Courtyard House: Home Alone

As the last Japanese plane was also stored in his spatial storage, the deafening roar in the sky gradually subsided, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the smoke screen and the faint sound of sporadic gunfire coming from the direction of the distant highway—that was Shi Tou and his men clearing out the remaining enemy.

Lin Yifan let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He looked up at the sky, still shrouded in thick smoke, and felt a sense of accomplishment. This meticulously planned "Falcon" operation, so far, was nothing short of perfect.

He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he released his mental energy again to carefully survey the entire airspace and ground. Only after confirming that no one had escaped did he nod in satisfaction.

"Alright, it's time to go check on Zhao Gang and Shi Tou." Lin Yifan muttered to himself, his figure blending back into the surroundings as he sped off towards the highway.

When he arrived at the ambush site, the cleanup work should have been nearing completion. Lin Yifan approached Shi Tou and Zhao Gang, finding them chatting excitedly.

Upon seeing Lin Yifan, the two men immediately bowed and said, "Young Master!"

"How was it? Not bad, right?" Lin Yifan smiled easily as he glanced at the mess on the ground and the lingering smell of gunpowder on his team members.

Zhao Gang, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement, reported loudly, "Young master, that was absolutely exhilarating! Those damn Japanese devils were caught completely off guard! You didn't see it, their colonel captain's face turned green!" As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to describe the intense scene.

"According to the preliminary count, this ambush annihilated more than 430 Japanese special forces members and agents, including that Colonel Yamamoto!"

They seized 22 light and heavy machine guns, 260 submachine guns, 10 sniper rifles, more than 60 rifles, more than 60 pistols, as well as a large amount of ammunition and grenades!

On our side, we lost five brothers and were wounded more than a dozen, but they were all minor injuries, nothing serious!

Stone added, "Young master, just as you predicted, the firepower configuration and defensive positions of these Japanese soldiers are almost exactly the same as the sketch you gave me!"

As per your plan, we first took out their machine gunners and snipers, then disrupted their command, and the rest was just a one-sided mopping-up operation. The communications soldiers were also dealt with; we guarantee not a single Japanese soldier will be able to get any messages out!

His dark face was full of admiration. "If it weren't for your brilliant strategy, young master, setting up such a series of elaborate plans, even if we could win, we would have paid a heavy price!"

Lin Yifan listened to their reports, nodded, his smile unchanged, but his eyes became much deeper: "The brothers who sacrificed their lives must be properly buried, and their families must be taken care of. The wounded brothers must be sent back to the rear for treatment immediately, with the best medicine."

"Yes, young master!" Zhao Gang and Shi Tou responded in unison, their voices filled with sorrow for their fallen comrade and gratitude for Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan's gaze returned to the battlefield, where the team members were methodically collecting weapons and ammunition, moving corpses, and cleaning up traces.

The air was filled with the smells of blood and gunpowder, but even more so with the exhilaration of victory.

He knew that this victory was not only about how many enemies were eliminated and how much material was seized, but more importantly, it dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of the Japanese and greatly boosted the morale of this civilian armed force.

"Did that old bastard Yamamoto say anything before he died?" Lin Yifan suddenly asked.

Zhao Gang thought for a moment and said, "That old Japanese devil was tough. He tried to commit seppuku after being shot, but I blew his head off before he could say anything. However, judging from his reaction, he never understood why we knew their plan and set up this ambush."

Lin Yifan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile: "There are still many things they can't understand."

He paused, then continued, "We can't stay here any longer. We need to clear the battlefield quickly and take all usable supplies with us. Then, we should evacuate swiftly along the planned route and head to the gunpowder factory."

"Understood!" Zhao Gang and Shi Tou responded in unison again, then turned around to direct the team members to speed up the cleanup.

Lin Yifan stood there, watching his team members' busy figures, his mind filled with many thoughts. He didn't linger, turned around and drove towards the city, arriving at the Tang residence in no time.

He knocked on the door and entered the Tang residence. Led by Old Master Zhang, he arrived at the main room, where Old Master Tang and Manager Zhou were waiting. Upon seeing him return, they both stood up immediately, their faces showing anxious yet expectant expressions.

"Xiao Fan, how is it? Is the plan going smoothly?" Old Master Tang spoke first, his voice trembling slightly.

Manager Zhou stared intently at Lin Yifan, his eyes filled with concern. Lin Yifan smiled slightly and gave a brief account of the ambush on Yamamoto's special attack team and the Japanese air squadron.

When they heard that not only had the Japanese special forces and the spies left in Beiping been completely wiped out, but all the invading enemy planes had also been "shot down," Old Master Tang and Manager Zhou were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Amazing! Xiao Fan, this is simply divine intervention!"

Grandpa Tang was so excited that his beard stood on end. He exclaimed repeatedly, "Now, the Japanese devils' arrogance in North China should finally be curbed!"

Shopkeeper Zhou clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Excellent! This is truly gratifying! Xiao Fan, with you and 'Ghost' around, the people of Beiping have hope!"

Lin Yifan waved his hand, his expression returning to a somewhat solemn tone: "Grandpa, Manager Zhou, now is not the time to be happy. Although we have dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese this time, they certainly will not let it go. The days ahead will probably not be peaceful."

Our current focus is on tomorrow's public trial of Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, Kenji Doihara, and others. This trial must be a grand affair, so that all of Beiping, all of China, and even the world can see our determination to punish war criminals.

We must not give the Japanese any chance to turn the tide, nor can we allow those traitors and spies hiding in the shadows to take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, tonight's security work must be foolproof. Every corner of the public trial site must be properly monitored, and no suspicious person can be let go.

I have instructed Stone and his men to immediately dispatch elite forces to the trial site to strengthen security after they have cleared the battlefield.

At the same time, we must closely monitor the movements of the remaining Japanese forces in the city to prevent them from resorting to desperate measures and engaging in any sabotage.

Zhao Gang would lead another group of people to protect the safety of witnesses and related personnel participating in the public trial, ensuring that they could appear in court to testify and expose the crimes of these war criminals to the public.

The process and details of the public trial must be carefully examined to ensure that every step is rigorous and error-free, leaving these war criminals with no way to deny their crimes.

We must make them bow their self-righteous heads in the face of irrefutable evidence and pay the price for their numerous crimes.

This is not only a tribute to our compatriots who perished, but also a declaration to the world that the Chinese people are not to be bullied, and that any aggressor will be brought to justice.