Courtyard House: Home Alone

It took another half hour to clean up the Japanese soldiers on the second floor and also to store the files and documents from the two rooms into the space. These were all very important.

Agents from other factions in Beiping can find clues here, allowing them to use their investigative skills to identify them more effectively.

After clearing out the Japanese soldiers on the second floor, only eight remained at the door. Lin Yifan flashed behind them, and with a thought, eight bullets flew out from the space, instantly piercing their heads.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard and once again unleashed his spiritual power. After surveying the entire courtyard and confirming that there were no more survivors, he breathed a sigh of relief. The entire military law office, from the underground cells to the ground-level courtyard, and then to the two-story building, had been completely wiped out by him, along with all the Japanese soldiers and traitors guarding it.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingling with the mournful wail of the two dusty lanterns at the courtyard gate, as if announcing the end of this sinful place.

He walked to the entrance of the dungeon in the backyard and shouted inside, "Chen Dashan, come out, it's safe outside!" Soon, Chen Dashan led the dozen or so men he had temporarily organized, armed with rifles, and cautiously walked out of the passage.

When they saw the Japanese soldiers lying haphazardly in the courtyard, and the two cold Type 92 heavy machine guns, they were all moved to tears. Many even knelt down and kowtowed heavily in Lin Yifan's direction, saying, "Thank you for saving our lives, young master! Thank you, young master!"

Lin Yifan waved his hand, "Get up, everyone. Although the Japanese here have been temporarily cleared out, there are still many Japanese and traitors in Beiping. The danger has not been completely eliminated."

Now, go and release everyone from the cells and have them assemble in the yard. Hurry, we don't have much time.

"yes!"

Chen Dashan and the others responded in unison, then turned around and rushed into the dungeon.

Lin Yifan walked over to the two Type 92 heavy machine guns and carefully inspected them. The gun bodies were in fairly good condition, and there were still quite a few bullets in the ammunition boxes.

He nodded in satisfaction. These were good things; he'd give them all to Grandpa Tang to keep things in order. He then quickly circled the yard, collecting the rifles, pistols, and bullets scattered on the Japanese soldiers' corpses and storing them in his personal storage space.

Not long after, a commotion of voices came from the dungeon passage. Several figures peeked out cautiously, observing the outside world. Only after seeing the corpses all over the courtyard and Lin Yifan standing guard in the courtyard did they dare to come out one after another.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people poured out, men and women, young and old, all kinds of people. Most of them were dressed in rags, looked pale, and their eyes were filled with fear, confusion, and vigilance, but more than that, they were incredulous at regaining their freedom and a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

Upon seeing the scene in the courtyard, they initially stirred with excitement and exclamations, but gradually quieted down under the reassurance of Zhao Dazhu and others, gathering in a corner of the courtyard.

Chen Dashan walked quickly to Lin Yifan and reported breathlessly, "Sir, everyone in the dungeon has been released. There are 237 people in total, most of them are our compatriots."

There were also dozens of young people who looked like students, who were said to have been arrested for promoting anti-Japanese sentiment.

There were also six foreigners who appeared to have been unpunished; why they were also arrested is unknown.

Lin Yifan frowned slightly. "Foreigners?" He pondered for a moment. "Never mind them for now. Let's go! I'll go say a few words to everyone." After saying that, he went to the group of people who had just been released, having brought Chen Dashan with him.

After looking them over, he changed his voice and said, "Everyone, please be quiet. I know there are Kuomintang agents, Red Party members, and innocent people among you. But none of that matters. What matters is that you are fighting the Japanese. So I, 'Ghost,' will save you."

Because my goal is to kill all the Japanese devils who have come to China, you are now free.

Furthermore, let me tell you, there are no Japanese soldiers openly present in Beiping now. As for how many people they will send to seize Beiping later, that depends on how much blood their damn emperor is willing to shed.

What I mean is, I'll kill anyone he sends.

And most importantly, I warn you, I don't care what party or faction you belong to, if you go against the people of Beiping, then you'd better wash your neck clean as soon as possible. I will not show mercy to anyone.

"Chen Dashan, go open the door and let everyone leave." After saying that, he said to everyone, "Alright! You're free now, so hurry up and leave."

A brief silence fell over the crowd, followed by a burst of suppressed cheers and sobs. People helped each other, their faces a mixture of relief at surviving a disaster and uncertainty about the future, as they began to walk toward the open door.

Some people would stop and bow deeply to Lin Yifan as they passed by, their eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

The foreigners were also mixed in with the crowd, looking at Lin Yifan and everything around him with curiosity and vigilance, before quickly disappearing into the night outside the door.

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Chen Dashan asked with some worry, "Sir, are we just going to let them go like this? Some of them... I think they're not ordinary people, what if..."

Lin Yifan waved his hand, interrupting him: "Don't worry, they just want to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. As for what happens in the future, that's their own path. By the way, why aren't you leaving?"

A resolute look appeared on Chen Dashan's dark face. He puffed out his chest and said in a loud voice, "Sir, we are soldiers of the 29th Army! As long as we have a breath left, we cannot stand by and watch the Japanese devils run rampant on our land! We want to follow you! Kill the Japanese devils! Avenge them!"

The dozen or so men behind him echoed his sentiments, their eyes gleaming with excitement, clearly sharing the same idea as Chen Dashan.

Lin Yifan looked at them, a slight thought stirring in his heart. These men were all veterans of life-or-death trials, harboring a deep-seated hatred for the Japanese invaders; they were true heroes.

If they could be organized, they would undoubtedly be a considerable force.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Good! That's ambitious! However, following me means you could lose your heads at any moment. Are you afraid?"

"We're not afraid!" the crowd roared in unison, their voices echoing through the courtyard. "To kill the Japanese devils and avenge our comrades, even death is worthwhile!"

"Good!" A hint of approval flashed in Lin Yifan's eyes. "In that case, you can stay here and clean up the scene. Collect all usable weapons, ammunition, food, and medicine, especially the documents and files—don't leave a single one out. Once you're done, I'll have someone take you away."