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

"Yes, Commander Hirata! It's all my fault for not doing my job properly!"

The two majors who were beaten dared not argue and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to beg for forgiveness.

"Search with all available resources! Request support from the 10th Division; dispatch a regiment to conduct a thorough search of this area!"

Hirata Kiko's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she slowly gave the order, "This is the head of the CCP's underground organization in Beiping. We absolutely cannot let this big fish get away!"

"But...we don't have any information about 'Lone Shadow's' identity, we don't even know what he looks like," a major said hesitantly.

"Damn it! Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free!"

"Yes, sir!" The two majors immediately turned around and hurriedly left to carry out the order.

Hirata Kiko's gaze swept across her surroundings like an eagle's, secretly calculating. As night deepened, the sound of military boots striking the ground echoed through the streets of Beiping, signaling the quiet beginning of a silent contest.

A regiment of more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers was ordered to set out, and they drove out of the camp in a long procession of military trucks.

Under the cover of night, more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers quickly sealed off all intersections and began checking suspicious persons one by one. Hirata Kiko personally oversaw the operation, closely monitoring every clue.

Inside the command center, as various intelligence reports were continuously gathered, Hirata Kiko's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Immediately issue orders to expand the search area and seal off all city gates. We must not allow any suspicious persons to escape!" Hirata Kiko looked at the communications officer, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Yes, sir!" The communications officer immediately went to relay the order.

After the order was given, Zhengyang Gate was closed, the surrounding area was brightly lit, and the soldiers stood ready, prepared to engage in battle at any moment. Hirata Kiko's face was stern, her hand tightly gripping the colonel's sword at her waist.

Outside the city walls, the wind howled, and the low barking of a Shiba Inu could be faintly heard.

In that abandoned courtyard, withered leaves piled up like mountains, and occasionally rats scurried about in the cold wind.

Zhao Heng remained highly vigilant, leaning against a wall, his hands gripping the AK47 tightly, his heart pounding, holding his breath and watching every move outside the courtyard.

With a thought, he took out two magazines and a Glock pistol from his spatial storage and slowly released the safety.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and dared not relax for a moment.

Time passed slowly, and footsteps came from not far away, causing Zhao Heng's heart to race instantly.

A moment later, a Japanese soldier poked his head out, glanced around at the entrance of the abandoned courtyard, and then turned and left.

Zhao Heng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he still dared not be careless. In the darkness, his gaze was as sharp as a cheetah's as he held his breath, alert to any slight movement.

The sky gradually brightened.

Zhao Heng's eyelids felt heavy, but his strong will to survive kept him going. He gritted his teeth and gently stroked the gun handle with his fingers.

Ultimately, he was betrayed. If he went out rashly now, he would surely be discovered by the Japanese army, so he could only remain still for the time being and wait for the right opportunity.

As the day passed, Hirata Kiko listened to her subordinates' reports, her face turning ashen.

"Bastards! Trash! You all deserve to die!"

She roared angrily and raised her right hand to slap two lieutenant colonels hard across the face.

"Yes, Commander Hirata! I am guilty, please punish me!"

The two lieutenant colonels were pale-faced and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Hirata Kiko.

Hirata Kiko took a deep breath and coldly ordered, "Continue the search! By any means necessary, find 'Lone Shadow'! If there are still no leads after one day, arrest some Chinese people and carry out indiscriminate massacres! I want to force 'Lone Shadow' out!"

This ruthless woman, with a cold-blooded murderous intent in her eyes, was determined to expose "Lone Shadow," the leader of the underground Communist Party in Beiping.

"Yes, sir! Don't worry, Commander Hirata, we'll go and carry out the orders right away!"

The lieutenant colonels received their orders and hurriedly left. In the darkness, Zhao Heng vaguely heard screams coming from afar, and his heart tightened—he knew that the Japanese had begun to harm innocent civilians.

Damn beast!

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fury. He suppressed his impulse and took a deep breath to calm himself.

He understood that he had to complete his mission and rebuild the underground organization in Beiping.

If something were to happen to him, everything would be for naught. This would not only mean the mission would fail, but the organization would also be unable to obtain important intelligence about the invading Japanese army.

Zhao Heng gripped the gun handle tightly, silently emphasizing the importance of the mission, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

Glug~ Glug.

A sudden wave of hunger washed over Zhao Heng, and his stomach began to rumble.

On a whim, he took out a packet of flour from his system space. Carefully tearing open the packaging, a fresh aroma of flour wafted out.

He gently kneaded the flour, shaped it into small balls, and put them in his mouth to chew slowly.

Given his current situation, he dared not and could not light a fire, so he could only eat this simple meal.

The rough texture of the flour spread across his tongue, yet Zhao Heng felt a sense of satisfaction from it.

Meanwhile, on a main street 500 meters away, innocent civilians were being driven away by the Japanese army, their cries and pleas echoing throughout the street.

"This is what happens when you offend the Imperial Army!"

A major from the Mei Agency sneered, brandishing his saber at the trembling civilians, "Anyone among you who harbors a member of the CCP will be executed on the spot if discovered!"

boom!

A sharp gunshot shattered the chaos of the street, and a middle-aged man fell to the ground, his blood instantly staining the ground beneath his feet.

"No! The child's father!" A woman collapsed onto the man's body, her desperate cries heart-wrenching.

In just one hour, more than two hundred innocent civilians were brutally murdered by the Japanese army.

Crimson blood stained the entire street, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Major Yamato Juro of the Ume Agency sneered and continued to brandish his sword, directing his men without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Come, Japanese invaders! Experience firsthand the indomitable will and unyielding spirit of the Chinese people!

We have ample ammunition. No matter how many troops you gather and how fiercely you attack, we will make sure that these wolves who trample on our land never return!

The humiliating past of national subjugation and bullying, and the deep-seated hatred within it, are etched in our hearts and will never be altered or erased by any force!

boom!boom!boom! !

boom!boom!boom! !

A burning desire for revenge ignited in Zhao Heng's eyes, and every time he pulled the trigger, it was fueled by an unwavering belief in vengeance.

In the narrow alley, the crisp sound of gunfire mingled with the mournful cries of the Japanese soldiers, creating a chilling anthem that terrified the invaders.

The AK47 in his hand was like a deadly weapon, accurately reaping the lives of one enemy after another. His figure flickered in and out of the firelight, and each appearance was accompanied by the tragic sight of Japanese soldiers falling to the ground.

The Japanese army was thrown into chaos and disarray by Zhao Heng's swift and fierce counterattack.

They thought they could easily capture this elusive "lone figure," but they never expected to encounter such fierce and tenacious resistance.

Major Yamazaki Ryuzo hid behind cover, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He simply couldn't believe that a seemingly ordinary Chinese man could possess such formidable fighting skills and an unwavering belief in fighting to the death.