Courtyard House: Home Alone

Meanwhile, five Japanese soldiers who were pursuing them fell one after another as the gunfire rang out. These five were the vanguard soldiers who charged ahead. They didn't even see which direction the bullets came from before they fell to the ground, their blood instantly staining the ground beneath them.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese soldiers behind them all lay down on the ground. The machine gunner quickly set up his Type 11 light machine gun and opened fire on Lin Yifan and his men. Bullets whizzed overhead, hitting the tree trunks nearby and scattering wood chips.

Li Yunlong had just caught the Type 38 rifle tossed to him by Lin Yifan when the other gun had already emptied its five bullets. The four men gaped in astonishment once more. Li Yunlong wiped the sweat from his brow: "Good heavens, there must be four hundred of them! Five shots in three breaths, and every shot was deadly! This... what kind of divine marksmanship is this?!"

A glint flashed in Chu Yunfei's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he took the Type 38 rifle from Li Yunlong, quickly checked the bolt, then knelt on one knee, leaning against a ditch, and steadily aimed.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, and lightly pulled the trigger. With a "bang," a Japanese machine gunner who was adjusting the angle of his machine gun more than 300 meters away fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two more "bangs" rang out, and two more Japanese soldiers who were trying to take over the machine gunner's position were hit in the forehead one after another, and the Type 96 machine gun instantly became silent.

Chu Yunfei's shooting rhythm wasn't as fast as Lin Yifan's, but it was as precise as a textbook shot, with each bullet accurately taking a life.

"Good lad, Chu Yunfei, you've got it!" Li Yunlong watched with great interest and couldn't help but cheer.

Monk Wei was also astonished, scratching his bald head: "Good heavens, Commander Chu's marksmanship is on par with our Political Commissar Zhao!"

At that moment, Lin Yifan's gun fired again, three breaths and five shots in total. Five Japanese soldiers who had just gotten up and were about to charge fell to the ground, the bullets still hitting their vitals with precision.

Li Yunlong was thrilled, and couldn't help but slap his thigh: "Damn! That was awesome! Young man, who taught you your marksmanship? It's simply divine!"

Lin Yifan ignored him, his gaze still fixed ahead. The Japanese soldiers in the distance were stunned by the continuous and precise attacks, lying on the ground, not daring to move easily, only daring to occasionally fire a stray shot.

Lin Yifan quickly loaded the bullets into his gun and raised his rifle again. This time, his target was the grenade launcher team preparing to fire. The two Japanese soldiers were crouching down, adjusting their angle, trying to bombard Li Yunlong and his men.

Lin Yifan's eyes narrowed, and his fingers twitched slightly. Two gunshots rang out almost in a row. The Japanese soldier in front, who was responsible for loading ammunition, fell down clutching his chest. The Japanese soldier behind, who had just reacted and hadn't even had time to make any move, had a bloody flower bloom between his eyebrows and fell straight down next to the grenade launcher.

Li Yunlong stared in disbelief, muttering repeatedly, "Good heavens! Good heavens! These bullets are practically bullets with eyes!"

Monk Wei nodded repeatedly, his face full of admiration: "Young man, your marksmanship is even better than the sharpshooters the storyteller talks about!"

Lin Yifan ignored him and continued emptying the gun. At the same time, he quietly released more than a dozen bullets from the stationary storage compartment.

The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops who chased out of the city watched as the people around them were killed one by one, while they couldn't even see the enemy clearly. They could only lie on the ground like headless flies, firing wildly in front of them.

The bullets struck the open ground and tree trunks aimlessly, kicking up clouds of dust and wood chips, but they couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

They could clearly hear the extremely short but precise gunshots coming from afar; each shot meant that another comrade had been eliminated.

Fear, like vines, quickly coiled around their hearts, leaving them with cold hands and feet and trembling all over. The arrogance they displayed when leaving the city had vanished completely, replaced by a despair that penetrated to their very bones.

They couldn't understand how many people the other side had, or why their marksmanship was so terrifying. They couldn't see anyone, yet they were being precisely targeted one by one.

Several puppet soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they even began to secretly move backward, trying to take advantage of the chaos to escape this land of death.

The Japanese squad leader tried to organize a counterattack, shouting at the top of his lungs and waving his command sword, but found that no one dared to stand up and charge. Even looking up to observe was a luxury.

That invisible enemy was like the Grim Reaper hanging over their heads; every breath could bring a fatal blow.

Suddenly, the Japanese squad leader's shouting stopped abruptly. The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops naturally looked in the direction of the squad leader, only to see that the top of his head had been blown off.

At this point, several puppet soldiers couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring their own lives, they stood up, turned around, and ran. One became two. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight puppet soldiers scattered like startled rabbits, even throwing down their guns.

Seeing this, Li Yunlong spat and said, "Damn it, cowards! Chu Yunfei, how long do you think these little devils can hold out?"

Chu Yunfei put down his gun, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "This man's marksmanship is divine. The Japanese soldiers are already like frightened birds, and it's only a matter of time before they collapse."

We must leave this place as soon as possible to avoid being entangled by a large following of enemies.

Lin Yifan, however, seemed to be still not satisfied. He glanced at the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground trembling, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

With a thought, the remaining bullets in the warehouse flew out again, accurately hitting the Japanese soldiers who were trying to sneakily raise their guns to aim. The last few Japanese soldiers who put up a stubborn resistance also fell in pools of blood.

The battlefield fell silent instantly, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind and the faint distant sounds of gunfire. Li Yunlong and his three companions exchanged bewildered glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes. This child, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, possessed a chillingly decisive and ruthless nature in every gesture.

"Alright, we shouldn't stay here any longer." Lin Yifan put away his gun, dusted himself off, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Li Yunlong quickly followed, chuckling, "Young man, you're truly a master! I, Li Yunlong, am impressed! By the way, may I ask your name?"

Lin Yifan continued walking, saying calmly, "Lin Yifan."

"Lin Yifan? What? You...you're Lin Yifan?" Li Yunlong's mouth dropped open again. "You're from Beiping?"

Lin Yifan stopped and looked at Li Yunlong, saying, "It's the real deal."

"Oh dear! Damn it, you know what... this is like a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, family members not recognizing each other!"

"Headquarters just issued a notice instructing us to keep an eye on your whereabouts. If you are spotted, escort you to headquarters immediately. I was wondering who this powerful figure was that headquarters was paying so much attention to. Oh, it's you! No wonder you're so skilled."