116: Chapter 116 Other Transmigrators!

In a single night, Mo Yufei cleared out all available supplies from the entire peripheral battlefield.

As dawn broke, morning mist shrouded the trenches.

In the open space behind the main defensive position on North Mountain, following a slight spatial tremor, a mountain of supplies suddenly appeared with a boom.

Stacks of rifles, piles of light and heavy machine guns, crates upon crates of ammunition and grenades, overwhelming amounts of military rations, and whole boxes and cabinets of medical supplies were densely piled into a terrifying mountain of supplies.

At this moment, the entire position fell into dead silence.

The sentries on duty froze in place, the patrolling soldiers' pupils constricted, and the wounded and soldiers rotating down from the front line all stared blankly at the massive amount of supplies that had appeared out of thin air.

There were no convoys, no transport troops, no supply trails, and no signs whatsoever.

They simply appeared out of thin air, emerging from nowhere.

Zhao Hongyue and Chen Zhenbang from the command post rushed over upon hearing the news; standing before the mountain of supplies, they trembled all over, their minds deeply shaken.

They had fought wars for half their lives and had never seen such an inconceivable sight.

With supply lines from the rear cut off and the front line surrounded on all sides, the entire Xinkou battlefield was experiencing an extreme shortage of supplies.

Yet, overnight, the position had gained a massive amount of military equipment and provisions out of thin air, enough to support the entire army in further fighting for several days.

Without needing to think, everyone in the entire army instantly locked onto the only answer: Mo Yufei.

Other than an immortal's 'Sleeve of Heaven and Earth,' which could contain all things, hide thousands of troops, and transport objects through space, no other logic could explain it.

"It really is immortal magic... It really is the 'Sleeve of Heaven and Earth'!" Chen Zhenbang's voice trembled, his eyes full of reverence.

Zhao Hongyue clenched his fists tightly, watching Mo Yufei, who stood calmly before the mountain of supplies, and the last shred of doubt in his heart completely vanished.

From saving the situation in desperate straits, resisting artillery fire with his physical body, and repeatedly turning the tide in miraculous ways, to now transporting a mountain of supplies out of thin air.

Everyone was completely convinced: Mo Yufei was an immortal descended to earth.

In an instant, the morale of the entire army exploded and soared.

The fire that had already been ignited in their eyes seemed to truly burst into flames at this moment.

With an immortal guarding North Mountain, the Japanese Invaders would certainly not be able to take a single step across the line!

The soldiers were filled with fanatical reverence, everyone praised the immortal's name, and the morale of the position was at an unprecedented high.

Our battle situation had completely reversed; from before, where we fought with fewer resources and grew poorer with each expenditure, it had turned into fighting with increasing wealth and growing stronger with each battle.

As long as there were leftovers on the battlefield, Mo Yufei could collect and bring them all back, providing a safety net forever, and forever keeping the lifeblood flowing.

Facing the worship of the entire army and their tacit acceptance of his immortal identity, Mo Yufei remained silent and did not deny it.

Actually, amidst the shock of the masses, he had originally intended to explain that he was not an immortal, but a scavenger of the heavens from another world.

But a system prompt made him dismiss this thought.

[System Prompt: Life energy obtained from killing can upgrade the personal secret realm, and forcibly open a passage in this world to return home.]

With just a few short lines of prompts, Mo Yufei instantly suppressed the thought of confessing.

The identity of an immortal was the best protective camouflage.

Hiding his trump cards, accumulating energy through the great war, upgrading his secret realm, and strengthening himself—this was the foundation for him to gain a foothold in this chaotic world.

He calmly accepted the reverence of the entire army, letting the name of the immortal take deep root in the position.

And no one expected that.

Just as the morale of the North Mountain position was greatly boosted and the immortal's name resounded across the front line, a transfer order was quietly issued by the high-ranking Nationalist Army officials in Jinling, a thousand miles away.

A senior special commissioner was ordered to immediately rush to the Xinkou front line, enter the North Mountain position to supervise the battle, verify military achievements, and coordinate front-line supply distribution.

