Courtyard House: Home Alone

The night was as dark as ink, and Lin Yifan silently crept to the vicinity of the "fake public trial location".

This is an open space. According to the plan, the temporary courtroom is taking shape. A few dim lanterns hang on the simple wooden frame, swaying gently in the night breeze and casting dappled light and shadow.

The open space in front of the judge's bench was filled with scarecrows dressed in various colors.

Lin Yifan did not approach, but instead chose to lie in ambush on a high earthen slope in the distance, his sharp eyes scanning the entire area like those of a hawk.

He wanted to personally check every detail here to ensure that tomorrow's "play" would be realistic and that the Japanese soldiers would willingly step into the trap.

He noticed that the team members responsible for guarding this area were extremely well hidden; if it weren't for his mental abilities, it would have been almost impossible to spot them with his eyes alone. This made him nod slightly; the people trained by Stone were indeed quite disciplined.

"At eight o'clock this morning, Zhao Gang will arrive on time from the east road with the 'prison van'."

Lin Yifan silently rehearsed the entire process in his mind: "The Japanese special forces and spies are responsible for intercepting the prison vans, while the Japanese bombers and fighter jets should arrive around 8:30. Their targets will be the trial site and the people from all walks of life who have come to observe the proceedings."

Thinking of this, he looked up at the deep night sky, as if he could already see the enemy planes roaring in. "And I," a resolute glint flashed in Lin Yifan's eyes, "will give them an unforgettable 'surprise' when they enter their optimal attack position."

He checked the surroundings again to make sure there was nothing unusual before slowly getting up and moving towards the next target location—the pre-designated anti-aircraft attack position—like a shadow blending into the night.

That place will be the stage where he can show his skills today, and also the graveyard where the Japanese air force will be buried.

Soon, the first light of dawn appeared in the east, and it was 6:30. The alarm in Lin Yifan's mind sounded again. He checked with his mind and found that it was the alarm for Japanese planes to take off. The distance from Fengtian to Beiping was less than 400 kilometers.

The Japanese bombers are currently flying at a speed of approximately 230 kilometers per hour. Your Japanese bombers should arrive around 8:15 AM. It's time to set off smoke.

Lin Yifan took out a signal gun from his spatial storage and fired two shots into the sky. Two red signal flares rose into the air.

Upon seeing the signal flare, the personnel Shi Tou had arranged to light the fires around the site immediately sprang into action, igniting their respective bundles of damp firewood. Soon after, thick smoke billowed from a radius of five kilometers around the site.

This thick smoke was not ordinary smoke; it was dense and sticky, and spread rapidly in the breeze, enveloping the entire "sham trial site" in a hazy gray smoke curtain.

From the air, the area appears to be covered by a thick veil, with visibility dropping sharply.

The reason Lin Yifan chose to use wet firewood to make smoke is because he valued its characteristics of dense smoke, long duration, and resistance to dissipation.

This not only interfered with the Japanese pilots' vision, making it difficult for them to accurately lock onto their targets, but also put psychological pressure on them, making them feel confused and uneasy in the unfamiliar smoke screen.

Lin Yifan stood on a high ground not far away, watching the billowing smoke with satisfaction. He knew this was just the first step. Next, he would have to watch Zhao Gang's "performance."

He raised his hand to look at his pocket watch; the hour hand was pointing to 7:50, and the time for Zhao Gang to arrive with the "prison cart" was getting closer and closer.

The tension in the air grew stronger and stronger, as if even the wind held its breath, waiting for that moment to arrive.

Meanwhile, the Japanese special forces and spies who were lying in wait seemed to sense the strangeness in the air and became more vigilant. Many of them began to frequently observe their surroundings, their fingers tightly gripping the triggers, ready to deal with any sudden situation.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already become someone else's prey, and were slowly walking towards the abyss of death.

Time ticked by, and finally, the clock struck 8:25. The roar of a car engine came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

Colonel Yamamoto, the special forces captain lying in ambush a little over a hundred meters from the road, instructed his team members beside him: "Pass down the order, tell everyone to prepare. Protect His Highness the Prince at all costs. Kill everyone else without mercy. Let the Chinese know the consequences of offending the Imperial Family!"

His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared intently at the end of the road.

Soon, two prison vans, escorted by several "escort vehicles," slowly came into view. Zhao Gang sat in the driver's seat, his face solemn. Following Lin Yifan's instructions, he deliberately slowed down the vehicle, pretending to be cautious.

"They're here!" Colonel Yamamoto barked, raising his right hand. The surrounding Japanese agents immediately perked up, gripping their weapons and aiming at the convoy.

However, just as the convoy was about to enter the ambush zone, a sudden change occurred! The convoy braked sharply, and with a series of loud "bangs," the side panels of the vehicles opened one after another, revealing heavy machine guns roaring as they aimed at the sides of the road.

At the same time, bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from the woods on both sides of the road! "Rat-a-tat-tat!" "Bang bang bang!" The terrifying sound of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun tearing through linen broke the silence first, and bullets rained down on the Japanese ambush positions.

At the same time, dozens of grenades, whistling, landed precisely in the Japanese soldiers' bunkers, exploding into bursts of fire and smoke.

"Damn it! We've fallen for their trap!" Colonel Yamamoto's expression changed drastically. He never expected that his carefully planned ambush would turn into someone else's hunt!

Shi Tou led his team out of the pre-arranged position like tigers descending a mountain. Their weapons spat fire, and each of them memorized the sketch drawn by Lin Yifan, launching a fierce attack on the marked firing points and sniper positions.

The Japanese machine gunners and snipers who were originally hiding behind the crooked tree and next to the big blue stone were riddled with holes by the dense firepower before they could even react.

Just as the assistant gunner and ammunition handler were about to reinforce, they were blown to pieces by a whistling grenade.

"Shoot out the communications soldier! Don't let them send signals!" Stone roared as he fired.

Several team members immediately turned their guns and opened fire on the Japanese communications soldiers who were carrying radios and frantically trying to send messages.

The bullets pierced their bodies, and the radio was destroyed.

Colonel Yamamoto watched his men fall like wheat being harvested, his heart filled with despair and rage. He tried to organize a counterattack, but Ishida and his men's firepower was too fierce, and they knew their positions perfectly; every counterattack was ruthlessly suppressed.