Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

What is regret?

For me, the regret is not having transmigrated sooner. If I had transmigrated with the system earlier, perhaps not so many people would have been killed by the Japanese.

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After capturing Langu County, the Japanese were surprisingly calm; they didn't rush to retaliate. Everyone in the unit was surprised, but only I knew it wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they simply couldn't afford to.

Country Z was too big; the Japanese troops were like scattering sesame seeds—a little here, a little there—it was simply not enough. They could only send planes to drop bombs every now and then, trying to flatten this newly recaptured county town.

Little did they know, there was a little superhero here.

When the enemy planes came for the first time, everyone else found a place to hide, but I stood still, squinting as I estimated the altitude, with two grenades clutched in my hand.

"Commander! Get out of the way!" The guard grabbed me anxiously.

I ignored him. Just as the enemy planes were swooping down and strafing, I suddenly swung my arm, and the grenade shot straight into the sky as if it had eyes.

With a loud bang, the plane crashed into a hillside outside the city, billowing black smoke.

The entire city was in an uproar!

The second time, I used a machine gun to shoot straight through the plane's fuel tank. There was a god among guns at work; this machine gun was a sniper rifle.

The third time was even more ingenious: he shot the pilot with a rifle, then turned around, slung the rifle over his shoulder, and ignored the explosion.

"Shooting down a plane is like shooting down a bird."

"This is incredible! In ancient times, he was even more powerful than Lü Bu!"

"This is the reincarnation of a war god, how could he not be powerful?"

The title of "God of War" spread far and wide. Not only did ordinary people regard me as a god, but even the scattered armed groups in the surrounding areas who had regrouped themselves came to join me.

The number of people is increasing, and the team is growing stronger.

We also made contact with our superiors. After the organization learned about the situation, they specially sent people to reorganize the Independent Company and officially expand it into the War God Regiment, a true main force regiment. They even assigned me a political commissar.

Reputation doesn't matter to me; killing all the Japanese devils as quickly as possible is the most important thing. I killed over three hundred people in those five companies, and I still haven't used the three lottery chances the system gave me. Taking advantage of a break in the troops' training, I found a quiet place and drew all the prizes at once.

"System, draw all three lotteries at once."

The roulette wheel in my mind spun rapidly, finally stopping on three icons.

Keen Eye: It can see through things and discern a person's attributes and potential.

Thirteen Ghost Needles: A miraculous acupuncture technique that can bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones.

Sun Fist: A special move by a certain Tianjin restaurant

Good guy!

Even the Solar Flare Fist has appeared. If you could draw the Death Note, wouldn't you be invincible? You could just write the name of Japanese Dog Emperor directly on it.

I stood on the parade ground where the entire regiment was assembled, and quietly activated my keen eyes.

Good guy.

What I saw was astonishing. These soldiers in their worn-out uniforms had faint halos and words appearing above their heads, clearly marking their specialties and potential. I patiently looked at each one carefully.

I actually managed to pick a few good ones. I take back what I said. If it weren't for the God of War's reputation being so great, they wouldn't have come to join me.

Zhuangjia Hanzi Lei Dachui: He is incredibly strong and can lift a heavy machine gun that would normally require four soldiers to carry.

Bodyguard Song Jiahao: Swift as the wind, he can catch up with the fast horses of a cavalry company over short distances.

Hunter Lu Yuan: A sharpshooter with eyes as sharp as a mountain eagle's.

Thief Liu Hou: A master climber, his body is so flexible it's like he has no bones, and he can easily climb walls several meters high.

Lu Guang, a mechanical engineering student: He is proficient in mechanics. He can figure out any complex machine just by touching and looking at it.

Fireworks master Qian Lai: A blasting expert with a natural intuition for gunpowder and structures.

Leng Xing, former professional assassin: Throwing knife. A former professional assassin, he can hit any target within twenty paces with a flick of his wrist.

Zheng Dapao, the cattle herder: He had amazing throwing strength and could throw grenades twice as far as others.

The night watchman, Jia Zhen, had keen hearing and could hear the faintest sounds from very far away.

Linzhi the Thief: Tracking and Disguise, Making the Forest Feel Like Home, Female Soldier

Bai Su, a medical student: She has a kind and approachable medical style, a meticulous mind, and a strong heart; she remains calm even when she sees bleeding. She is a female soldier.

Accountant Ye Qiao: She has a photographic memory and can remember all the details after looking at a map once. She is a female soldier.

These are twelve people. I called them out on the spot and formed them into a special operations team, codenamed "Ghost Suppressor," which I will lead directly.

He called Political Commissar Shan Tiexin aside and said, "Old Shan, the integration and training of the main force is in your hands. Zhao Dahai of the First Battalion, Wang Tiezhu of the Second Battalion, and Li Qian of the Third Battalion are all old comrades from the Independent Company days. They can help you, but you have to keep a close eye on the newly formed artillery platoon and sharpshooter platoon for me personally. I'm taking Zhengu out for a trip."

Dan Tiexin worriedly said, "Commander, you're the backbone of this group. Isn't this too risky?"

"Who am I? I'm the God of War!"