The person coming was Commander Shi Haidong.

No one knew that Commander Shi Haidong was not an ordinary high-ranking Nationalist officer, nor was he an ordinary scion of a noble family or a trained military officer.

He was a transmigrator from the modern era.

He possessed the [Prestige System].

Having transmigrated to this war-torn era, he had risen through the ranks over several years thanks to the system.

The system rules were simple and straightforward: accumulate reputation, obtain points; points could be used to infinitely exchange for essential supplies in chaotic times, standard weapons, heavy firepower equipment, and even modern elite combat squads, special operations equipment, and tactical support.

In the eyes of the high-ranking officials in Nanjing, Commander Shi Haidong had forward-thinking ideas, unique vision, innovative methods of leading troops, and frequently offered strategies; he was a rare talent who deeply enjoyed the trust and appreciation of the headquarters.

Only Commander Shi Haidong himself knew.

All his achievements, abilities, and vision came entirely from system exchanges and the foresight of a transmigrator.

The higher his reputation, the higher his official position, and the greater the recognition from the world, the faster his system points would increase.

And points were the strongest backing in this chaotic world.

He could exchange for firearms, ammunition, food supplies, and could exchange for binoculars, communication equipment, and sniper rifles that were ahead of their time; he could even, once enough points were saved, directly exchange for a special operations squad fully equipped with modern gear to be under his absolute command.

Originally, he had been lurking in the Nanjing headquarters, relying on offering strategies, performing meritorious deeds, and farming reputation from high-ranking officials to develop steadily.

Until the front-line battle reports were sent back to Jinling.

The battle situation at the Xinkou North Mountain position had undergone a strange reversal.

In desperate straits, their combat power had soared, supplies were endless, casualties had dropped significantly, and they had stubbornly held off the fierce attacks of the Sakata Regiment.

All battle reports ultimately pointed to the same person, a strange man with heaven-defying combat power whose true background no one could see through.

When he saw the intelligence that stated "military equipment was replenished out of thin air, supplies were inexhaustible, and they were undefeated in desperate straits," Commander Shi Haidong, as a transmigrator, instantly and keenly captured the anomaly.

In this era, it was impossible for such unreasonable battlefield miracles to occur.

Being the same kind of anomaly, he immediately concluded that the other party, like himself, possessed an extraordinary cheat.

A single native chaotic world could not simultaneously accommodate the rise of two heaven-defying anomalies.

Mo Yufei's personal combat power was unmatched, he grew stronger with each fight, and he was deeply trusted by the army; if he continued to fight, his reputation would crush all other generals and even shake the future trend of the war.

To Commander Shi Haidong, this was not a comrade-in-arms, but a huge threat and also a huge opportunity.

If he could control this person, devour the other's opportunities, or eliminate the other party, he would monopolize all the momentum of the chaotic world.

It just so happened that the high-ranking officials in Nanjing wanted to send someone to the front line to verify the miraculous military achievements and coordinate the positions, so Commander Shi Haidong volunteered and successfully obtained the status of special commissioner.

Empowered with authorization from the central government, he arrived at Xinkou North Mountain with supreme authority to supervise the entire army, verify military achievements, and coordinate supplies.

He wanted to come and see with his own eyes what kind of trump card this "immortal" had, who had suppressed the entire front-line battle situation into an anomaly and stolen all the limelight.

At the same time, calculations had already quietly sprouted in his heart.

The Prestige System required fame, required achievements, and required to be the focus of the world's attention.

Now, Mo Yufei, to whom the entire army was devoted and whose name as an immortal filled the positions, was the best stepping stone for him to farm massive reputation and climb his way up.

At this moment, on the North Mountain position, everyone was immersed in the wild joy of the turnaround and reverence for Mo Yufei.

Mo Yufei remained completely unguarded, having no idea that a peer-level opponent who knew about cheats, knew about transmigrators, possessed a built-in exchange system, and held the authority to suppress the position, was already rushing to his battlefield.

A dark game between anomalies, a silent slaughter between transmigrators, had already descended upon Xinkou.

The storm in the shadows had only just begun to brew.