Courtyard House: Reborn in the 1940s, Starting with Killing Japanese Devils

In 1942, Beiping was firmly under the control of the invading Japanese army. The ancient city walls had lost their former glory, and the entire city was shrouded in a depressing and oppressive atmosphere.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like congealed blood, was spilled on the weathered city walls.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, their eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow.

This city wall has witnessed countless hardships and dangers, yet it still stands strong. The Japanese army has occupied Beiping for five years, and the people's lives are mired in suffering.

On Dashilan Street near Zhengyangmen, there is an inconspicuous Yaohua Bookstore.

Zhao Heng, the shop owner, who is around 28 years old, is organizing the bookshelves. Five days ago, he traveled here. His true identity is a top-level member of the underground Communist Party in Beiping, codenamed "Lone Shadow".

As a member of the Central Special Branch, he was directly under the command of Comrade Ke Gong and shouldered the important task of secretly infiltrating and reorganizing the underground party organization in Beiping—the previous leader had been betrayed by a traitor, and the party organization had been completely destroyed by the enemy.

Zhao Heng was extremely panicked. In his previous life, he was an ordinary military enthusiast who grew up in peacetime and was also a food delivery worker. He had never experienced such a dangerous situation before.

[Ding! System binding successful! Host detected in the extremely dangerous city of Beiping.]

[Limited-Time Survival Check-in System Officially Launched!]

Zhao Heng took a deep breath to calm his anxiety: "System, you've finally arrived! Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it to 1949."

[The new player gift pack has been automatically activated!]

[The host has been granted a system space measuring 1000m x 500m x 300m.]

【恭喜宿主获得10把AK47突击步枪、50000发7.62毫米步枪弹、10把格洛克手枪、10000发手枪弹、100斤麵粉、100斤猪肉、100枚银元。】

"This is awesome! The system is really reliable!"

With a thought, Zhao Heng instantly conjured an AK47 assault rifle in his hand.

This gun uses 7.62mm rifle cartridges, is compact and lightweight, making it suitable for close-quarters combat. It employs a gas-operated automatic principle, with the gas tube located above the barrel, and the piston drives the bolt action. It also features a rotating bolt locking design.

Despite being a classic rifle, the AK47 has its shortcomings: the muzzle rise is severe during fully automatic fire, the bolt carrier recoils violently against the bottom of the receiver, and the short barrel results in a short sight radius and an imperfect sight design, making it difficult to guarantee shooting accuracy beyond 300 meters. This is why it is called an assault rifle.

Even so, Zhao Heng knew that in the current environment, the AK47 was powerful enough to deal with most dangers, and even if it was soaked in water, it could still be used at any time without any malfunctions.

He gripped the gun handle tightly, feeling the cold, solid metal. With a thought, the weapon retracted into his system space. Focusing his mind again, another brand-new AK47 appeared in his hand, radiating a cold metallic sheen.

[Please survive for 180 hours to get another chance to sign in.]

[Daily check-in rewards include supplies, weapons, ammunition, food, and character attributes.]

Zhao Heng's eyes were firm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He quickly checked the magazine to make sure there were enough bullets, and felt more confident in his ability to survive.

As night fell, the Japanese army imposed a curfew. Zhao Heng closed his shop early and drew the curtains, pondering his next move under the dim light. Although the system had provided abundant supplies and weapons, the Japanese army's searches within Beiping were thorough, and the slightest carelessness could lead to his demise.

A soft knock broke the silence. Zhao Heng immediately became alert, gripping the Glock pistol he had just drawn, and asked softly, "Who is it?" A deep voice came from outside the door: "Comrade Guying, it's me, Old Chen."

Recognizing the voice of Old Chen, a liaison officer from the underground Communist Party, Zhao Heng breathed a sigh of relief, put on the Yama mask, and got up to open the door.

Wearing a mandarin jacket and a scarf, Old Chen looked hurried: "Comrade Guying, the situation is extremely critical! The Japanese army has intensified its search efforts, and many comrades have already been transferred. We must re-establish contact with the organization as soon as possible and resume our work."

Zhao Heng nodded and replied in a hoarse voice, "Old Chen, don't panic, let's discuss this slowly. The more critical the situation, the calmer we need to be."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Chen suddenly pulled out a Mauser pistol and aimed it at Zhao Heng's chest.

boom!

Zhao Heng was startled and reacted quickly, dodging the fatal shot by sidestepping. He fell heavily to the ground and immediately fired three shots at Old Chen—two to the chest and one to the head.

puff!

Old Chen collapsed to the ground on the spot, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Zhao Heng quickly got up and checked whether Lao Chen was carrying any other weapons, secretly relieved that he had reacted in time.

"Damn traitor!"

He cursed angrily, put away his Glock pistol, and took out a brand-new AK47 assault rifle with two magazines from his system space.

Da da da!

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the door, and a group of Japanese soldiers from the Mei Agency were rushing towards the bookstore. Zhao Heng quickly closed the door, propped it up with bookshelves, calmly surveyed his surroundings, and then opened the back door and rushed out.

"Quickly, arrest the Communists!"

"Fire!"

Japanese soldiers dressed in khaki uniforms, armed with Type 38 rifles, fired wildly at the bookstore. Bullets pierced the windows, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

Zhao Heng crouched low and ran swiftly through the narrow alleyways, the gunshots and shouts of the Japanese soldiers growing ever closer behind him.

He knew that Beiping, as the location of the headquarters of the Japanese North China Area Army, was garrisoned by the 10th and 14th Divisions, with a force of nearly 60,000. Jinzhou and Shenyang were also garrisoned by the 5th, 16th and 20th Divisions, respectively. Once he was entangled by the Japanese troops of the Mei Agency, it would be no easy task to escape.

At this moment, his only goal is to survive.

The alleys and lanes of Beiping were intricate and complex. Relying on his vague memory of the terrain, Zhao Heng constantly maneuvered around the enemy lines, trying to shake off his pursuers. However, these well-trained Japanese soldiers remained close behind, and the distance between the two sides grew ever smaller.

The road ahead suddenly branched into several paths, and Zhao Heng did not hesitate to choose the more secluded path on the left.

Just as he turned the corner, a commotion reached his ears—clearly, a patrol of Japanese soldiers was operating nearby. Zhao Heng's heart sank; he was now in a perilous situation, surrounded by enemies on both sides, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical.

At the critical moment, Zhao Heng caught sight of a half-open door by the roadside, behind which appeared to be a long-abandoned courtyard. Without thinking twice, he rushed forward, pushed open the door, slipped inside, and then gently closed it, leaning against the door and panting heavily.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and dilapidated, clearly untouched for a long time. Zhao Heng carefully crossed the courtyard and arrived at a run-down house. Gently pushing open the door, a strong smell of mildew and dust rushed out. By the dim moonlight, he could see that the house was filled with miscellaneous items and a few broken pieces of furniture.

Zhao Heng immediately found a corner to hide in, gripping his AK47 assault rifle tightly, ready for any sudden danger. He pricked up his ears, carefully listening to the sounds outside. The footsteps and shouts of the pursuers gradually faded into the distance, but he knew that this did not mean he was absolutely safe.

He must extricate himself as soon as possible and re-establish contact with the organization.

Hirata Kiko, the head of the Mei Agency, is a woman who holds the rank of colonel and adheres to the ideology of indiscriminate killing.

"asshole!"

Snapped!Snapped!

Looking at Old Chen's corpse in the bookstore, Hirata Kiko was furious and slapped two of her subordinates across the face.