Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

Qin Lizhi's beautiful Adam's apple bobbed slightly, a self-deprecating laugh escaping from it. He resolutely turned around and strode out of the operations room.

Just then, the "camera" on the shrine, which had been silent all along, suddenly started moving!

First, a bag of flour popped out of it, with the words "fifty kilograms" clearly written on the bag.

Lieutenant Zhang's trembling yet joyful voice echoed through the air!

"Young Marshal! There's movement!"

"The goddess has brought us flour!"

"what?"

Qin Lizhi turned around in disbelief, and the scene that came into view made his eyes suddenly well up with tears!

Lieutenant Zhang was carrying a bag of flour across his chest, his coat stained with flour, and his eyes and brows were filled with ecstatic joy.

Behind him, flour was continuously gushing out!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have almost thought he was dreaming.

The next second, Zhang, the adjutant, tripped over the flour that had sprung up and fell down in a sorry state, his face slamming into the flour sack. When he looked up again, his dark cheeks were covered in clumps of white flour.

One on each cheek, one on the forehead, one on the tip of the nose, and white marks on the lips and chin.

Qin Lizhi couldn't help but chuckle.

His slender fingers clenched into a fist and covered his lips, his eyes filled with a deep smile.

"Oh my, young marshal, it's a miracle! Our Jinsan Brigade won't starve to death!"

"Ah."

"Quickly call a few trusted men over and have them move this flour out and stack it properly."

"Yes! Obey!"

Zhang's adjutant's voice was full of joy.

Because it was a confidential matter, Lieutenant Zhang summoned his closest confidants.

"Let me make this clear from the start: this is a confidential matter, and no one is allowed to leak it. Otherwise, you can forget about having your head on your shoulders!"

Several people were aware of the current situation.

"What secret? Could you tell me, Lieutenant Zhang?"

"food."

"Life-saving food!"

The group's eyes lit up instantly.

Because of the food shortage, he could only get a small piece of steamed bun each day, and the tall man was already starving.

But they weren't the only ones suffering from hunger; even the surviving residents of the mountain town were going hungry.

At least they can get a small piece of steamed bun every day, but the people have not eaten for several days in a row!

The young marshal is truly the pillar of the Jinsan Brigade. As long as he is there, he can always turn danger into safety time and time again!

"That's great! The young marshal is amazing. The mountain city is in dire straits both inside and outside, yet he still managed to get his hands on food."

"It seems our Jinsan Brigade can break through!"

"As long as the young marshal is here, the brothers of the Jin San Brigade will be here!"

The group rallied and, after repeated warnings from Lieutenant Zhang, appeared together in the operations room.

Upon entering the operations room, everyone's eyes widened in surprise!

Countless flour sacks piled up from the ground to the top of the tent, stretching it out of shape.

No.

Not only flour, but also rice, bulging in the bags, and there was even something pupae deep inside.

The flour and rice seemed to have grown legs and were being pushed rapidly toward the door!

This is this...

Several people's eyes almost popped out!

The rice and flour seemed to multiply out of thin air, like a flood?

What's the matter!

"Lieutenant Zhang, am I seeing things?"

Lieutenant Zhang pursed his lips.

"Young Marshal has supernatural powers. This rice and flour was obtained by the young marshal from the goddess. It is a life-saving food bestowed upon us by the gods!"

"This is of utmost importance! You all better keep your mouths shut! If the news leaks out, you'll be executed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

As Zhang's adjutant's gaze swept over them, several people felt a chill run down their spines.

Lieutenant Zhang was a notorious killer in the military camp.

If the young marshal Qin Lizhi is a cold-faced Yama, then Zhang the adjutant is the executioner, ruthless and merciless when carrying out orders.

Who dares to provoke this god of death?

"Quickly move all the grain out, and tonight we brothers will have a good feast!"

"Only when we're well-fed will we have the strength to fight the Japanese pirates!"

"The remaining 300,000 people in this mountain city are all counting on us to protect them. No one is allowed to let us down!"

"Have you remembered it clearly?"

"Yes!"

Several people straightened up and stood at attention.

At the command, the group of people, as if injected with adrenaline, hoisted the 100-pound flour and rice and quickly carried them outside.

However, after moving one bag, another bag ended up in the tent.

The rice and flour seemed to have no source, flowing rapidly out of the operations room.

The group of people worked with increasing vigor, as if they were on fire. Sweat streamed down their foreheads and backs, but their motivation only grew stronger, and they felt like they had a purpose in life!

However, this was done quietly, and not many people knew about it.

Outside the air-raid shelter, a number of brothers quickly gathered.

These people were dressed in rags, some even missing an arm or a leg, and they were shouting themselves hoarse, arguing their case.

"We want to see the young marshal!"

At first, only a few people were shouting.

Later, these voices merged into a sea, their sound shaking the heavens.

"We request an audience with the young marshal!"

"Please, young marshal, allow us to leave the battlefield. We, the old, weak, and disabled, have no more attachments in this world. Our relatives and friends have all been killed by the Japanese pirates, leaving only us to eke out a living."

"Instead of wasting food and dragging our brothers down, let's take a desperate gamble, strap on some explosives, and perish together with those damned Japanese pirates!"

"Please, young marshal, give us a chance!"

War room.

After an unknown amount of time had passed since the move, the operations room was now mostly empty. Qin Lizhi stood in front of the shrine and gently placed a sandalwood box on the "camera".

"Thank you for your divine intervention. This box contains some treasures that I have kept for many years. Nowadays, wars are frequent and food prices are soaring. I hope you will like what's inside."

"After we defeat the local gentry and tyrants, I will present all the treasures I have looted to the goddess to repay her for saving my life."

As soon as Qin Lizhi finished speaking, the box on the "camera" disappeared in a flash.

A look of joy appeared on his face.

Just then, Zhang's adjutant's voice came from outside.

"Young Marshal!"

"Someone is requesting an audience."

"understood."

Qin Lizhi stood up, his incredibly long legs disappearing into the shadows. He glanced deeply at the "camera," carefully placed it in his pocket, pressed a button with his slender, jade-like hand, and then turned around.

The cloak rustled in the draft.

Qin Lizhi's incomparably handsome face appeared in the morning light, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

"The brothers with physical disabilities felt they were a burden and asked to fight and die in front of the air-raid shelter."

Deputy Zhang's voice was low.

"Nonsense!"

Qin Lizhi's dark pupils contracted sharply!

"go!"

"Give the order to cook porridge and steam buns immediately. Let the brothers have a good meal tonight!"

"The brothers have been starving for too long, it's time to treat them well!"

Lieutenant Zhang was delighted. "Yes, sir!"