more, it's just tears! Take care, brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Jinyuan's eyes flashed, and he was the first to raise his hand and salute in a standard military salute.

Seeing this, the soldiers behind him raised their hands in unison, their arms stretched straight, palms facing forward, looking at Lin Lang with burning eyes.

"Mr. Great Righteousness! Farewell, Mr.!"

The 524th Regiment's soldiers' voices echoed in the warehouse in unison, with a soldier's unique sonority.

Lin Lang looked at the scene in front of him, his nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes turned red in an instant.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, they were blocked by a surge of sobs.

He was afraid that tears would fall uncontrollably if he opened his mouth, so he could only turn around resolutely and stride out.

Xie Jinyuan maintained his salute posture, his eyes following Lin Lang's back until the figure gradually merged into the dim light.

The soldiers also remained motionless, their arms raised to their ears. The warehouse was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

It was unknown how long it took before Xie Jinyuan slowly put down his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The soldiers then withdrew their arms one after another, looking at each other, and no one spoke.

In the dim light, everyone's face was filled with reluctance. The powerful shouts just now seemed to still ring in their ears, but the mysterious figure had disappeared into the shadows.

During the brief silence, a deep sigh sounded in the warehouse.

Although their interaction with Lin Lang was brief, it left a deep impression on everyone's heart.

This life-and-death friendship will be deeply imprinted in the memories of the soldiers of the 524th Regiment in the days to come, and they will never forget it.

And every face of the soldiers of the 524th Regiment has been forever preserved in Lin Lang's memory because of his skill of "Photographic Memory".

At the same time, in the International Settlement across the river from the Sihang Warehouse, the originally silent night sky was suddenly shattered by brilliant fireworks.

The people spontaneously gathered on the shore, watching the scene of the Japanese Third Division being completely annihilated on the opposite bank. Cheers rose one after another, as lively as the New Year.

Someone lit firecrackers, and the crackling sound mixed with cheers completely released the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time. Everyone's face was filled with excitement for this hard-won victory.

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei squeezed into the crowd, standing on tiptoe to look at the other side, tears in their eyes, but they couldn't help but cheer with everyone.

Just then, a familiar figure walked through the crowd towards the two best friends. It was Lin Lang, whose face was covered in gunpowder ash.

"Hubby!" The two best friends shouted at the same time, trotting into Lin Lang's arms and hugging him tightly, their voices filled with tears: "Hubby, you're finally back! We were so worried. Are you hurt?"

Lin Lang smiled and tightened his arms, hugging them in his arms, hugging them left and right and replied: "Don't worry, my husband is so powerful, how could he get hurt?"

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei finally felt relieved. One of them raised her head and kissed Lin Lang's left cheek, and the other kissed his right cheek. Then they looked at each other and smiled sweetly at the same time.

The tears in the corners of the two best friends' eyes had not dried yet, but they were as bright as the stars in the sky.

The fireworks continued to bloom, reflecting the figures of the three people hugging each other, as well as the countless happy faces on the shore. The joy of victory was like a tide, tightly wrapping the land.

At this moment, Lin Lang's eyes suddenly became stern, and he quickly drew his gun from his waist. His movements were as fast as lightning, and two gunshots pierced the noisy air, accurately killing two suspicious-looking men in the celebrating crowd.

The crowd exploded instantly, with screams rising one after another.

Everyone fled in panic, the joyful atmosphere just now disappeared, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

The police officer happened to be nearby. Upon hearing the gunshot, he rushed over. Seeing Lin Lang holding a gun, he immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, shouting, "Who are you? Why did you suddenly shoot and kill people?"

Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei were frightened by this sudden change and subconsciously hid behind Lin Lang, holding on to the corner of his clothes tightly, their bodies still trembling slightly.

"Husband, what's going on? Why are you suddenly killing someone in the street?"

Lin Lang remained calm, holding his gun high and keeping alert, and said in a deep voice: "These two people deserve to die. They are traitors, traitors to the country, and collaborators with the enemy and betrayers!"

The people in the police station were skeptical, but when they saw Lin Lang's determined expression, someone immediately squatted down and searched the bodies of the two dead men.

Sure enough, in their pockets, they found encrypted telegrams and tokens of communication with the enemy, which was irrefutable evidence.

Seeing this, the police station personnel put away their guns and softened their attitude towards Lin Lang. "So that's how it is. Sorry, there was a misunderstanding. These damn traitors deserve to die. Brothers, take the bodies of these two traitors back to claim the reward."

The crowd gradually calmed down. Some people looked at the evidence proving that the two deceased were traitors and started talking. While spitting on the traitors, they also looked at Lin Lang with admiration.

After the police left, Lin Lang put down his gun, turned around and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Marry Yang said weakly with a trembling voice: "Husband, the Longhai during the Republic of China period was too dangerous. Let's go back to 2000."

Ma Xiaofei also timidly agreed, "Yes, let's travel back to the modern era. The Republic of China was too chaotic and always frightening."

Lin Lang replied, "We can't leave now."

"Why?" Marry Yang asked in confusion.

Lin Lang said angrily, "After the fall of Changhai in 1937, several major traitors openly defected to the Japanese, including Fu Xiao'an, who will soon become the mayor of the pseudo-Changhai Special City, diligently serving the Japanese policies and suppressing patriots."

"There was also the traitor Liang Hongzhi, who organized a reformist government in Changhai and served as the pseudo-premier of the Executive Yuan. He signed a series of agreements with the Japanese, allowing them to quickly control the economy of central China."

"And the spy chief Ding Mocun, a super spy of the Wang Puppet regime, known as 'Ding the Butcher'. He was responsible for 3,000 murders in four years, specifically targeting young girls, and killing countless patriots and ordinary people."

"If these three traitors are not eliminated, I won't feel at ease even if I take you back to the modern era." Lin Lang frowned slightly, unable to hide the murderous look on his face.

After hearing this, Ma Xiaofei said with equal righteousness, "Husband, Ding Mocun, known as the 'butcher' of the Republic of China, is truly guilty of heinous crimes and deserves death."

Marry Yang said with a hint of worry: "Husband, will it be dangerous for you to assassinate the traitor?"

Lin Lang touched Marry Yang's pretty face and replied with a smile: "I want these traitors to die at three o'clock in the morning. The King of Hell dare not keep them alive until five o'clock."

After hearing this, Marry Yang narrowed her eyes and said fiercely, "Then my husband, you should eliminate this harm for the people and send these big traitors to hell, so that they won't harm the country and persecute the people."