Courtyard House: Home Alone

Then, he released from his spatial storage three thousand rifles, three hundred light machine guns, one hundred and fifty heavy machine guns, three hundred grenade launchers, one hundred and fifty mortars, fifty boxes of various Western medicines, ten thousand hand grenades, five sets of various bullets and shells, two thousand blankets, five sets of surgical instruments, five radios, and ten thousand catties of grain.

Lin Yifan glanced at the mountain of supplies and dared not release any more. This was already far more than originally promised, and if he released any more, the Red Party might not be able to transport them, and he would have to take them back in the end. However, given the Red Party's nature, they would never allow him to take them back.

After finishing all this, Lin Yifan checked his watch; there was less than half an hour left until ten o'clock. So he went to the earthen mound outside the brick kiln, and with a thought, a deep pit appeared in front of him. He threw Wang Defa, who was imprisoned in the space, into the pit.

Wang Defa, who had been imprisoned for several days, was already on the verge of death. After being thrown into the deep pit, he was buried without any reaction.

The dust gradually subsided, leaving only a slightly raised mound, as if nothing had ever happened there.

Lin Yifan patted the dirt off his hands, his eyes calm and expressionless. He had never felt the slightest pity for a traitor like Wang Defa.

If he weren't still useful, Lin Yifan would have made him disappear the very first time they met. Now that the deal is done and Wang Defa's usefulness has been squeezed dry, there's naturally no need for him to continue existing.

After dealing with Wang Defa, Lin Yifan felt a small weight lifted from his heart. He checked the surroundings again to make sure no traces were left before turning back to the abandoned brick kiln. He lit three bonfires at the entrance of the kiln, sat quietly on the ammunition box, and waited for "Fisherman" and his men to arrive.

Soon, a group of people appeared within Lin Yifan's consciousness range. The leader was the "fisherman". The group consisted of about 180 people, and they were armed with only about 20 long guns and five or six pistols.

The rest carried machetes on their backs, some carried red-tasseled spears, and a few even had only a wood-chopping knife tucked into their waistbands.

The fisherman saw the campfire at the entrance of the cave and quickened his pace, soon arriving at the cave entrance. Seeing Lin Yifan standing there alone, he hurriedly asked, "Where's the stuff?"

Lin Yifan pointed to the brick kiln: "It's all inside, but this time there's a lot more stuff than we promised you. I don't see many of you, so I'm afraid you're not going to have much luck."

"Here! This is the list of supplies for this trip. Take a look for yourself. If you really can't transport them all, I'll arrange for someone to come and take them back." He finished speaking and looked at the "fisherman" with a mocking expression.

The "fisherman" took the list and quickly scanned it by the light of the campfire. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed. It wasn't because he was dissatisfied, but because he was shocked by the numbers on the list.

He suddenly looked up at Lin Yifan, his eyes filled with shock: "You...you guys actually managed to produce so much?"

He originally thought it was already difficult for Lin Yifan to gather the promised quantity, but he didn't expect the other party to more than double it, especially the heavy machine guns and mortars, which were a godsend for their team that was short of guns and ammunition.

Lin Yifan smiled faintly: "What I promised you, I will naturally keep my word. Consider the extra as a gift from us. As for how to transport it, that's your business." His tone was relaxed, as if these weapons and ammunition, enough to arm a brigade, were just ordinary goods.

"The Fisherman" took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and turned to his team members, shouting, "What are you all standing around for! Quick! Inventory everything carefully, and move it with extreme care, especially the shells and medicine—there can be absolutely no mistakes!"

The team members, who had been eager to get started, rushed excitedly into the cave dwelling upon hearing the order. Although most of them were ragged and emaciated, their movements were exceptionally swift.

Some people were responsible for counting the items, some for tying up the guns, and some for carefully carrying the medicine boxes. The entire brick kiln was filled with the rustling sounds of busy work.

The "fisherman" walked up to Lin Yifan and lowered his voice, "Xiao Fan, I'll call you that too, actually...."

We, the Red Party, will remember this kindness. If there is ever any need for our help in the future, as long as it's for fighting the Japanese invaders and eliminating traitors, we will never refuse!

Having experienced countless times of scarcity, he knew all too well what these weapons meant. They not only enhanced their strength, but also gave them the confidence and hope to continue fighting.

Lin Yifan waved his hand: "Call me whatever you want. It's too early to talk about these things now. I hope these things can be put to practical use and kill a few more Japanese devils. That's better than anything else." His gaze swept over the busy figures, but his heart was not much turmoil.

To him, these were just a small part of the mountain of supplies piled up in the space. He could use them to exchange for intelligence and fight the Japanese invaders, so why not?

After about an hour, all the supplies were finally inventoried, and the team members used the ropes and makeshift stretchers they had brought to tie up most of the weapons and ammunition.

The "fisherman" approached Lin Yifan again, his expression solemn: "Brother Lin, everything is ready. There's quite a lot, so we'll move some of it first."

"Rest assured, we will ensure these weapons are used to their fullest potential. Tonight's events will be kept strictly confidential. Future intelligence will be delivered on time."

Lin Yifan nodded: "Yes, I believe you. It's getting late, you should hurry up and leave, lest something unexpected happens."

The "fisherman" responded, gave Lin Yifan a deep look, and then turned to give the order to evacuate. More than 160 people, like ants carrying house, carried, lifted, and shouldered all kinds of weapons, and disappeared silently into the vast night.

About twenty armed men were left behind to guard the supplies that hadn't been moved yet.

Lin Yifan stood there until he could no longer sense their presence, then said goodbye to the remaining staff and turned to leave the brick kiln.

He used his lightness skill to run towards the main road outside. When he reached a road, he released the car and sped off towards Nanluoguxiang.

The following morning, at a meeting held in the Imperial Palace, senior military officials and several veteran cabinet members were discussing the selection of a commander for the North China Expeditionary Army.

The assassinations of two consecutive commanders turned this lucrative position into a hot potato. The bigwigs who originally wanted to place their confidants in this position suddenly became hesitant and indecisive.

Yu Ren sat on his throne, looking at the group of bigwigs below. They all had their heads bowed, their faces solemn. The fierce enthusiasm they used to have for arguing over important military and political matters had vanished, leaving only a suffocating silence.

His eyes, which usually carried a hint of laziness, were now slightly narrowed, his gaze sweeping across the area like a hawk's, taking in every subtle expression on everyone's face.