I made Lao Dan laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm just going out to train them this time. Too many people will only make more noise."

The political commissar nodded in agreement.

The next night, I set off with the ghost-suppressing spirit. Our first target was the watchtower in Majia Town.

Majia Town belongs to Yangchang County, which borders Langu County. With such a neighbor controlled by the Japanese, I can't sleep, eat, or have regular bowel movements.

The journey from Langu County to Majia Town is quite long. This is a perfect opportunity to give these new recruits a good workout in terms of footwork and endurance.

I deliberately ignored the three female soldiers, running alongside them and speaking bluntly: "When I selected you to join the Ghost Town, I didn't treat you as women. From now on, you only have one identity: warriors! If you want the male soldiers to respect you and stop gossiping behind your backs, raise your willpower to the highest level and don't fall behind!"

These words were quite hurtful, but they also ignited their competitive spirit. Lin Zhi, Bai Su, and Ye Qiao, the three girls, gritted their teeth, their faces covered in sweat and dust, panting like bellows, but they kept up with the group and didn't fall too far behind.

After a rapid march, we finally reached the outskirts of Majia Town as darkness fell.

Instead of rushing into action, they first sent Liu Hou and Lin Zhi, the two most agile men, out to scout the situation. The two returned 20 minutes later, having roughly ascertained the situation at the town's watchtower and the changing patterns of the Japanese patrols.

"Commander," Liu Hou reported in a low voice, "there's about a squad of Japanese soldiers and a platoon of puppet troops in the town's blockhouse. The patrols come every half hour, with a total of five men, led by a Japanese sergeant."

I nodded, having already made up my mind. If I were to take this pillbox myself, it would be as easy as drinking water, but this time it was for training the ghost-suppressing troops, and a direct assault would be too costly; I had to outsmart them.

"Come here, everyone," I gathered the team in the ditch. "The next patrol is coming soon. We need to take them down silently. Lu Yuan, you use the crossbow and keep an eye on that sergeant leading the group. Make sure it's a one-shot kill; don't let him shout. Leng Xing, you're good at this. The second one on the right is yours."

"Dapao and Dachui, you two lie in ambush by the bushes. When Lu Yuan and the other guy make their move, each of you take one down. Don't let them make a sound. The last one..."

Seeing me deep in thought, Bai Su gently nudged Lin Zhi. Lin Zhi was completely stunned. Although she was skilled at tracking and disguise, direct combat was not her forte.

"Don't worry, I'll help you," Bai Su whispered.

I also wanted to see what Bai Su's skills were, so I handed the last person over to Lin Zhi.

Everyone quickly dispersed, taking advantage of the darkness and weeds to hide, and silently lay in ambush on both sides of the path that the patrol team would definitely take.

The sound of leather boots grew louder as five Japanese soldiers walked over in a loose formation, the sergeant in the lead leisurely smoking a cigarette.

Whoosh!

Lu Yuan's crossbow bolt pierced the air and accurately struck the sergeant in the back of the head. His body stiffened and he collapsed forward.

Almost simultaneously, Leng Xing's throwing knife had already pierced the throat of the Japanese soldier on the right. The soldier clutched his neck with both hands and knelt down on the ground.

Zheng Dapao and Lei Dachui also sprang out of the bushes. Zheng Dapao covered the mouth of the Japanese soldier on the left with his left hand and slit his throat with his dagger in his right hand. Lei Dachui grabbed the head of the Japanese soldier on the right from behind, twisted his thick arm sharply, and with a crisp crack, the Japanese soldier slumped to the ground.

The last Japanese soldier was slashed by Lin Zhi with a dagger. The soldier was about to scream in pain when he suddenly widened his eyes, made a strange gurgling sound in his throat, convulsed and fell down, his face quickly turning bluish-purple and black.

Bai Su explained softly, "I used some special medicine."

The whole process took less than fifteen seconds. All five Japanese soldiers were killed, and apart from the muffled thud of their bodies falling to the ground, there was no other sound.

"Well done," I said, giving Lin Zhi and Bai Su an approving look.

"Me, Leng Xing, Lu Guang, Qian Lai, and Lu Yuan, the five of us will change into Japanese military uniforms and pretend to be a patrol team. The remaining seven of you—Lei Dachui, Zheng Dapao, Bai Su, Song Jiahao, Jia Zhen, Ye Qiao, and Lin Zhi—will pretend to be prisoners we have captured."

Just do it.

The five of us quickly changed into Japanese military uniforms. I put on a sergeant's uniform, while the other seven loosely tied their wrists with rope, pretending to be prisoners.

"Let's go!" I mimicked the way the Japanese soldiers walked, leading four of my men and seven prisoners, and swaggered towards Majia Town.

The searchlight swept over, and the sentry asked in R, to which I replied fluently, "We've caught a group of suspicious individuals; take them in for questioning!"

The sentry recognized the accent perfectly and waved them through.

Once we entered the town and saw any lone Japanese soldiers, if there were five or fewer of them, we would knock them unconscious and pretend to be prisoners. Once we had seven people, the prisoners could turn around—physically, we could swagger around the town.