Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, that old fellow, hid in a rather cunning spot underground, probably to prepare an escape route. Ogisu Ritsuhei was also there. I really don't want to use the phrase "inseparable as Meng and Jiao," they're more like two old freaks.

Heading in that direction, the closer we got, the more Japanese soldiers we encountered on the streets. Patrols came one after another, and sentries, both visible and hidden, were everywhere.

The Japanese set up three lines of defense, each with sandbags piled up more than three meters high. There were no civilians in the surrounding houses, only Japanese soldiers.

This scene suggests that at least five thousand people are crammed into this neighborhood.

That old devil Ogiju Ritsubin really piled up half a division at the Prince's doorstep.

Okay, then you won't be polite.

He pulled out a Type 92 heavy machine gun, stood on one leg like a rooster, and held the 30-plus kilogram iron lump in his arms like a toy. He slung the bullet belt over his shoulder, and with a whoosh, 250 rounds of ammunition were ready.

Heavy machine guns are clearing the way!

Muda muda muda, ora ora ora.

The muzzle flash was half a meter long, tearing a crimson slit in the fog. There was no recoil, and the bullet flew in a straight line.

The sandbags in the first fortification exploded in the middle, and the Japanese soldiers were shattered before they could even react.

He crawled into the helmet, and his head exploded.

It pierced his chest, leaving a gaping hole.

It swept across the leg, and the leg flew off the body.

Blood mist exploded in the streets, one cloud after another; two hundred and fifty bullets took the lives of two hundred Japanese soldiers.

I threw the scorching hot machine gun to the ground, and with a flick of my wrist, I loaded the second ammunition belt. The remaining Japanese soldiers reacted and began to return fire.

"Look at the location of the flash! Fire!"

"Let's fight together!"

Hundreds of rifles and a dozen machine guns opened fire simultaneously, hitting the rooftops inside and outside the house, and the walls around me, sending sparks flying everywhere.

If I find a flame suppressor, I'll be invincible! I'm not afraid now, I'm going to use expert tactics.

Run and fight!

No scope!

One word: fast; two words: accurate; three words: ruthless.

With a push of his feet, while still in mid-air, he had already turned the heavy machine gun in his hand, pulling the trigger and spraying bullets in different directions. The muzzle flashes were like will-o'-the-wisps, flickering left and right, forward and backward, up and down.

The Japanese soldiers have gone mad; they're completely baffled.

"Where is the enemy?!"

"They're everywhere! At least ten machine guns firing from different positions!"

"No! There are twenty! Listen, to the left, to the right, to the front, they're all going off!"

The bunker command center was in an uproar.

"The first line of defenses has been breached! Repeat, the first line of defenses has been breached! The enemy's firepower is extremely heavy, at least a battalion's worth of heavy machine guns!"

"Second defense zone report: Encountering indirect fire! Suspected mortar fire!"

"Enemy activity detected at the third line of defense! Number unknown, but heavy gunfire!"

Ogizu Ritsuhei's face was ashen as he stared at the area marked with a red cross on the map. The chief of staff wiped his sweat: "General, according to reports from the various units, the enemy has committed at least a full battalion—no, possibly a regiment—in a simultaneous assault. But how did they enter the city so silently? The city wall defenders didn't report anything unusual!"

"The city walls?" Ogizu Rikihei looked up abruptly. "Any news about the city walls?"

The communications soldier shook his head: "The silence has lasted for more than twenty minutes, and the messenger sent out hasn't returned."

As they were talking, a violent tremor came from the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions came from three different directions, with very short intervals, and dust fell from the top of the bunker.

"This is... artillery fire?" The chief of staff's voice trembled. "They've advanced their artillery into the city?!"

Ogisu Ritsubei rushed to the observation slit, though thick fog enveloped the area outside. Listening to the gunfire, explosions, and screams, his face grew paler as he muttered, "They must have found a passage we don't know about and brought the main force in!"

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko slumped in his chair, his lips trembling: "Then...then we..."

Ogishu Riki turned around, his eyes resolute: "Your Highness, we cannot stay here. The enemy is prepared; I suggest we relocate immediately!"

"Relocate? Where to?"

"Outside the city, I've arranged for a car to take us directly to Nanshi."

Ogisu Rikibei grabbed the phone. "Order: All units hold out to the death! Hold off the enemy at all costs! Command will personally oversee the battle from the front lines!"

After hanging up the phone, he whispered to Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, "Your Highness, let's go. Let them stall for time here."

Escorted by a squad of elite guards, the two slipped into the emergency passage deep within the bunker. Knowing their location, I kept a close watch on them with my keen eyes; these two were actually trying to escape, almost out of the city.

This was alarming. Looking at the second fortification, there were 1,800 people gathered here, relying on sturdy buildings and barricades to form a complete defensive system.

No time to play with them. He put away the crane gun, took a deep breath, and unleashed the full power of the Ladder Cloud Leap.

We shot vertically into the sky like cannonballs, thick fog whistling past our ears, the ground rapidly shrinking. Reaching a height of fifty meters, Li Wang had me hover in the air, locking onto the area with the densest concentration of fortifications below.

Lift your right leg.

Tathagata's divine feet! ! !

A gigantic foot, enveloped in golden light, stomped down from the sky. The Japanese soldiers on the ground heard the whooshing sound above them and looked up. Through the thick fog, they saw a giant foot covering half a street, descending with earth-shattering force.

"What...what is that?!"

"run!!!"

It was too late; my feet hit the ground.

Boom!

crush.

The ground of the entire block sank down, like an anthill that had been trampled. Sandbag fortifications, barricades, houses, and human bodies were all reduced to dust by that one step.

With one kick, more than a thousand Japanese soldiers were turned into mincemeat.

