Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

On the runway of Dingbao Airport, eighteen planes gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

I waved to Ye Qiao, and she crouched down and ran over quickly.

"Get everyone together," I said in a low voice.

Ye Qiao nodded and turned to make a few simple hand gestures to the group leaders behind her. Thirty-odd dark figures silently gathered behind a half-collapsed hangar beside the runway, forming a circle.

"The planes have all been inspected and refueled." I spoke softly to make sure everyone could hear me. "Now, according to the pre-arranged plan, another team will come to pick up the airport and these planes."

Upon hearing this, several team members looked slightly puzzled, as this had not been mentioned in the plan.

But I didn't give them time to think it over.

"God of Magic - Bewitching Spell"

The effect was immediate. The doubts on the team members' faces faded, and their eyes became more compliant and calm, waiting for me to continue.

"The support team will be here soon." My tone was calm and unquestionable. "Their mission is to take the plane away. Our mission is to immediately evacuate the airport and wait at the designated assembly point on the outskirts, ready to carry out the next mission."

"Yes!" came the deep reply without any hesitation.

"Now, everyone, retreat quietly along the route we came from. One group will cover the rear and clean up any traces we leave behind. Let's go."

The commands are concise and clear.

The team members immediately turned around and, using the shadows and obstacles as cover, silently slipped into the gap in the barbed wire fence surrounding the airport, just as they had come. No one looked back at the planes again.

I stayed behind, watching my teammates disappear one by one into the dark woods outside the airport.

When the last person's back was no longer visible, I turned around and faced the empty runway and the eighteen silent iron birds.

A night breeze blew by, stirring up fine dust.

He raised his right hand and waved it gently at the entire fleet of aircraft.

"The God of Space, take it."

The space before them seemed to have been gently swept away by an invisible hand. The eighteen planes on the runway, the tanker trucks beside them, the parts boxes piled up at the hangar entrance—everything vanished into thin air in the same instant.

All that remained was flat land and the dark outline of a hangar in the distance, so clean it was as if airplanes had never landed there.

I put my hand down, turned around, and slowly walked towards the direction where the team members had retreated.

They passed through a gap in the barbed wire fence, entered the woods, and quickly caught up with the waiting group.

Ye Qiao came forward: "Captain, everyone's out. The support team..."

"They've taken over," I interrupted her casually. "Now we're moving on to our next target: tanks."

The team members showed no abnormalities.

The effects of the deception were still in effect, and they accepted the fact that the support team had successfully taken over the plane as a matter of course, without even asking why they hadn't seen any of the support team members.

At a tank camp on the outskirts of Shijiazhuang, the same process was repeated once again.

Raid, take control, clean up.

The team members moved even faster and more fiercely. I remained on the sidelines, intervening only subtly at the most crucial moments.

The battle was over, and I looked at the thirty-seven tanks on the field.

I told the team members who surrounded me, "Just like at the airport, the support team will handle these tanks. We need to evacuate immediately and move on to the next location."

The spell of confusion was cast again, dispelling any possible doubts.

Without hesitation, the team members began to retreat quickly out of the camp.

I stayed behind, watching them walk away, then turned and waved again at the tank formation. The steel behemoths vanished silently.

I caught up with the group.

In just two days, Handan, Xingtai, Hengyang, Cangzhou, and Zhangjiakou saw eleven leaps, eleven captures, and eleven transfers.

The team members grew rapidly during the intense battles, and in the latter half of the second night, we teleported for the last time. We returned to the deep mountains of Shanxi, to that secret stone platform we had arranged with the brigade commander.

The team members landed, almost exhausted, but the defensive formation was still formed instantly.

"Rest where you are."

Only then did I completely release the effects of the confusion spell I had been maintaining, and quietly activated the God of Deception.

This time, it was a systematic process of weaving and covering memories. They drove back the planes and tanks, and the whole trip took a total of 7 days.

"God of Magic - Deep Sleep"

A gentle, invisible wave enveloped all the team members, offering the deepest solace and rest. Their eyelids quickly grew heavy, their breathing became long and even, their tense muscles completely relaxed, and one by one they drifted into a dreamless, deep sleep. The fatigue, tension, and pain accumulated over the past seven days were all guided towards the deepest level of repair under the influence of this magic.

Thirty-six team members lay sprawled on the cold stone slab, sleeping like babies.

I stood up and walked to the center of the stone platform.

The moonlight was very bright.

It's time to put the goods out on display.

My thoughts drifted into that secluded storage space.

"God of Space"

Silently, the quiet stone slab began to be filled.

One by one, airplanes, from illusion to reality, landed steadily, their wings reflecting the cold moonlight.

Tanks, their steel outlines visible, their tracks deeply embedded in the soil.

Boxes of parts, oil drums, and tools were piled up like mountains.

A few minutes later.

More than seventy aircraft of various types, nearly fifty tanks, and a massive amount of supplies filled this huge stone platform to the brim, leaving almost no room to step. The cold, metallic forest stood silently under the moonlight, exuding the smell of engine oil and steel.

I walked to a higher spot on the edge of the stone platform to make sure I could see the entire "freight yard".

Then, he took out the modified, simple telegraph machine from his pocket.

Press the button.

A faint, rhythmic ticking sound of electricity rose in the silent valley where only snoring could be heard, carrying towards the brigade headquarters.

The signal was simple and repetitive, but it was enough for the brigade commander to understand: "All in position, proceed immediately."

After sending the signal, I walked back to where the team members were sleeping, found a relatively flat rock to sit on, and leaned against the cold rock wall.

I looked at my sleeping brothers, and then at the awe-inspiring torrent of steel under the moonlight.

Next, we'll wait for the brigade commander's expression when he sees this generous gift.

I closed my eyes too.

They will wake up in three days.

And I should take a nap. The valley fell completely silent, with only the sound of long breaths and the faint whistling of the night wind brushing against the metal surface.