Courtyard House: Home Alone

Lin Yifan first observed the Japanese special forces members and found that, apart from the two sentries outside the warehouse and a five-man patrol, the rest were already fast asleep. Even Miyamoto Ichiro was fast asleep in a small cubicle.

So, with a thought, he first teleported to the small cubicle where Miyamoto was sleeping, and with a reach, he took the still-sleeping Miyamoto Ichiro into his spatial storage. Then, he also took the briefcase that Miyamoto was carrying into his spatial storage.

After doing all that, he teleported to the middle of the special forces members. As soon as he stood still, bullets flew out from the static warehouse, fifteen to twenty rounds per round.

Eight rounds, less than ten breaths in total, and the more than one hundred special agents who were dreaming of making a name for themselves in China had all returned to their aunties in the island nation. For a moment, the entire warehouse was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Next were the sentries outside the door and five patrolling Japanese soldiers. Lin Yifan first teleported to the back of the patrol team, then ran up behind them, and at the same time reached out and put the five Japanese soldiers into his spatial storage.

Finally, he went to the two Japanese sentries at the door and, before they could react, took them into his spatial storage.

After completing all this, Lin Yifan used his mental power to check the entire warehouse again, confirming that all threats had been eliminated. Then, with a thought, he activated teleportation and fled towards the outside of the dock.

Meanwhile, the "Yukikaze" had already docked at the pier and was preparing to unload its cargo.

After leaving the dock, Lin Yifan used all his lightness skill to rush towards the Japanese army's assembly point in the northwest of Tianjin. Along the way, he mentally loaded the fuses of two thousand poison gas bombs as he ran.

Now, these poison gas shells can be thrown manually, and the fuse will be activated, causing the mustard gas inside the shell to be released.

Soon, he arrived at the outskirts of the Japanese temporary camp. He first circled around downwind and found that the Japanese had already cleared the civilians away. That was good, saving Lin Yifan from worrying about innocent people being harmed.

He circled the Japanese garrison and discovered that the Japanese temporary assembly point had expanded considerably, indicating that the 4th Division had also arrived.

After running around the track, he realized that the special smoke with the fuses on might not be enough, so he loaded another 1000 poison gas bombs.

Then he put on a hazmat suit and a gas mask. He started running from left to right, throwing poison gas bombs at the Japanese army camp 800 meters away as he ran.

The density of the gas grenades dropped this time was not too high, about one every twenty meters or so, and they were quickly dropped from left to right.

Tonight, a northwest wind is blowing, with a speed of about 7 meters per second, equivalent to a Force 4 gust of wind. To ensure the effectiveness of these poison gas bombs, Lin Yifan decided to get closer and test them again.

Just as he was about to approach the Japanese camp, gunshots rang out from inside the camp. It turned out that the Japanese soldiers patrolling the camp were the first to smell the strange odor, then felt some difficulty breathing and began to cough violently.

One of the quick-thinking Japanese soldiers immediately realized something was wrong and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Poison gas! It's poison gas! Quick... quick, find gas masks!" At this shout, the Japanese soldiers patrolling nearby immediately fired warning shots, and the entire camp instantly erupted into chaos.

The Japanese soldiers who were sleeping in their tents rushed out like a hornet's nest had been disturbed, in a panic. Some crawled on the ground, while others ran around aimlessly, with loud coughs and chaotic shouts rising and falling.

Lin Yifan watched this scene coldly from the shadows. He knew the real show was just beginning. This first round of poison gas was merely an appetizer, intended to confuse the enemy and expose them in the open.

This time, he approached within 100 meters of the Japanese camp. He increased the density of his throws significantly, almost one gas per five meters, and also shortened the distance to about 500 meters. This resulted in a higher concentration of poison gas and a more precise coverage area.

He moved swiftly around the perimeter of the camp like a ghostly shadow, accurately hurling one poison gas grenade after another into the Japanese army's camp.

After these poison gas bombs landed, the fuses were triggered, emitting a slight hissing sound. The yellowish-green mustard gas quickly spread out, like a venomous snake greedily devouring the surrounding air.

The Japanese regular troops were not equipped with many gas masks; only command posts at the regimental level and above had them for all personnel.

But at this point, who cared whether he was a regimental commander or a divisional commander? So many Japanese soldiers rushed towards the regimental and divisional headquarters, and some even used guns in their fight for the few gas masks they had.

Gunfire erupted suddenly amidst the chaos, bullets whistling through the night sky and striking the tent canvas with dull thuds.

The Japanese soldiers, who had been in a panic just moments before, now turned against each other and started shooting at each other in order to fight over the small gas mask.

A short Japanese soldier had just grabbed a gas mask, but before he could even put it on, a tall Japanese soldier behind him slammed it hard on the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. The soldier screamed and collapsed to the ground. The tall soldier immediately snatched the gas mask away and haphazardly put it on his face.

Many more Japanese soldiers struggled in agony amidst the poison gas. Mustard gas is extremely corrosive; contact with the skin immediately causes redness and blisters, and inhalation feels like being on fire.

Some Japanese soldiers covered their throats with their hands, their faces flushed red, coughing violently, and the phlegm they coughed up even contained traces of blood;

Some rolled on the ground, tearing at their clothes, large red patches appearing on their exposed skin, howling in pain like wild animals.

In the open space in the center of the military camp, the vehicles that were originally neatly parked and the supplies that were piled up have now become "refuges" that the Japanese soldiers are fighting over.

They wandered around like headless flies, trying to find a place free of poisonous gas, unaware that this mustard seed gas was everywhere.

Some Japanese soldiers who hid in tents thought they could isolate themselves from the poison gas, but instead the concentration of the gas was higher in the confined space. Before long, they collapsed in the tents, convulsing and motionless.

Lin Yifan's movements did not pause at all. Like a precise Grim Reaper, he constantly changed positions and threw the poison gas bombs in his hand with uniform density.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any pity. These Japanese devils, who had committed countless atrocities of burning, killing, and looting on Chinese soil, were now only experiencing a fraction of the pain they had inflicted on others.

He could clearly hear all sorts of sounds coming from the military camp: piercing screams, desperate cries, chaotic gunfire, and the hissing sound of poison gas being released. These sounds intertwined, forming a final elegy for the invaders.

He knew this was far from enough. Mustard gas was potent, but its duration was limited, and it posed a relatively small threat to the Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to grab gas masks or were upwind.

He must take advantage of this chaos to inflict greater casualties on the enemy and create favorable conditions for subsequent operations.