Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Time is life! Wang Huanbo instantly got into the zone, his brain racing, planning out a list of supplies that needed to be prepared.

Weapons! This is of paramount importance. Instructor Li and his soldiers are equipped with Type 24 rifles and a small number of Mauser C96 pistols; their firepower is weak. It must be strengthened!

He immediately rushed into the inner room and opened a locked camphor wood chest. This was one of his personal belongings brought back from the United States. Inside, besides some technical documents, the most important items were two Colt M1911A1 pistols tightly wrapped in oilcloth and a dozen fully loaded spare magazines! These were the only legal self-defense weapons available to civilians in the United States at the time; he brought them back as a precaution, never expecting they would actually come in handy. He checked that the firearms were in good condition and had ample ammunition. He then used his mind to store the two pistols, all the magazines, and several boxes of .45 ACP pistol ammunition into his system space.

Food and medicine! With Nanjing under siege, supplies within the city are inevitably extremely scarce. The system's spacetime freeze makes it a perfect reserve.

He rushed into the kitchen and opened the cupboards. Rice, flour, oil, salt, sugar, and even a large piece of pork that Sha Zhu had just bought that day, dozens of eggs, some cabbage and radishes… He didn't care anymore, he took it all! He then remembered that there were some canned fruit, canned meat, and milk powder that Lou Zhenhua had sent in the cellar, and he transferred all of that into his spatial dimension as well. Water was also important, so he filled several large buckets with tap water and put them into his spatial dimension.

Medicine! Injuries on the battlefield are commonplace. His family only had some common cold medicine, painkillers, mercurochrome, gauze, etc., far from enough. He immediately thought of the steel mill's medical clinic! As the head of the technical department, he had authority to enter some non-core areas of the factory at night!

I glanced at the time; there were only 25 minutes left! I had to risk going to the factory!

Wang Huanbo quickly put on his coat, opened the door of the west wing, and strode towards the front yard. As he passed the middle yard, he happened to run into Yi Zhonghai, who was coming out to empty his foot-washing water.

"Hey, Section Chief Wang, out so late?" Yi Zhonghai greeted him with a forced smile, his eyes filled with scrutiny. He both hated and feared Wang Huanbo, keeping a close eye on his every move.

Wang Huanbo had no time for pretense and simply nodded coldly, "Yes, there's something urgent at the factory, I need to take care of it." Without stopping, he went straight out of the courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai watched Wang Huanbo's hurried departure, frowning suspiciously. What urgent matter could he possibly have at this hour?

Wang Huanbo arrived at the alley entrance. The light was still on in the small house where the driver, Zhao Hua, lived. He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to disturb Zhao Hua. This journey was top secret and he couldn't tell anyone. He quickly walked out of the alley and luckily encountered a rickshaw still operating.

"Master, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, quick! It's urgent!" Wang Huanbo jumped into the car and urged.

Seeing that the man looked like an official, the driver didn't dare to be negligent and started running. A cold wind blew in his face, but Wang Huanbo's heart burned like fire. He kept checking his watch, calculating the time.

Upon arriving at the steel rolling mill gate, the security officer on duty recognized Wang Huanbo. Although he found it strange that Wang Huanbo was coming to the factory so late, he didn't ask any questions and let him through after registering him. Wang Huanbo went straight to the infirmary next to the factory office building. Fortunately, the doctor on duty that night was a young factory doctor who treated Wang Huanbo, a "favorite in the factory," with great respect.

"Section Chief Wang, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine. I just need some first-aid supplies. There's an important task at the factory tomorrow, just in case," Wang Huanbo casually made up a reason.

"What medicine do you need? I'll write you a prescription."

"No need for a prescription, it's urgent." Wang Huanbo rattled off a string of medicines: sulfonamide powder, hemostatic bandage, triangular bandage, alcohol, iodine, painkiller injection, morphine, scalpel, suture needles and thread... These were all battlefield necessities that his [Intermediate Surgical Proficiency] skill could instantly recall.

The young factory doctor hesitated, "Section Chief Wang, some of these are prescription drugs, and the quantities are quite large, so we need to get the paperwork done..."

Wang Huanbo immediately pulled out his work ID and a large-denomination banknote (old currency), stuffed them into the factory doctor's hand, and said in a serious and urgent tone: "Special circumstances, special handling required! I'll take full responsibility! Hurry! This is a political task!"

The young factory doctor was intimidated by Wang Huanbo's imposing manner and the words "political task," and with the added power of money, he didn't ask any more questions. He quickly opened the medicine cabinet and prepared the medicine according to Wang Huanbo's requirements. Wang Huanbo personally packed the various medicines and instruments quickly and neatly into a medical kit for house calls, while secretly storing most of the medicines directly into his system space, leaving only a small amount in the kit to avoid suspicion.

"Alright, thank you! Don't tell anyone about tonight!" Wang Huanbo picked up the medical kit, gave one last instruction, turned and quickly left the clinic, leaving the young factory doctor standing there in a daze.

Once outside the factory gates, Wang Huanbo hailed another rickshaw to head back. Less than 15 minutes remained! Sitting on the bumpy rickshaw, he closed his eyes and focused intently on checking the supplies in his system space: weapons, ammunition, food, medicine, water… basic survival supplies were almost complete. What else did he need? Tools! Pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers, wire, rope… these could be very useful in certain situations. He remembered having some in the small warehouse in the west wing.

It was almost 7:50 when he returned to the courtyard. Most of the lights in the courtyard were off, with only a few still on. Wang Huanbo tiptoed back to the west wing and locked the door. He rushed into the small storeroom and stored all the tools he could find, a bundle of hemp rope, a roll of wire, and even a fire axe into his storage space.

Finally, he returned to the main room, changed into a dark blue work uniform (similar to a Zhongshan suit, but more practical for movement), and put on sturdy leather shoes. After thinking for a moment, he also put away the notebook of "Detailed Explanation of Elementary Special Metallurgical Processes"—just in case it came in handy, even though the hope was slim.

Three minutes remained. Wang Huanbo stood in the center of the room, taking one last look around his carefully crafted little haven—warm, comfortable, and safe. In a few minutes, he would step into a world filled with death and despair. The stark contrast made his heart clench.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart. Fear wouldn't solve anything; since he couldn't escape, he could only face it! With the skills and spatial resources granted by the system, he had an advantage over anyone else in Nanjing during that era! He not only had to survive and complete his mission, but also... kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible!

"System!" Wang Huanbo commanded in his mind, "Transmigration preparations are complete. May I proceed with the transmigration ahead of schedule?"

[Ding! Time travel countdown: 10 seconds... 9... 8...]

The system began its final countdown. Wang Huanbo clenched his fists, his eyes hardening and sharpening.

【...3...2...1! Initiating dimensional teleportation!】

An irresistible wave of dizziness and darkness engulfed Wang Huanbo's consciousness...