Courtyard House: Home Alone

"This is it."

With a thought, Lin Yifan instantly appeared beside the sentry. The Japanese sentry didn't even have time to widen his eyes in astonishment and utter an ambiguous "uh" before Lin Yifan's hand was already on his shoulder, and he was imprisoned in his spatial dimension.

Lin Yifan took over the machine gun nest. He didn't use the machine gun immediately, but instead used the height and distance of the watchtower to carefully observe the activity within the camp once more.

After confirming that he had not attracted attention, he picked up the captured rifle, disguised himself as a sentry, and vigilantly observed the outside world. At the same time, he focused his mental energy once again, sensing everything around him, waiting for the best time to make his move.

Night fell, like a giant black cloth, slowly enveloping the entire military camp. A new storm was quietly brewing beneath the seemingly calm night.

Tonight is destined to be another bloody night. His goal is not only to annihilate this regiment, but also to completely destroy the Japanese forces in Beiping and tear open a crack of hope for this suffering city.

The colonel commander of this regiment was killed by Lin Yifan during the last consulate operation, and the deputy commander, Hiroshi Ikeda, is currently acting as the regimental commander.

At this moment, Ikeda Hiroshi, the deputy commander who had been under Lin Yifan's attention for a long time, picked up the ringing phone. Lin Yifan focused his mental energy and listened carefully to their conversation.

It turned out to be a telegram from the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, ordering the regiment to split into two early the next morning and head to Xiyuan and Nanyuan airports to take charge of the temporary guard duties at the airports.

Meanwhile, another regiment in the eastern suburbs will enter Beiping early tomorrow morning to strengthen the city's defenses.

It seems that these operations have been quite effective. I wonder how many Japanese soldiers we can kill tonight. I wonder what will happen when the Japanese realize that there are no soldiers left to defend Beiping. A sinister smile appeared on Lin Yifan's face, completely out of character for his age.

Hiroshi Ikeda put down the phone, a serious look on his face.

He instructed the communications soldier beside him: "Pass down the order to all battalions and companies to increase vigilance tonight and assemble at four o'clock tomorrow morning to prepare for departure!"

The communications soldier obeyed and left. Hiroshi Ikeda paced back and forth in the tent that was temporarily serving as the company headquarters, his brow furrowed.

He felt uneasy. The guards at Nanyuan Airport originally belonged to their regiment, and the complete annihilation of those guards left him with only 2,800 men at his disposal.

Now we have to guard two airports, which doesn't give us much of an advantage over the original guard force. Although we can strengthen our defenses, the fear of the unknown still lingers in our minds.

Unbeknownst to him, the source of his fear was lurking within his own camp, like the most skilled hunter, already locking onto his and his entire regiment's fate.

Lin Yifan overheard everything from inside the guard tower, and sneered inwardly, "Trying to leave? Too late! Now that you're in China, you don't need to cause any more trouble. Perfect, I'll take you all down tonight!"

His eyes grew colder and colder. It seemed that tonight's mission would be no easy task. He would make sure that none of the Japanese soldiers, whether from here or in the eastern suburbs, left the camp alive.

He began to quickly plan his next move in his mind. First, he had to take everything from the armory and the supply depot, and then he had to eliminate all the Japanese soldiers as quickly as possible.

Next, we need to rush to the eastern suburbs, which are more than 20 kilometers away. There are probably more Japanese soldiers there than here. Let's see. Anyway, we'll try to clear them all out before dawn.

I glanced at my watch; it was already 8 PM. Even with the risk of exposure, I couldn't wait any longer, or it would really be too late.

So, Lin Yifan first teleported behind Ikeda Hiroshi and snapped his neck. Then, he moved through the regimental command post at top speed, quickly sending all the Japanese soldiers inside to their doom.

When he reappeared, he was already inside an armory, which was filled with all kinds of weapons and ammunition: rifles, machine guns, grenades, mortar shells, infantry gun shells, and boxes of bullets, all exuding a cold metallic aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yifan unleashed his full mental power, drawing the mountain of weapons into his spatial storage like a tidal wave.

His movements were incredibly fast; almost as soon as he thought of it, the supplies vanished into thin air, leaving only an empty warehouse and a few scattered empty wooden crates.

After finishing all this, he rushed to the logistics warehouse, where the Japanese army's food, medicine and clothing were stored.

These things may be able to help more suffering compatriots in the future, and they should not be left to the enemy.

After clearing the two key warehouses, Lin Yifan's figure once again blended into the night and appeared on the training ground of the camp.

At this moment, most of the Japanese soldiers had already eaten dinner and were gathered in twos and threes outside the tents smoking and chatting, or packing their belongings inside the tents, completely unaware of their impending death.

"It's time to end this." Lin Yifan murmured, his eyes flashing with cold light.

He didn't choose to clear each tent individually, as that would be too slow and prone to oversights. The only way to maximize his effectiveness was to first inflict heavy casualties on a large scale, and then fill in any gaps.

With a thought, dozens of grenades appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he hurled them like a shower of petals towards the densely packed tents. He precisely controlled the landing point and detonation time of these grenades to ensure they covered the largest possible area of ​​enemies.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A series of deafening explosions instantly resounded throughout the military camp, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.

The Japanese soldiers who were chatting or resting were thrown into chaos by the sudden explosion. Tents were blown away by the blast wave, and debris and human remains were scattered everywhere amidst thick smoke and flames.

The sudden attack threw the entire camp into complete chaos. The surviving Japanese soldiers screamed and cried, running blindly in the darkness, trying to find cover, but they had no idea where the enemy was.

Lin Yifan was like the Grim Reaper descending. With a wave of his hand, bullets from the spatial warehouse flew out continuously, each bullet accurately hitting the panicked Japanese soldiers.

With the aid of his lightness skill, his figure was as fast as lightning, leaving behind only corpses and a strong smell of blood wherever he went.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Where are they? Where are the enemies?"

"Quick! Sound the alarm!"

The surviving Japanese officers shouted desperately, trying to organize resistance, but it was all in vain in the face of Lin Yifan's absolute strength.

The communications room had already been emptied by Lin Yifan immediately, preventing the alarm from being triggered and completely paralyzing the command system.