Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

In the dead of night, all was quiet except for the howling of the cold wind. In the church's backyard, Wang Huanbo made final preparations for the battle.

After a day of fierce fighting, only nine men, including Wang Huanbo himself, remained to participate in the assault. However, they were well-equipped, highly motivated, and carried deadly weapons.

"Our target is the Japanese victory celebration banquet at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building." Wang Huanbo spread out a map, combined with Mr. Meng's intelligence, and pointed to the target. "We will split into two groups. The first group, consisting of myself, Old Smoker, and Monkey, will form an artillery team, carrying mortars and special ammunition. Mr. Meng will lead the way, using passes to approach within effective firing range. The second group, led by Shunzi (whose injuries have not yet healed, but who insists on participating in command), will consist of the remaining five men, equipped with all automatic weapons and grenades. They will provide support at the designated withdrawal point and create chaos to attract the enemy's attention."

"Remember, our objective is not a direct assault, but a long-range precision strike! After firing all special missiles, immediately retreat along the predetermined route and rendezvous near Yijiang Gate! Father John, over at the church, the trucks must be repaired and ready. Wait for our signal, and depart immediately!"

"Understood!" the group replied in hushed tones, their eyes resolute.

Wang Huanbo looked at the three Type 94 mortars and the thirty menacing poison gas shells in the wooden crate beside them, and took a deep breath. Using such weapons was against the will of Heaven, but thinking of the 300,000 innocent souls in Nanjing, and the atrocities committed by these executioners, the last vestige of hesitation in his heart vanished. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

The group changed into Japanese military uniforms and, under the cover of night, quietly set off. Mr. Meng was very familiar with the route and, using his pass, passed through several checkpoints without incident. The mortar was disassembled and carried by the team members without arousing much suspicion.

Finally, they arrived at the designated launch site—a second-floor platform of an abandoned factory, about 800 meters from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building. The platform offered a clear view, facilitating observation of the impact point, and also made evacuation easy.

Wang Huanbo quickly assembled the mortar; his [Advanced Firearms Proficiency] skill made him intimately familiar with the weapon. Based on the map, visual estimation, and Mr. Meng's description, he rapidly calculated the firing parameters. Meanwhile, Old Smoker and Monkey nervously retrieved the poison gas grenades from the wooden crate and placed them within easy reach.

The buildings in the distance were brightly lit, and the sounds of music and revelry could be faintly heard. One could imagine that those executioners, whose blood was stained with the blood of the Chinese people, were reveling and making merry inside.

"Load!" Wang Huanbo ordered coldly. Monkey slid the first poison gas shell into the breech.

"put!"

With a muffled thud, the shell ripped through the night sky, carrying the whistle of death as it flew toward its target!

Wang Huanbo watched nervously through his binoculars. The first shell landed in the open space in front of the building, exploding into a cloud of yellowish-green smoke. Several Japanese sentries on guard duty immediately coughed and collapsed to the ground.

"Correction! Add 20 meters!" Wang Huanbo quickly adjusted.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The second, the third, the fourth... the shells seemed to have eyes, landing precisely in the building's courtyard, windows, and even the roof! The violent explosions were masked by the hissing sound of poison gas, and a yellowish-green cloud of death quickly enveloped the entire banquet area!

The revelry inside the building instantly turned into a scene of hellish carnage! The Japanese officers, who were boasting to each other about their "achievements" in massacring the city, were stunned by this sudden blow! The poison gas was everywhere, and those who inhaled it immediately felt as if their respiratory tract and eyes were being burned by fire, coughing violently, vomiting, and their skin ulcerated! They panicked and ran in all directions, but the speed at which the poison gas spread far exceeded their expectations.

Matsui Iwane had just raised his wine glass when he was choked by the poison gas, coughing violently. The glass shattered on the ground, and his obese body curled up in agony, his face contorted with terror and pain. He ultimately suffocated to death in extreme agony. Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, under the desperate cover of his guards, tried to escape through the back door, but after only a few steps, he inhaled a large amount of poison gas, collapsed to the ground, and futilely scratched his throat. This member of the imperial family also ended his sinful life in agony. Tani Hisao, Nakajima Kesago, Yoshizumi Ryosuke… these direct commanders and accomplices of the Nanjing Massacre, one by one, tasted the bitter fruit of their own making at what they thought was the safest victory banquet, perishing in despair and pain! Their deaths were extremely painful and gruesome, a small tribute to the 300,000 innocent souls!

"Well done, Instructor!" the monkey growled excitedly.

"Don't stop! Fire all the shells! Leave none behind!" Wang Huanbo's face was as cold as iron as he continued loading and firing! Ten poison gas shells were all unleashed on that sinful land in just a few minutes!

Inside and outside the building, it was a ghost town. Screams, coughs, and vomiting echoed everywhere, carrying far on the night wind.

"Withdraw!" After firing all the shells, Wang Huanbo did not hesitate. He kicked the mortar over (to prevent it from being captured) and led the artillery crew to quickly withdraw along the original route.

Meanwhile, Shunko's support team also created a huge disturbance at the designated location with grenades and machine guns, attracting the attention of nearby Japanese troops.

Wang Huanbo's group successfully rendezvoused with the support group and, following the predetermined route, made a rapid retreat towards Yijiang Gate. The city was in chaos due to the attack on the command post (which they mistook for the command post) and the gas attack, creating a valuable opportunity for their evacuation.