Courtyard House: Home Alone

Next, we need to consider expanding our gains. Since the Japanese can't contact the airport, they'll definitely send reinforcements. The Japanese garrison near Beiping only has a little over 8,000 troops (in the army), and we've already wiped out more than 3,000 of them.

The total force is currently 5,000 men. In addition, the Japanese will definitely be sent to the western suburbs as well. Therefore, the number of troops they can send to Nanyuan should not be large, at most one or two companies. This will be a good opportunity for me to see the Japanese army's field combat capabilities.

So he turned and ran towards Beiping. After running for more than three kilometers, he found a flat area, with the highway from the airport to Beiping running right through the middle of it. Indeed, if a battle broke out here, the Japanese wouldn't even have anywhere to hide.

He stopped and dug several bunkers about 150 meters apart on both sides of the road. Then he dug several more bunkers about 400 meters away from the road. The distance between the bunkers was about 150 to 200 meters.

After digging the bunker, he entered the space from the bunker near the roadside. After a quick wash, he started eating, unsure whether it was breakfast or lunch.

Anyway, I'll just eat when I'm hungry. Last night, I seized a lot of rice and meat from the warehouses at the two airports. The amount I seized from the space alone is probably enough to feed me for decades.

Meanwhile, in a cave dwelling in the Northwest, Mr. Wu was looking at a piece of intelligence that had just been delivered. He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Good! Well done!" Then he stood up, turned around, and walked out of the cave dwelling.

Arriving at another cave dwelling a few rooms away, he knocked on the door: "Commander-in-Chief Wang, come out quickly! We're going to Comrade Desheng's place; I have good news for you!"

Commander-in-Chief Wang opened the door upon hearing the commotion and saw Mr. Wu's beaming face. Curious, he asked, "Mr. Wu, what brings you such joy? Has good news arrived from the front?" Mr. Wu smiled and handed him the intelligence report: "Take a look for yourself! The Japanese consulate in Beiping has been attacked, and several important figures from the Japanese North China garrison and the puppet government have been assassinated!"

Commander-in-Chief Wang took the intelligence and quickly scanned it. The more he read, the more delighted he became. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent! Absolutely excellent! Who did this? Such a grand operation, wiping out the Japanese stronghold in Beiping in one fell swoop!"

Mr. Wu shook his head and said, "The intelligence didn't say anything, only that it was done by unidentified armed personnel. But whoever it was, it's a heavy blow to the Japanese!"

"Let's go find Comrade Desheng now and tell him this good news, so that all the comrades can be happy! Let the little devils know that we Chinese are not to be trifled with!"

"That's exactly what I meant!"

Mr. Wu said, "That's why I rushed here to find Comrade Desheng. We need to verify the information as soon as possible and then spread this exciting news through our channels! Let's go, let's go now!"

The two walked briskly toward Comrade Desheng's cave dwelling, their steps light, as if the fatigue and gloom of the past few days had been dispelled overnight.

At that moment, on the highway leading from Beiping to Nanyuan Airport, Lin Yifan had just finished his "brunch".

Then, he loaded the bullets into the twenty Springfield sniper rifles he had captured in his spatial storage, just in case. He also collected a hundred delayed-action grenades. It was better to return these things captured from the Japanese to them; he wanted to let the Japanese know the value of these bullets and grenades.

Two hours passed before Lin Yifan noticed that two three-wheeled motorcycles and four trucks had arrived from the direction of Beiping around 11 o'clock. Judging from the number of people, it seemed to be a company.

Motorcycles and trucks, each mounted with machine guns, sped toward Nanyuan Airport, kicking up clouds of dust along the way.

Lin Yifan's eyes narrowed. Here it comes! This time, he was prepared to give the Japanese a big beating and draw their attention away from the enemy.

He quickly checked his equipment and set up a fully loaded Springfield sniper rifle in a bunker 150 meters to the left of the road, aiming the muzzle steadily at the center of the road.

The others are all in his space; they can appear in his hand with a thought, allowing him to switch locations at any time.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. This was his first time launching a surprise attack on a Japanese field unit. Although the enemy only had one company, they were equipped with machine guns, and their firepower was not to be underestimated. He had to make good use of the terrain and his own advantages to fight a brilliant annihilation battle.

The Japanese convoy drew closer, and the roar of engines and the clatter of trucks on the dirt road were clearly audible.

Through the scope of his sniper rifle, Lin Yifan could clearly see the Japanese soldiers sitting in the truck bed. Most of them looked relaxed and seemed unaware of their impending death. Perhaps they were still wondering why Nanyuan Airport had suddenly lost contact.

Just as the first three-wheeled motorcycle was about to enter the center of his pre-set ambush zone, a cold glint flashed in Lin Yifan's eyes, and he pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot shattered the silence of the open field. The bullet, like a cheetah released from its barrel, struck precisely the machine gunner in the passenger seat of the first motorcycle.

The Japanese soldier didn't even utter a sound before his head exploded like a smashed watermelon, splattering blood and brain matter all over the face of the soldier driving the motorcycle.

"Enemy attack!" the Japanese soldier driving the motorcycle shouted in terror and slammed on the brakes.

However, it was all too late.

Without pausing, Lin Yifan slightly moved the muzzle of his gun and fired another shot. This time, the target was the driver.

"Bang!"

The second gunshot rang out, and the driver fell to the ground. The three-wheeled motorcycle lost control, wobbled off the road, and crashed into a dirt slope by the roadside before coming to a stop.

Upon seeing this, the second three-wheeled motorcycle and four trucks that were following behind immediately stopped. The Japanese soldiers in the trucks jumped off in a panic, sought cover, set up machine guns, and fired wildly in the general direction of the gunfire.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunfire erupted on the highway, bullets raining down on the earthen slopes surrounding Lin Yifan's bunker, kicking up clouds of dust.

Lin Yifan lay prone in his bunker, completely oblivious to the stray bullets outside. His mental energy was constantly locked onto every Japanese soldier on the road; their positions, movements, and even the terrified expressions on their faces were all clearly perceived by him.

He did not rush to open fire, but patiently waited for the best opportunity. He knew that the Japanese army had just been attacked and was at its most vigilant and confused, with the most concentrated firepower.

Sure enough, after firing for a while and seeing no return fire, the Japanese firepower gradually thinned out. Several daring Japanese soldiers began cautiously peeking out, trying to locate the sniper's position.

It's now!

Lin Yifan seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"