I fell from the sky, landing in the center of the enormous footprint left by the Buddha. Around me was a pit two meters deep, the bottom of which was a bloody mess of flesh and blood, indistinguishable from one another.

The surviving Japanese soldiers were terrified and turned to run away.

"How could you let me get away?" He pulled out three boxes of grenades.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions harvested the living creatures.

The second line of defenses was completely destroyed.

The third fortification was two streets away. The Japanese soldiers there had already heard the commotion and were organizing their defenses under the shouts of their officers. He pulled out the last Type 92 infantry gun from his spatial storage and mounted it on the edge of the pit created by the Buddha's foot.

Load the ammunition and aim.

The shell struck the ammunition pile in the very center of the third fortification.

Rumble!!!

Psychotic explosion.

Flames shot into the sky, setting half the street of houses ablaze.

The Japanese soldiers screamed and rolled around in the sea of ​​fire.

I put away the cannon, activated the Earth's Intimate One, filled the crater beneath my feet, and unleashed the full power of the Cloud Ladder, leaping between rooftops and crossing the sea of ​​fire.

The bunker entrance was right in front of us, with the last fifty guards standing at the door.

I didn't stop, I just charged in. What's the point of shooting me, baby? I'm immortal.

The person who opened the window flashed a blue light, leaving behind a pile of headless corpses.

It's really baffling.

I rushed into the main bunker. The remaining staff officers were already hiding on the table, too afraid to come out. I crawled into the tunnel and began the chase.

Oh, and incidentally, I also left these staff officers half a box of grenades without safety pins. I'm so kind.

The tunnel was lit by an oil lamp every ten meters on the wall. After walking up thirty stone steps, there was a straight line. The walls on both sides were scraped flat, which showed that the construction had been prepared long ago.

That old coward is as cowardly as he is. I walked straight ahead and there was a corner where twelve people were waiting for me.

His chest, back, and waist were densely covered with cylindrical explosives, the fuses burning!

Holy crap, these are Yordle Bombers! You know what, their height actually matches. Their eyes are bloodshot, and they're foaming at the mouth. They've either been injected or taken some kind of drug.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!!!"

"Let's die together!!!"

The twelve people roared at the same time, spread their arms, and charged at me with their last bit of strength.

Rumble! ...

Starting from the corner, the entire tunnel collapsed section by section, like a set of firecrackers being set on fire. Earth and rocks poured down, the tunnel was blasted apart, boulders weighing several tons crashed down, and the stone walls on both sides crumbled inward.

I was buried under hundreds of tons of rubble. Five kilometers outside the tunnel exit, Ogisu Rikihei and Prince Asaka Yasuhiko heard the loud noise while getting into their car.

A thick plume of smoke billowed from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

"General!" The driver's face turned pale. "The tunnel... has exploded!"

Ogisu Ritsuhei paused for two seconds, then smiled, glancing back at the direction where smoke and dust billowed into the sky. A wide grin spread across his face. "Good...good! Those suicide squad members, well done!"

He yelled at the driver, "Keep going at full speed! We must get to Tainan City as soon as possible!" The armored car's engine roared as it accelerated wildly along the dirt road.

Ritsuhei Ogisu wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, who was still trembling, saying, "Your Highness, we are safe."

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko's lips trembled: "R-really?"

"Absolutely true!" Ogizu Ritsuhei's eyes flashed with malice. "I planted a full five hundred kilograms of explosives in the tunnel, with seven pre-set detonation points. You heard the explosion just now; it was a chain reaction of collapses. The entire tunnel has become a solid tomb. Even if they had extraordinary abilities, they would be buried alive!"

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko let out a long sigh of relief, slumped back in his seat, and murmured, "That's good...that's good..."

Outside the car window, the smoke and dust rising from the direction of the tunnel were still billowing, like the marker of a new grave.

Underground, hundreds of meters deep.

I lay in absolute darkness and oppression, my immortal body constantly regenerating itself, and the Earth Intimates activated.

Centered on me, all the soil, rocks, and collapsed rock layers pressing down on me began to wriggle and automatically parted to create a circular passage.

I stood up, shook my neck, and followed the passage to the outskirts of the city. In the distance, the cars had almost become tiny black dots, having traveled at least eight kilometers.

But is it far enough?

I raised my right hand, bringing my index and middle fingers together.

"Magic Crystal Arrow"

An ice-blue arrow appeared in his hand. The arrow was transparent, with a galaxy spinning inside. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the grass instantly frosted over.

Lock, release!

The light arrow leaves the bowstring silently, yet its speed surpasses the limits of physics, arriving in a second; the farther away, the longer the dizziness lasts.

boom! ! !

The car was frozen solid, and the three people inside were knocked unconscious.

Using my light-footed skill, I was standing beside the car in just a few minutes, a chill emanating from it. The entire car resembled a meticulously crafted ice sculpture, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, and the expressions of the three people inside were frozen in time.

I dragged out Prince Asaka Yasuhiko first; that old beast was rock hard. Then I pulled out Ogishu Rikihei. Looking at those two beasts, I stabbed each of them, rendering them mentally impaired. After all, they would be handed over to the people for judgment; I couldn't let them spout nonsense.

With a wave of his hand, he stored the entire frozen car into the fourth-dimensional space; no waste.

I took them back to Wushi, and it was already 7 o'clock, the agreed time, so I ended the audio source fog ahead of schedule.

The column arrived, and the bugle call to charge rang out loudly.

Beep be ...

The real all-out offensive began. Red flags unfurled at the front of the ranks, like a burning ocean. The soldiers roared with fury, guns at the ready, and surged towards Wushi.

At 8:24 a.m., the largest red flag was raised on the top of the Drum Tower in the city center, fluttering in the wind.

The city was completely liberated.