Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Lin Yang's brain was working at lightning speed, and a deadly tactic instantly took shape.

"Old Li, listen up! Immediately have your regiment set all mortars and heavy machine guns aimed at the two armored vehicles at the front and rear of the convoy! Take my gunfire as your signal and fire hard! Completely cut off their escape routes and draw all the military police's fire!"

"I'll lead the assault battalion, sneaking down the cliff on the flank and directly attacking their headquarters! We'll trap them like turtles in a jar!"

"Alright! I'll go arrange it right away! You better not let that old bastard get away!" Li Yunlong hung up the call.

Lin Yang turned his head and looked at the assault battalion soldiers behind him.

"All hands on deck! Fix bayonets! Prepare for battle!"

Lin Yang drew his military dagger from his waist, his eyes like those of a wolf king eyeing its prey.

"Brothers! Sitting below is the highest-ranking American general! Capture him alive, and we've won half the battle! Nobody's allowed to falter today!"

"Yes!" He Yuzhu and the soldiers lowered their voices and pulled back their bolts in unison.

Two minutes later.

The U.S. military escort convoy had just reached the narrowest point of the road, a bottleneck with steep slopes on both sides.

Sitting in the car, MacArthur took the pipe out of his mouth and said somewhat irritably to his adjutant in the front seat, "This road is too difficult to travel. Tell the armored vehicles ahead to speed up. I need to get to the Eighth Army headquarters for a meeting."

The adjutant was about to answer.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Two earth-shattering explosions occurred without warning at both ends of the highway!

Li Yunlong's mortar company displayed unparalleled precision. Dozens of shells, as if guided by eyes, struck the two armored vehicles leading the way.

The armored vehicle's tracks were instantly blown off, bursting into flames and paralyzed in the middle of the road, completely blocking the entire highway!

"Da da da da da!"

Immediately afterwards, from the hilltops on both sides, Li Yunlong's heavy machine guns rained down like a storm. The American military police on motorcycles were riddled with bullets, both men and vehicles.

"Enemy attack! Protect the general!"

The U.S. military adjutant roared in terror and drew his pistol.

MacArthur's face changed instantly; his signature sunglasses fell to the ground, and his corncob pipe broke in two. This once-arrogant five-star general finally felt the fear of death.

The U.S. military police reacted quickly, immediately relying on jeeps to launch a fierce counterattack against the hills on both sides.

Just when all the US military's attention was drawn to Li Yunlong's artillery fire.

"kill!"

A deafening roar erupted from a steep slope on the side of the road.

Lin Yang, like a soaring eagle, led hundreds of elite special forces assault team members down a steep slope more than ten meters high, like an incomparably sharp knife, instantly piercing the core of the US military convoy!

Close combat! Night combat! Melee!

This is the most skilled technique that Chinese soldiers excel at!

He Yuzhu took the lead, holding a PPSh submachine gun, and swept down two American bodyguards who were trying to approach MacArthur's jeep with a burst of bullets.

He then threw away his submachine gun, which was empty of bullets, drew his broadsword, rushed forward, kicked a U.S. military policeman away, and slammed the back of the blade into the back of another U.S. soldier's head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Lin Yang moved even faster, weaving through the hail of bullets like a ghost, his military dagger flashing deadly in the sunlight.

In less than five minutes.

Dozens of elite U.S. military police were wiped out in the face of the Special Independent Division's unreasonable assault!

Lin Yang strode to the middle jeep and yanked open the door.

MacArthur held a small revolver in his hand, his trembling hands pointing it at Lin Yang. His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep despair.

He couldn't understand how such a terrifyingly powerful Chinese army could suddenly emerge in this rear area, which was tightly controlled by the US military!

Lin Yang stared at him coldly, without drawing his gun.

He suddenly reached out his left hand and, with lightning speed, grabbed MacArthur's wrist, which was holding the gun, and twisted it forcefully.

"Ah!" MacArthur cried out in pain as his pistol fell into the carriage.

Lin Yang grabbed the five-star general by the collar with one hand and dragged him out of the jeep like a chick, slamming him heavily onto the muddy road.

"Pillar! Tie him up!" Lin Yang shouted coldly.

"Alright!"

He Yuzhu was so excited that his face turned red. He pulled out a sturdy hemp rope from his waist and quickly tied the arrogant American general up like a tightly wrapped rice dumpling.

MacArthur lay in the mud, his crisp general's uniform stained with grime, cursing angrily in English.

He Yuzhu couldn't understand what he was shouting, but he knew the proper way to treat prisoners. Without hesitation, he raised his rifle butt and slammed it into MacArthur's back.

"Behave yourself! Once you're in the hands of our Volunteer Army, whether you're a five-star general or the Jade Emperor, you'll all have to be subservient to us!" He Yuzhu glared and cursed.

At this moment, Li Yunlong also led his men down the mountain.

When he saw MacArthur tied to the ground, looking disheveled, the iron-willed commander jumped three feet high with excitement.

"Hahaha! Yoko! Well done! You fucking caught this big fish!"

Li Yunlong walked up to MacArthur, kicked his boot, and looked smug and arrogant.

"So you're MacArthur, the one who wants to end the war before Christmas? Let me tell you, my name is Li Yunlong! Today, I'll show you who really calls the shots on this peninsula!"

This astonishing scene unfolded and ended in an extremely short time.

When a large number of US reinforcements and fighter jets arrived at the scene, apart from the corpses scattered all over the ground and the burning jeeps, not even a single footprint of the Chinese soldiers was left.

……

When the news reached the headquarters of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, General Peng was so excited that he sent a top-secret telegram to the Central Military Commission overnight.

The central government was shaken! The great leader personally issued instructions:

Secretly escort MacArthur back to the United States! Hold a public trial and parade him through the streets of Beiping! Use this living example to completely shatter the arrogance of American imperialism and strip them of all their bargaining chips at the negotiating table!

half a month later.

The city of Beijing witnessed its most exciting and frenzied day since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Crowds thronged both sides of Chang'an Avenue, with red flags waving in the breeze. Millions of citizens spontaneously flooded the streets, completely blocking the road.

Everyone knew some exciting news: the US commander-in-chief who threatened to drop an atomic bomb on China had been captured alive by our volunteer army and would be paraded through the streets of Beijing today!