Courtyard House: Home Alone

He did not rush into action, but patiently observed, like the most patient hunter, waiting for his prey to reveal a weakness.

He needs to find the best entry point, a position with relatively weak defenses where he can quickly take control of the situation.

Time passed silently in the waiting. The lights in the camp remained bright, and the footsteps of the patrol team could be heard in the distance before fading away.

Lin Yifan's mental power was like an invisible net, covering the entire military camp, analyzing every possible blind spot in the defense and the location of teleportation points.

Finally, Lin Yifan selected the teleportation point to enter the regimental command post. After two teleportations, he arrived at the regimental communications room. With a thought, four Japanese communications soldiers and a lieutenant officer were blown to the head.

He quickly put away the radio and the wired phone on the table, and then began to clear out the other Japanese soldiers in the command post.

Soon, there was no survivor in the command post. Just like before, Lin Yifan first teleported to the regimental commander's office. The regimental commander, who was still making final arrangements for the departure the next day, didn't even see who it was before he passed away at the Yasukuni Shrine.

After cleaning up the command post, he appeared at the armory.

The weapons and ammunition here were piled up like mountains, even larger than the military camp in the western suburbs, clearly serving as an important arms depot on the outskirts of Beiping.

Lin Yifan unleashed his full mental power, continuously storing the weapons and ammunition that could arm two regiments into his spatial storage. The cold warehouse was quickly emptied, leaving only a mess of straw and wooden crate fragments scattered on the ground.

He then repeated the same method, looting all the food, medicine, clothing and other supplies from the logistics warehouse.

After doing all this, he prepared a batch of hand grenades that had been delayed by three seconds in the static warehouse.

Then, standing in the shadows of the warehouse, listening to the faint sound of patrol footsteps outside, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "The game begins."

Lin Yifan did not choose to cause an explosion in the central area of ​​the military camp, where, although the area was densely populated, it was also close to various firing positions.

He targeted several soldiers' quarters and stables on the edge of the military camp.

These locations are relatively scattered, but they concentrate a large number of ordinary soldiers and are close to flammable materials such as hay. Once ignited, the fire will spread faster and chaos will spread more easily.

He used his mental powers to precisely drop dozens of grenades into designated locations. He had calculated the detonation times of these grenades precisely to ensure they would explode at the same time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A sudden burst of explosions, even more intense and devastating than those at the western suburban military camp, erupted! Dozens of death flowers bloomed simultaneously in different corners of the camp, flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing.

The warhorses in the stables were startled, letting out mournful neighs and charging and trampling wildly, adding to the chaos.

Japanese soldiers who were resting in their barracks were instantly engulfed by the explosion. Those who survived were dazed and disoriented, crawling out of the rubble in tattered clothes and looking around in terror.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Quick! Grab your weapons!"

"Baka! What on earth happened?"

The shrill shouts, explosions, and neighing of warhorses mingled together, turning the entire eastern suburban military camp into a boiling hell in an instant.

Lin Yifan strolled leisurely through the flames and smoke. The bullets and grenades in the space warehouse seemed endless. Under his mental control, they transformed into deadly streaks of light, precisely targeting every Japanese soldier who tried to resist or escape.

His speed was so fast that the Japanese soldiers who reacted and tried to raise their guns to fire often found that the target had already disappeared as soon as they had aimed. Instead, a bloody hole appeared between their eyebrows or in their chest, and they fell down helplessly.

The machine gun position was the Japanese army's last hope. Several quick-reacting machine gunners tried to set up their machine guns for suppressive fire, but Lin Yifan wasn't about to give them the chance. With a thought, two grenades appeared at the feet of the Japanese soldiers, instantly blowing the machine gunners to pieces.

For the other machine gun positions, he simply moved a few grenades from the space warehouse and accurately dropped them in the middle of the machine gun positions. After a few muffled explosions, there was no more sound.

A major was trying to organize the remaining soldiers to set up a defensive line using a few relatively intact tents. He brandished his sword and roared at the top of his lungs.

Lin Yifan didn't even glance at him; with a thought, a grenade landed precisely at his feet.

With a deafening roar, the major and several guards around him were blown into the air, and the newly formed defensive line collapsed instantly.

Having lost their command and being relentlessly slaughtered by an invisible enemy, the surviving Japanese soldiers were plunged into utter despair.

Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some scattered and fled, and some huddled in a corner, trembling, having lost all courage to resist.

Lin Yifan was like a reaper of death, leaving no survivors. His mental power covered the entire camp, and no soldier who tried to hide could escape.

Whether they hid in tents, in toilets, or crawled into the gaps between ammunition boxes, they were all executed without mercy.

He didn't hesitate for a moment when those who knelt down and surrendered. In his view, these invaders, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Chinese people, did not deserve any pity.

Time passed second by second, and the gunshots and explosions in the camp gradually subsided, replaced by Lin Yifan's heavy and firm footsteps, and the occasional muffled thud that ended a life.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, Lin Yifan finally finished clearing out the last remaining enemy troops from the last corner.

He stood atop the camp's highest watchtower, overlooking the military camp that had been baptized by blood and fire. Countless corpses lay scattered on the ground, and rivers of blood stained the once yellowish-brown earth a dark red.

The air was thicker with the stench of blood and gunpowder than even that of the western suburban military camp, making one want to vomit.

Lin Yifan glanced at his watch; it was already 5:30 a.m.

At this moment, not a single soldier in this military camp will be able to assemble and set off again.

He roughly estimated that the Japanese troops in the eastern suburbs camp far outnumbered those in the western suburbs, numbering over 3,500, and now he had slaughtered them all by himself.

He took a deep breath, the cold air mixed with the smell of blood rushing into his lungs, which invigorated him.

Two consecutive high-intensity battles had greatly depleted his mental energy and left him feeling noticeably tired, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's.

In the western and eastern suburbs, two regiments, nearly six thousand Japanese soldiers, were wiped out overnight. The two largest mobile forces outside Beiping were completely eliminated.

It's a pity about those military horses. Next time we encounter Japanese field troops, we'll have to collect some military horses and keep them in our space. There are many places in China without roads, so military horses are much more convenient.