Courtyard House: Home Alone

Every move was swift and decisive, without any hesitation, and they tried to make as little noise as possible so as not to alert the Japanese troops in other areas.

On the streets, the number of Japanese soldiers' corpses gradually increased, and the stench of blood began to permeate the air.

But Lin Yifan didn't care about that at all. He only had one thought in his mind: to dismantle the resistance forces here as soon as possible.

He sometimes hides in the shadows and uses a dagger to take out lone sentries;

Sometimes, like a tiger descending the mountain, it charges into small groups of enemies and engages in close combat;

When faced with a target that is difficult to eliminate quietly, he will use the environment to create chaos and then take advantage of the confusion to destroy it.

Lin Yifan eliminated the defensive points marked on the defense map one by one.

Those Japanese soldiers who had just received their weapons and hadn't even had time to get used to them were utterly helpless in the face of Lin Yifan's absolute strength.

Before their rifles and machine guns could even be used, they had already become Lin Yifan's spoils of war.

Lin Yifan was like a tireless killing machine, roaming freely in Dongjiaomin Lane. Wherever he went, the screams of Japanese soldiers, the clanging of weapons hitting the ground, and the cries of dying rose and fell, but soon fell silent again.

He strictly followed the deployment map, never taking a wrong turn or letting any armed enemy escape.

As time went on, the resistance of the Japanese soldiers in Dongjiaomin Lane became weaker and weaker.

More and more Japanese soldiers realized that their proud defenses were as fragile as paper in the face of this mysterious attacker.

Panic began to spread among the Japanese soldiers. Some Japanese soldiers who were not directly attacked began to panic after hearing the screams and gunshots coming from all around them, and even showed signs of collapsing.

Lin Yifan observed this without any change in his heart. He knew that these Japanese devils had to be completely wiped out before the people could enjoy the New Year in peace.

Soon, darkness fell. By now, Lin Yifan himself couldn't remember how many Japanese soldiers he had killed today. He only knew that, up to now, there wasn't a single Japanese soldier to be seen on the streets, alleys, or in the entire Dongjiaomin Lane.

Some Japanese soldiers who were defending outside had already retreated to their homes, but they were wrong. Lin Yifan had never considered letting those Japanese civilians at home go.

Then, he began to gradually clear out the shops and houses, confiscating any useful supplies as he went. As the clearing progressed, the stench of blood in Dongjiaomin Lane grew stronger, almost solidifying in the cold air.

Lin Yifan's steps did not falter at all. He kicked open one closed door after another, and no matter if the man inside was trembling, the woman was screaming in terror, or the child was crying loudly in fear, he did not hesitate for a moment.

He felt only a chilling murderous intent towards these Japanese expatriates whose hands were stained with the blood of Chinese people.

Those who resist will be killed without exception; those who attempt to hide will also face death once they are found.

Those Japanese merchants, ronin, and their families who had once bullied and oppressed the people in Beiping were now lambs to the slaughter in front of Lin Yifan.

His storage space was like a bottomless pit, containing not only large quantities of weapons, ammunition, food, and medicine, but also gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and paintings looted from China by the Japanese. After each room was cleared, only a mess and the pungent stench of blood remained.

Lin Yifan's eyes remained as cold as ever, as if everything he did was nothing more than cleaning up trash. He fought his way from one street to another, clearing out houses one after another, turning the entire Dongjiaomin Lane into a living hell for the Japanese expatriates.

As night deepened, the strong stench of blood even attracted some nocturnal animals, which lingered in the shadows of the street.

Lin Yifan, on the other hand, continued his tireless "cleanup" mission, determined to eradicate this malignant tumor entrenched in the heart of Beiping. He wanted to kill so many Japanese soldiers that they would tremble at the mere mention of Beiping.

He wanted to make the Japanese devils pay the most terrible price for the heinous crimes they committed in Nanjing! The blood feud in Nanjing and the wronged souls of 300,000 compatriots were now concentrated on his blade.

Every swing of the knife seemed to be avenging his tragically killed relatives;

Every gunshot seemed to be a cry for those broken families.

He recalled the time when his predecessor visited the massacre memorial hall, and the photos of the girls raped and murdered by the Japanese soldiers, their desperate eyes seemed to be right in front of him;

I thought of the old people who were burned alive; their agonizing screams still seemed to echo in my ears.

He recalled the infants who had been killed by bayonets; their faint cries pierced his heart like needles.

These images kept flashing through his mind, becoming the endless driving force that fueled his killing spree.

He knew that simply clearing out the expatriates in Dongjiaomin Lane was far from enough; this was just the beginning.

He wanted all Japanese who had participated in the war of aggression to understand that the blood of the Chinese people was not shed in vain, and the dignity of the Chinese nation could not be trampled upon.

Tonight, the blood shed in Dongjiaomin Lane will stain the land of Beiping red, serving as a bloody warning that will forever remind those invaders—those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!

After a whole night, Lin Yifan had cleared out all the Japanese soldiers from Dongjiaomin Lane. All the useful supplies were also put into his spatial storage.

He also flashed into the space, drank a few mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, ate some food, and replenished his strength. He had drunk spiritual spring water several times in a day and a night, but now was not the time to rest.

He still needs to go to those abandoned courtyards to take out as many supplies from his space as possible to help as many people as possible so that they can have something to eat and some warm clothes during this difficult year.

He took out a large amount of rice, flour, cooking oil, cotton clothes and quilts, as well as some commonly used medicines from the space warehouse and piled them up in the three abandoned courtyards he had selected in advance.

After doing all this, Lin Yifan stood in the center of the courtyard, looking at the supplies piled up like a small mountain, and felt a little comforted.

He knew that although these things were not much, they might be enough for the people of Beiping who were struggling to make ends meet to get through the cold winter.

After putting away the supplies, he returned to Tang Baolin's residence.

Under the cover of night, the gates of the Tang residence were tightly shut, and the lanterns at the entrance emitted a dim yellow light, which made the place seem somewhat lifeless.

Lin Yifan didn't knock on the door, but instead climbed over the wall like a ghost and landed silently.

He already knew the layout of the Tang residence by heart, and went straight to Tang Baolin's study.

At this moment, the study was brightly lit, and Tang Baolin was pacing anxiously around the room, his face full of unease.

He had already learned of the commotion in Dongjiaomin Lane; the explosions and gunfire had been going on for a day and a night, making him extremely uneasy.

He didn't know what had happened, but an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.