The division commander stared in disbelief and said to Captain Qin, who was standing to the side.

"Does Comrade Lin have no space limitations? How can he fit everything in there? Won't so much soil weigh down if you put it in his space?"

Team Leader Qin shook his head. "Isn't it amazing? Her space has no height, no size, no weight, and there's no limit to the number of things."

"We went on many missions and brought back a lot of things, including the blueprints for that tank, which were brought back by Comrade Lin."

The division commander was surprised. "It's fortunate that Comrade Lin handed over the space. Such things should be kept in the hands of patriots."

"Yes, having Comrade Lin is a blessing for China."

Team Leader Qin said with a proud look on his face.

It seemed as if Lin Chuchu had returned to her days in the Eagle Country. After planting and detonating the explosives, it was Lin Chuchu's job to finish.

However, unlike in the Eagle Kingdom, this time they had the country's support and many people helping them. Lin Chuchu only needed to collect the debris, and even the broken stones were gathered together by others.

The mountain road was expanded to both sides, and local materials were used to level the road surface.

Soon, a road appeared before them.

Just as they were widening the mountain road toward a village, a group of people suddenly rushed out; these people were all villagers.

Although they were only carrying hoes and sickles, they all looked fierce and menacing, and Lin Chuchu always felt that these people had seen real blood.

This feeling was particularly strong. Lin Chuchu looked at Captain Qin next to her and saw that Captain Qin was also frowning and looking at the villagers.

"Why are you soldiers causing trouble around our village?"

A battalion commander stepped forward and said, "Fellow villagers, we are not here to cause trouble. We are here to repair the road. Once the road is repaired, it will be more convenient for you to go to the city."

The village chief shook his head. "No need. Our ancestors are buried in these mountains around here. You should leave now."

"Yes, yes, let's go quickly, or we'll beat them up."

"I'd like to see if you soldiers dare to lay a hand on us."

The villagers shouted wildly, brandishing their hoes, trying to drive the soldiers away.

Due to discipline, the soldiers dared not take action.

They could only passively retreat, and just then, Captain Qin stepped forward.

"Fellow villagers, where is the cemetery in your village? We can make way for that place. Of course, if you are willing, we can help you relocate the graves."

Upon hearing this, the village chief's expression immediately changed, and he shouted anxiously.

"No, we must not move the ancestral graves in our village. We consulted a master, and moving them would affect the feng shui of our village. We absolutely cannot move the graves."

"Yes, yes, let's hurry up and go, we're not building roads."

The villagers' refusal was too obvious; there must be some hidden secret behind it. Team Leader Qin had no choice but to agree for now, and the car slowly drove away from the villagers' sight.

The battalion commander said, "Captain Qin, are we just going to give up like this? We've dealt with the villagers in this village before, but they've never been this aggressive."

He muttered to himself, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Team Leader Qin laughed and said, "Of course we won't give up so easily. Tonight, we'll sneak into their graveyard and see what's there."

They retreated to a very far place and began blasting the surrounding mountains.

The sound reached the village, and a person hurriedly arrived at the village chief's house.

"Village chief, it seems they've given up. The road construction site is now very far from here."

The village chief tapped his pipe, a slow smile playing on his lips. He knew that the Chinese soldiers wouldn't make things difficult for the people.

"Have people be on high alert recently, and if anything unusual happens, get those things out of the way immediately."

"Yes, village chief."

They waited until nightfall before the group of five secretly went to the village cemetery.

At this very moment, there are two people guarding the area.

"Isn't this just making a fuss in the middle of the night? I'm so sleepy. The village chief is making a big fuss over nothing."

"Don't talk nonsense. The village chief is being cautious, and he's doing it for our own good. If those things are discovered, we'll all die 800 times over."

"Is it really that exaggerated? Nothing's happened all these years, hasn't it?"

"That's because those things are still in the research stage. When they are officially put into use, I'm afraid the first ones who won't let us off the hook will be those border guards."

When this topic was brought up, the two of them quickly fell silent.

The five people in the shadows overheard the conversation, but they didn't know what they were saying. However, it certainly wasn't anything good for China.

Are these people actually Chinese villagers? Or are they from other countries?

The warriors in the shadows harbored this question in their hearts, but could not find the answer for the time being.

They could only wait quietly. At midnight, two more people came over, seemingly to hand over their shift.

While the four were talking, the two quietly slipped into the graveyard. Although it was a graveyard, the weeds were so tall that no one had cleared them, and the graves were no longer visible.

However, this also made it easier for the two of them to move around.

The two searched carefully and finally found something unusual in one place.

I don't know where we stumbled upon some mechanism, but a tunnel entrance appeared before us.

The two entered the cave, and the entrance door slammed shut behind them.

It was dark, not black, with oil lamps hanging on both sides, but it looked somewhat gloomy and felt chilly.

The two exchanged a glance but said nothing, continuing to walk through the dark passage.

I don't know when this place was dug through; it's clearly not something that could have been completed in a year or two.

As they walked, a room suddenly appeared inside. The room contained bedding and other daily necessities. The two of them glanced at it briefly and did not search it further.

Then, they went further inside and soon found an even larger room, which contained a lot of experimental equipment.

Against one wall, there is a glass enclosure. If you look closely, you can see that there are not just one layer of glass, but several layers. There are also several glass doors, each with a lock.

Inside the glass case were objects that looked like cannonballs. When a soldier saw a familiar skull symbol, he pointed at the skull.

"Is this a place that researches poison gas?"

The soldier desperately wanted to hear a negative answer, but the person next to him looked serious, so he had to nod.

"I'm afraid it's true; it looks like a new type of poison gas."

"These people are absolutely despicable. They're all Chinese, do they want to repeat that horrific history?"

The soldier's fists were clenched. If those villagers were in front of him, he would beat them so badly that they wouldn't even recognize their own parents.

As Chinese people, we deeply abhor poison gas. Should we, as former victims, turn around and become perpetrators?

Another soldier shook his head. "It's not time to draw conclusions yet. Let's continue our investigation."