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

The large-scale search by the Japanese army in Beiping has continued for six days.

This merciless catastrophe brought misfortune to countless people, shattered once-warm families, and echoed with cries of despair in every corner of the city.

Zhao Heng held out in an abandoned courtyard for six whole days, barely surviving on a few scraps of food.

He knew that only by surviving could he avenge the Japanese army, which had committed countless atrocities.

【叮咚！恭喜宿主成功存活180小时，签到奖励已发放：汤普森冲锋鎗100把、冲锋鎗弹药1000万发、麵粉2吨、金条100根，附赠四合院房契一份。】

The moment the system notification sounded, Zhao Heng's consciousness entered the system space.

Before my eyes, 100 Thompson submachine guns were neatly arranged, their bodies gleaming with a menacing cold light; in the corner, ammunition boxes and flour bags were piled up like mountains, while gold bars shone with a dazzling golden light.

"Great! This is the Thompson submachine gun, known as the 'Chicago Typewriter'!"

Zhao Heng was overjoyed and immediately decided to launch a surprise attack that night to catch the Japanese army off guard.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the ravaged city, and a fierce battle was about to begin.

After carefully inspecting the firearms, Zhao Heng felt even more confident looking at the ample ammunition.

As night fell completely, he quietly left the courtyard, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness, and strode straight toward the Japanese stronghold.

He proceeded with extreme caution, fearing to alert the enemies along the way—tonight, he would personally punish these executioners and avenge the innocent people who had perished.

As soon as they reached the alley entrance, a horrifying scene came into view: several Japanese soldiers were roughly dragging a young girl, whose heartbreaking cries were devastating.

A fierce rage instantly ignited in Zhao Heng's eyes. He gripped his Thompson submachine gun tightly, took a deep breath, aimed at the Japanese soldier, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Three shots were fired precisely, killing three Japanese soldiers instantly.

The girl seized the opportunity to break free of her restraints, and Zhao Heng quickly stepped forward to protect her behind him.

The crisp gunshots quickly alerted the surrounding Japanese troops, and a large number of enemies poured in from all directions.

"Quick! Come with me!" Zhao Heng said to the girl in a low voice, then led her quickly into the depths of the narrow alley.

In the darkness, their footsteps were hurried and heavy.

As Zhao Heng ran, he kept looking back, and seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

But just then, a high wall suddenly appeared in front of them—this alley was a dead end!

"Quick! Kill that Chinese man!" The Japanese soldiers' shouts drew ever closer from behind.

The girl turned pale with fright and looked at Zhao Heng urgently, saying, "Big brother, you should run away quickly! My life is worthless. I am already extremely grateful to have been saved by you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl gritted her teeth and, without hesitation, crashed into the high wall.

With a muffled thud, the girl's body crashed heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Zhao Heng's heart was breaking, but he had no time to wallow in grief. He quickly turned around, and Thompson's submachine gun unleashed a furious barrage of fire at the pursuing Japanese troops.

*Pfft! Pfft!* Crimson blood gushed out instantly, and the pursuing Japanese soldiers fell to the ground like wheat being harvested by a sickle.

A resolute glint flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes. Without hesitation, he emptied his magazine, and the deafening gunshots echoed through the alley for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly took out a spare magazine from his back waist. Although his movements were slightly clumsy, he quickly completed the replacement.

The gunfire gradually subsided, and the surroundings fell into dead silence, but the intense noise had already attracted the attention of all Japanese soldiers within a kilometer radius.

"Damn it! It must be that lone figure causing trouble!"

"Gunfire is coming from that direction, come with me!"

In the darkness, Japanese troops quickly assembled in the surrounding area, and the dense sound of footsteps approached like a tide.

Knowing the situation was critical, Zhao Heng quickly looked around and spotted a dilapidated wooden door.

He forcefully pushed open the wooden door, carried the girl's body into an abandoned hut, immediately closed the door, and braced it against the door with a wooden stick.

Major Yamazaki Ryuzo's face appeared even more sinister in the moonlight. He brandished his sword and ordered in a low voice, "Surround this area. Find the person, dead or alive!"

Zhao Heng held his breath, gripped the gun handle tightly, and stared intently through the crack in the door, closely observing the enemy's movements.

The enemy pressed closer, so he crouched down, aimed his gun at the crack in the door, and carefully took aim.

"Bang!" A bullet whistled out and struck a Japanese soldier precisely in the shoulder, who immediately let out a painful scream. Zhao Heng did not hesitate for a moment and continued to pull the trigger, the gunshot echoing continuously in the small room.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another, their bodies covered in blood.

"Damn it! That Lone Shadow's marksmanship is too accurate, get down!" Yamazaki Ryuzo roared angrily.

Japanese soldiers lay prone on the ground, using the surrounding obstacles to fight back. Bullets rained down on the wooden doors and walls, sending splinters of wood flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Zhao Heng quickly hid in a corner to avoid the enemy's fierce firepower.

He knew that passive defense was not a long-term solution and he had to find a way to break through. His eyes quickly scanned the room and he spotted a window that had been boarded up.

Without hesitation, he rushed over and slammed the wooden board with the butt of his gun—once, twice… and finally, a gap was smashed into the board.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand, Zhao Heng continued to widen the gap with force.

At this moment, the enemy's firepower intensified, and a bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a deep bloody gash.

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and did not back down at all, finally widening the gap to the point where one person could pass through.

He took a deep breath, jumped out of the window, rolled on the ground, and quickly got up and ran wildly towards the alley next to him.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

"Hurry, grab that lone figure! Don't kill him, Commander Hirata has ordered him to be captured alive!" Yamazaki Ryuzo shouted the order. The Japanese soldiers stood up and chased after him relentlessly, brandishing their Type 38 rifles.

Zhao Heng ran desperately through the dark alley, with only one thought in his mind: to escape the pursuit, continue fighting, and avenge his fallen comrades.

Using his familiarity with the terrain, he turned left and right, quickly leaving most of the enemies far behind.

But the Japanese army did not give up. They split into several groups and attacked from different directions. Zhao Heng could clearly hear the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

Suddenly, a fork in the road appeared ahead. Zhao Heng didn't have time to think and randomly chose a path and rushed in, only to find that it was a dead end.

He leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

He watched the approaching enemy with no fear in his eyes.

Zhao Heng put the Thompson submachine gun back into his system space, then took out an AK47 assault rifle, preparing to engage in a final, desperate battle with the enemy.

Just two minutes later, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed into the alley with Type 38 rifles, all pointing their guns at Zhao Heng.

"Lone Shadow, lay down your weapons and surrender! Imperial Army..."

"You damned Japanese devils! You bunch of heartless beasts, you all deserve to die!"