Courtyard House: Home Alone

At that moment, images of bullets still in firing mode and delayed grenades in the still warehouse flashed through his mind. These were all deadly weapons, and they could also cause the Japanese to riot while they were in disarray.

Thinking of this, Lin Yifan turned around and ran into the Japanese camp without hesitation. As he ran, he fired bullets from his spatial storage. He knew that if there were more than five Japanese soldiers gathered together, there would definitely be a delayed grenade at their feet.

Even if a Japanese soldier discovered a grenade suddenly appearing at their feet, they wouldn't have time to warn or react. The cold metal casing gleamed eerily in the moonlight, accompanied by the hissing sound of the burning fuse, like a death knell.

Often, the grenade has barely been discovered, or even before one has a chance to open their eyes wide and their mouth wide open, when a deafening explosion will have already occurred.

The flames suddenly blazed, illuminating the terrified and contorted faces of the surrounding Japanese soldiers, making them look like demons from hell. The shockwave, carrying sharp shrapnel, instantly tore the Japanese soldiers in the small area to pieces, and severed limbs, along with blood and gunpowder smoke, scattered like raindrops.

The already chaotic camp was now completely devastated by a series of explosions. Cries, explosions, and gunshots mingled together, creating a scene of utter carnage.

At this moment, Lin Yifan went completely on a killing spree, and every living creature in the temporary assembly point became his target.

His mental power was like the most sophisticated radar, scanning every corner of the assembly point clearly. Whether it was the wounded soldiers shivering in their tents, the officers trying to organize resistance, or the soldiers who were barely clinging to life in the poison gas and still holding onto a sliver of hope, they were all just targets to be eliminated in his eyes.

He no longer bothered to conceal himself, rampaging through the camp like a tiger among sheep. Unarmed, his mental strength became his most lethal weapon.

With a thought, the bullets in the still warehouse seemed to have eyes, accurately shooting at every exposed Japanese soldier.

Those Japanese soldiers who tried to raise their guns to resist often found themselves with a bloody hole between their eyebrows as soon as they raised their guns, falling down with disbelief on their faces.

When he encountered groups of Japanese soldiers, he didn't even bother with bullets. With a single thought, several delayed-action grenades silently appeared at their feet, followed by deafening explosions and flying blood and flesh.

His figure was as fast as a ghost, and he used his teleportation ability to the extreme. He would sometimes appear on the east side of the camp and take out a small group of Japanese soldiers who were trying to break through.

Sometimes it would appear in the west, sending a stubbornly resisting machine gun emplacement and its machine gunner to their doom.

He could clearly "see" the fear in the eyes of those Japanese soldiers, the despair that spread from the depths of their hearts, leaving his cold heart undisturbed, with only the flames of revenge burning fiercely.

The entire temporary assembly point had become his personal slaughterhouse. The once invincible "Imperial Army" was now like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist his absolute strength.

Because Lin Yifan was also wearing a Japanese military uniform and hazmat suit, it wasn't long before the surviving Japanese soldiers discovered in horror that...

One of their own had infiltrated their ranks! This "own person" was frantically slaughtering their fellow countrymen.

A Japanese platoon leader, brandishing his sword, charged forward, yelling, "Baka! Which unit are you from?!"

Lin Yifan didn't even glance at him. With a slight thought, the squad leader's command knife snapped in mid-air. Immediately afterward, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck, his eyes glazed over, and he fell straight down.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were terrified. They finally realized that the person wearing the same military uniform as them was not a friendly force at all, but a vengeful ghost from hell!

They began firing wildly at the "demon," but the bullets disappeared silently into his still warehouse when they got within a meter of Lin Yifan's body.

This incomprehensible and bizarre phenomenon completely shattered the last psychological defenses of the Japanese soldiers. They ceased resisting and scattered in all directions, trampling each other, hoping to escape this nightmarish place.

However, under Lin Yifan's mental power, their every move was exposed.

Lin Yifan strolled through the camp as if taking a leisurely walk, reaping the lives of countless sinners. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the strange smell of mustard gas, making everyone want to vomit.

By this time, the eastern sky was beginning to lighten. He did not stop until he was certain that there was no sign of any living person in the entire assembly point, only the crackling of the flames and the howling of the wind through the tents.

The remaining Japanese soldiers had long since fled far away. Lin Yifan first circled the temporary assembly point and collected the Japanese soldiers' collar insignia.

Then, retreating to a small hill upwind, he removed his gas mask, which was blackened by gunpowder, revealing a face covered in dust but still resolute. His eyes coldly swept over the ravaged battlefield, as if admiring a victory painting that belonged to him.

He took a deep breath of the slightly cool air, which, besides the smoke and blood, seemed to retain a trace of the crispness unique to the pre-dawn air.

In the distance, a few sporadic gunshots could be faintly heard. They were probably the Japanese soldiers who had managed to escape accidentally firing in their panic, or encountering some other situation, but that was no longer relevant to him.

His mission was to eliminate as many Japanese soldiers as possible, and now, that goal had been achieved. Lin Yifan retrieved a handful of spiritual spring water from his spatial storage and drank it down.

The spring water slid down my throat, and a cool sensation instantly dispelled the fatigue of the night, restoring most of my mental energy.

He looked up at the sky. Dawn had arrived, and a new day had begun. But for those Japanese soldiers who had turned into scorched earth and corpses at the assembly point, their dream of the "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere" had been completely shattered with this bloody dawn.

After resting for a while, Lin Yifan put on his hazmat suit and gas mask and rushed into the temporary assembly point again. In the chaotic battle just now, the Japanese soldiers who escaped only took some light weapons. There were still a lot of heavy weapons and vehicles inside. The artillery regiment of the 1st Division alone would make many people envious.

Besides, there was a whole ship full of shells waiting for him at Tanggu Wharf. He had just walked around a bombed military vehicle when he heard a crisp "crack" under his feet. Looking down, he saw half of the handguard of a commander's sword broken off.

Almost simultaneously, a strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of cheap liquor assaulted his senses. Lin Yifan abruptly turned to the side, a flash of cold light grazing his hazmat suit before striking the steel plate of the armored vehicle beside him, sending sparks flying.