Courtyard House: Home Alone

In an instant, the arrow pierced precisely between the eyebrows of the eight drunken traitors and lackeys. They didn't even have time to open their eyes and see who it was before they were already dead.

Lin Yifan expressionlessly threw out the three corpses from the space, piling them together with the eight people on the ground. Then, he began to ransack Tang Ergou's residence.

To be honest, after being a traitor for several years, he actually had quite a few good things hidden in his house. Lin Yifan didn't even look at them carefully before putting them all into his space.

After settling things at Tang Ergou's place, he rushed off to Ma'ergan's house. Ma'ergan's house was a small, dilapidated courtyard in a relatively run-down alley.

Lin Yifan used his mental power to investigate and found that there was only Ma Ergan's wife and a five or six-year-old child inside.

He stood outside the courtyard gate, his brows slightly furrowed. He hadn't hesitated at all to kill Ma Ergan, but his family… Lin Yifan remained silent for a moment, then finally shook his head.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. Ma Ergan committed numerous evils and deserved his punishment, but his family members were not involved, especially the child, who was still so young.

He turned and left Ma'ergan's house, teleporting back to his own room as if he had never left. He returned to the wooden house in the space, washed up briefly, and went to sleep.

He slept exceptionally soundly, as if trying to wash away all his anger and exhaustion in his dreams.

When he woke up again, it was noon the next day. He used his mind to look outside and saw sunlight streaming into his house through the window.

Lin Yifan stretched and felt much better. After washing up and eating something in the space, he returned to the house. He had just "seen" He Yuzhu walking towards the backyard. He was now able to stand in a horse stance for much longer than he had a week ago.

Lin Yifan estimated that He Yuzhu would arrive soon, so he stood in the courtyard in advance, assumed a horse stance, and adjusted his breathing.

A short while later, He Yuzhu was heard humming a little tune as he walked briskly into the backyard. "Good morning, Brother Xiaofan!" He Yuzhu greeted Lin Yifan with a smile as soon as he entered the yard.

Lin Yifan opened his eyes and nodded slightly: "Hmm, good morning. Zhu Zi, you're a little later than usual today."

He Yuzhu chuckled and scratched his head: "How about it, Brother Xiao Fan? Have I improved my horse stance time again?"

As he spoke, he also assumed a horse stance not far from Lin Yifan, his face full of anticipation.

Lin Yifan glanced at him and saw that although his posture was not perfect, it was a world of difference from the beginning, and his stamina had indeed improved a lot.

He nodded and said, "Yes, you've improved. You can hold your breath for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn longer than last week. Keep it up, pay attention to your breathing rhythm, keep your shoulders relaxed and elbows down, and don't shrug your shoulders."

"Okay, all right!" Hearing Lin Yifan's affirmation, He Yuzhu was overjoyed and practiced even harder, with fine beads of sweat soon appearing on his forehead.

The two of them stood silently in the courtyard, the morning sun warming them. As for Jia Gui, he had died at Tang Ergou's house, and it would likely be discovered soon, causing quite a commotion.

But none of this mattered to Lin Yifan anymore. He had simply cleaned up a few troublemakers that needed to be dealt with, and the courtyard house had gained a widow.

After finishing his training and seeing He Yuzhu go home, Lin Yifan returned to his room, closed the door, entered his spatial dimension, and took a good shower. Then, leaning against the daybed in his spatial dimension (which he had seized from Tang Ergou's house the previous night), he began to consider what he had overheard the previous night.

Tang Ergou said that the Japanese devils would come from Tianjin in a week. We must not let these devils set foot in Beiping. We can only kill them in Tianjin or on their way to Beiping.

In that case, we need to hurry up and prepare. First, we need to replenish the space warehouse with bullets in firing mode and delayed grenades.

In addition, the shells in space can also be used. As long as the fuse is installed, they can be launched using space.

A division of over 20,000 men, if we can find a way to slow their march along the road, the Japanese will have to spend the night on the road. At night, it will be our territory.

"That old devil Okamura still wants to come to Beiping with the Japanese division? Hah! He's dreaming. If I want him dead, no matter how many people come, it won't make a difference," Lin Yifan thought.

No, I can't stay at home any longer. I have to get out of the city right away; there's still a lot of preparation to be done. With that thought, he immediately came out of his spatial dimension, returned to his room, packed a bundle, slung it over his shoulder, and then went to the deaf old woman's door.

He knocked on the door: "Knock! Knock knock! Grandma Long, are you home? It's me, Xiao Fan. I've come to tell you that I'm getting ready to go back to my master's place."

The deaf old woman was sitting inside when she heard the knocking and Lin Yifan's voice. She quickly put down her needlework and hurried to the door to open it. "Xiao Fan, it's almost noon. Why are you leaving all of a sudden?" She looked at the bundle on Lin Yifan's back with a hint of surprise on her face.

Lin Yifan smiled gently. "Grandma Long, my master sent a letter saying he has something important to discuss with me, so I have to go back right away. Don't worry, I'll come back to see you as soon as I'm settled." He knew the deaf old woman was cunning, so he just made up an excuse.

The deaf old woman held Lin Yifan's hand and carefully instructed him, "Be careful on the road, and remember to send a message back when you get to your master, so I won't worry about you."

"Okay, I understand, Grandma Long, don't worry." Lin Yifan nodded obediently, chatted with the deaf old lady for a few more minutes, and then turned to leave.

After leaving the courtyard, Lin Yifan headed directly out of the city. On the surface, Beiping City was relatively peaceful, but the air was filled with a sense of impending doom.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, most with a hint of unease on their faces. The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops who usually swaggered around the streets were nowhere to be seen.

There should be two divisions of puppet troops stationed outside the city, totaling less than 20,000 men. We didn't deal with them before the Lunar New Year because of the time constraints. Now that we've dealt with the Japanese, we'll have to start with them.

Of course, there were also the Japanese soldiers at Fengtai Railway Station, which was a transit point for supplies for the Japanese soldiers in Shanxi. However, they could only come here occasionally to fight, as they were alone and couldn't really take care of it.

Lin Yifan kept his head down, trying not to attract attention, and successfully exited the city gate. Once outside the city, he immediately quickened his pace, and after getting away from the city gate, he took out a Japanese military truck and drove towards Tianjin.

Along the way, he cleared two small checkpoints, each with a squad of puppet troops and two Japanese soldiers. Lin Yifan was now very familiar with this kind of clearing work. He was originally driving a Japanese truck, and once inside, everything was within his range.

Therefore, the time spent at the two checkpoints was also the time spent confiscating the spoils.

Throughout the journey, he kept a close eye on the surrounding terrain and environment until he stopped in a remote mountain forest dozens of miles from Tianjin. This was a crucial route for the Japanese troops on their way to Beiping; the terrain was treacherous, the trees dense, making it an ideal place for an ambush.