Universe Storage Box

Now, the Storage Box was no longer casually thrown into the corner by Huang Feng. He placed the Storage Box in the cabinet. Although there were still not many insurance measures, it was still much better than before.    

    

Huang Feng opened the Storage Box and found a new thing. It was a painting, a scroll painting. Huang Feng was very happy about this. This was also the method he had thought of to earn money.    

    

When he was thinking about how to use this to earn money, he thought of antiques and jewelry. The calligraphy and paintings of those famous people in the ancient times could be considered good antiques or even works of art.    

    

As for counterfeits like porcelain, Huang Feng did not buy them. However, he could prepare his own calligraphy and paintings. That was, he could write them himself!    

    

The calligraphy that Huang Feng wrote wasn't too ugly, but it definitely wasn't good either. If he took it out, it would be impossible for others to recognize it. However, this wasn't important to the Storage Box. As long as the nature was similar, it would be fine.    

    

Therefore, he had written one of his own. Then, he placed it in the Storage Box, waiting for the other spatial zones to exchange for some calligraphy works. As for the painting, it was the same. However... He didn't have any talent for painting. He just used a pen to write on a piece of draft paper. He casually drew a sun, a squarish house. Even a primary school student's painting was better than his.    

    

However, it didn't matter. It was fine as long as it was a painting. Huang Feng didn't think that he would be able to get another painting so quickly.    

    

"I wonder how that person will feel when he sees my painting." Huang Feng said as he opened the new painting. Of course, he didn't know that the other party was almost angered to death by his masterpiece.    

    

He was not good at appreciating paintings, so he did not know whether the words were good or not. How much could it be sold for? However, he didn't seem to be in need of money now. He placed the painting into the Storage Ring first.    

    

After that, he played with Little White at home for a while before Huang Feng changed his clothes and went out.    

    

"Hide! Hide well!"    

    

"Get down! Be careful of the cannonballs!"    

    

"Second Battalion Commander, where's the Second Battalion Commander?!"    

    

The noisy cries mixed with the cries of the cannonballs echoed across the entire camp.    

    

At first glance, the simple fortifications were filled with corpses. The clothes on the corpses were different, and there were many yellow corpses. There were also some corpses in grey clothes. However... These corpses were relatively fewer.    

    

The cannonballs continuously rained down on the entire formation with a sharp whistle, pressing down on the people on the formation. There was no way to raise their heads or lie on the ground. They either found a simple place to stay and wait for the artillery fire to pass. Although the cannonball exploded beside them, very few people revealed expressions of fear on their faces. They had seen this kind of formation many times, so they did not care. Of course, some of the new recruits who did not see it were still nervous. However, there would be veterans helping to take care of them.    

    

The cannonballs kept exploding, bringing with them a sky full of dirt, blocking the view. When they landed on the people on the ground, there were also some who were unlucky. They were directly killed by the cannonballs. Their corpses were badly mutilated and looked extremely miserable. If a modern person saw this situation, he would probably be unable to resist vomiting. However, when these people saw their companions being blasted to death... They did not show any expression as they calmly watched all of this. However, the anger and grief that flashed in their eyes showed that their hearts weren't calm. They were still sad for the death of their comrades.    

    

The sound of the cannonballs gradually lessened. The entire position was very quiet, as if everyone had died. Then, that was not the case.    

    

"Those who are not dead, get up. They are going to charge!" At this moment, a somewhat rough and impatient voice rang out from the silent position.    

    

Then, they looked at each and every one of them. They looked like corpses. Those who did not move were able to get up from the ground. Some of them had just been covered with a thick layer of soil, which was the result of the cannonballs blowing up the mud around them. Some of them had crawled out of the small holes in the fortifications. They had dug these small holes beforehand.    

    

Some of them had even climbed up from the pile of dead people. They were comrades who had died in battle. Blood was dripping on their bodies and their faces looked horrible.    

    

One by one, they stood up and once again lay on the fortifications with guns in their hands. They looked at the enemies in the distance getting closer and closer, even at the most dangerous moment. They did not abandon the guns in their hands. They knew... That was their life, unless they died... Otherwise... Even if they slept at night, they still had to carry it.    

    

"Where's the 1st Battalion Commander and the 1st Battalion Commander? How are your casualties?" The energetic voice came again.    

    

"Reporting to Captain, our battalion commander, our battalion commander, was killed by the Japs' cannonballs just now!" It was a weak voice, but it belonged to a young man who was about 18 or 19 years old. He was also in a sorry state, his face, and his head. His clothes were covered in dirt, and his thighs were still bleeding. He didn't know if it was his or someone else's... When he said that his battalion commander had been killed by the explosion, his eyes couldn't help but tear up. Closing the soil, covering his already dirty face... It became even more flowery.    

    

After Captain heard his words, his body paused and then he said, "Where is your vice-captain?"    

    

"Vice-Platoon Leader Niu is also injured, and is currently bandaging his wounds. Come over immediately." The man continued to answer.    

    

The team nodded. Then, they continued to ask about the situation of the Second and Third Barracks. The situation of each battalion was not very good, as the artillery fire of the Japanese was too fierce. Their fortifications were built in a hurry, and they could not withstand it at all.    

    

However, the order they received was to defend here for 48 hours. Now, the time was far from over. No matter how many casualties they suffered, they had to persist.    

    

The various battalions had already reached their designated positions. All of them were lying on the fortifications and watching the other party slowly approach.    

    

"Uncle Wu, do you think we can defend this place?" At this moment, a seemingly young soldier asked an old soldier beside him with a perturbed expression.    

    

This was the first time this young warrior had gone to the battlefield today. Everyone in his family had been killed by the enemy. He had gone to the battlefield to avenge his family. Because of this, he even lied about his age, and after some simple training... He was sent to the battlefield.    

    

He did not expect his first battle to be so difficult. The enemy had more people than them, and they also had sharp cannons. The sound of the cannonballs flying always scared him.