Courtyard House: Home Alone

Then, Lin Yifan teleported to a bunker more than 200 meters away from the road, controlling the bullets in the stationary warehouse and continuously firing at the lone Japanese soldiers on the road.

At the same time, he controlled the grenades and hand grenades in the space and threw them at the Japanese soldiers' concentration points. Each throw landed precisely in the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd, causing the Japanese soldiers to fall to their deaths and cry out in pain.

Those soldiers who tried to escape became his primary targets, with bullets following them like eyes, constantly reaping their lives.

The highway had now become a living hell, filled with severed limbs, burning vehicles, and desperate cries of agony.

Lin Yifan, like a demon from hell, calmly wielded the scythe of death, mercilessly slicing away the lives of these invaders.

Killing one more enemy now will ease the pressure at night. However, so far, the Japanese cavalry and tank units have not been hit by a single bullet.

Lin Yifan considered the warhorses, tanks, and artillery as his spoils of war. If he could stall until the Japanese were forced to spend the night nearby, these things would be his for the taking.

Meanwhile, Okamura Ningci, who had just been devising a plan to strengthen security inside the armored vehicle, had no idea that he would be attacked by an unknown force.

Even more unexpectedly, in China, there were people who dared to ambush a full-strength division of the empire. According to convention, the Chinese would have to deploy at least 80,000 to 100,000 ambush troops to dare to ambush a full-strength division.

When did this Chinese army appear in North China?

He even suspected that there might be a problem with his intelligence system, or that some hidden anti-Japanese armed force had suddenly acquired such powerful combat capabilities.

Okamura Neiji's face was ashen. He shoved open the hatch of the armored vehicle and demanded of his staff officer, "What happened? Where did the attack come from? Find out immediately!"

The staff officer was also panicked. He quickly grabbed the communicator, trying to contact the troops at the front, but all he heard was a static noise and faint sounds of explosions; the connection was impossible to establish.

"Commander, communications at the front have been cut off, and the situation is unclear!" the staff officer reported anxiously.

Okamura Neiji's heart sank. He knew that a communication blackout usually meant the worst had happened. He forced himself to calm down, his gaze fixed on the distant, smoke-filled battlefield, his brow furrowed.

"Order the follow-up troops to halt their advance and prepare for battle! Send out reconnaissance teams immediately to find out who is attacking us!" He issued the order through gritted teeth, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of panic.

These scattered explosions acted like precise scalpels, precisely cutting through the Japanese army's already fragile command system and firepower pillars.

These Japanese soldiers, who had just been trying to regroup, completely lost their will to resist in the latest round of explosions.

They watched helplessly as the officers who usually acted arrogantly were instantly blown to pieces, and as the machine gun positions they relied on to suppress firepower were reduced to nothing along with their machine gunners.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around the heart of every Japanese soldier, making their limbs weak and their only thought to escape this land of death.

The once orderly marching ranks along the highway had completely turned into a disorganized mess, with fleeing soldiers, burning vehicles, and scattered equipment everywhere.

The tank and armored vehicle units in the middle of the column, although not directly attacked for the time being, had been abandoned by the infantry in front and behind them. Like giant beasts stripped of their protection, they were left alone on the road, unable to move.

Tank commanders poked their heads out, anxiously surveying their surroundings, only to see a chaotic scene and rising smoke. They had no idea which direction to fire or how to break through the encirclement.

Because until now, no one has heard a single gunshot, and no one knows who the attackers are or where they are. Some of the organized Japanese soldiers can only fire their guns randomly into the mountains and forests on both sides.

Lin Yifan continuously used bullets and grenades from his spatial storage to eliminate the Japanese soldiers' manpower, while the Japanese soldiers on the highway watched in despair as their comrades lost their lives one after another, unable to even catch a glimpse of the enemy.

This invisible slaughter was more chilling than any direct battlefield hail of bullets. They were like lambs to the slaughter, trembling in place, waiting for death to come.

Some soldiers completely broke down, throwing down their weapons, kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly, shouting incoherently and praying for divine protection. However, all they received in response were the cold sound of explosions and the continuous fall of their comrades.

Lin Yifan, like a master hunter, calmly controlled the battle, gradually instilling fear and despair into the souls of every Japanese soldier, enjoying the death feast he had orchestrated.

He knew that the complete dismantling of this massive force was not far off.

Meanwhile, Okamura Ningci and Ushijima Minoru had already reunited. Through observation, they discovered that the enemy attack was not large; they mainly relied on pre-set explosives to inflict casualties and create chaos on the Imperial Warriors, without launching a large-scale ground offensive.

Ushijima Sanetsune's expression was equally grim. He added, "Commander, the enemy is extremely cunning. They seem to be deliberately avoiding our cavalry and armored units, targeting our infantry and command system specifically. If this continues, our infantry will be gradually eroded!"

Okamura Neiji's face was grim, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armored vehicle's exterior, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Pass on my order, have the cavalry regiment flank the enemy from both sides. No matter the cost, find the enemy's location!"

Armored units, stand by! Cover the suspicious areas with artillery fire and force those hidden rats out!

The others immediately tallied the casualties and treated the wounded, ordering everyone to retreat and establish a defensive posture on the spot. "As long as we concentrate, those resistance fighters will have no chance to launch a sneak attack on us again." He refused to believe that a small ambush could put his elite division in such a passive position.

As Okamura Yasuji's orders were relayed, the infantrymen who had been fleeing in panic on the road began to reluctantly regroup towards the central area under the stern rebukes and rifle butts of the remaining officers, attempting to form an organized defensive perimeter.

The tank and armored vehicle units in the middle of the formation, which had been isolated due to the collapse of the infantry in front and behind, immediately sprang into action upon receiving the order.

The turret slowly rotated, and the dark muzzle began to point towards the mountains and forests on both sides of the road, as well as any suspicious areas where enemies might be hiding.