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

It was He Yuzhu, who had just returned victorious from the Korean battlefield!

He Yuzhu at this time was no longer the naive cook who only knew how to be brave and fierce in the courtyard and was called "Silly Zhu".

During his three years in the Special Mountain Independent Division, under the personal tutelage of Lin Yang, he participated in hundreds of infiltration, night raids, and decapitation strikes. The number of American soldiers he killed was too many to count on two hands.

He is now a platoon leader in the guard company of a special forces division! He is a true veteran who has seen blood and killed people!

He Yuzhu stood in the center of the front yard, took a deep breath, and smelled the long-lost smell of coal smoke and soy milk. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"I, He Yuzhu, have returned alive!"

He didn't make a loud noise, but walked steadily towards the central courtyard.

At this time, the people in the courtyard began to get up and wash one after another.

The third uncle in the front yard, Yan Bugui, was holding a broken porcelain basin, preparing to pour water.

When he looked up and saw the officer in front of him, who exuded murderous intent and looked like a god of death, his hand trembled, and the porcelain basin fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing water all over the floor.

"You...you are..." Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, stared intently at He Yuzhu's face for a long time, and suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

"Idiot...Idiot Zhu?! You're Idiot Zhu?!"

The scream instantly alerted everyone in the middle and back courtyards.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong ran out, wearing clothes on.

When they saw He Yuzhu standing in the center of the courtyard, they were all stunned and speechless.

Where is this the cook they used to order around and manipulate at will?

That crisp officer's uniform! That dark, gleaming pistol at his waist! And that hideous scar and those cold, wolf-like eyes!

This is clearly a murderous monster who crawled out of hell!

"Pillar?!"

He Daqing was carrying a lunchbox out of the house when he saw He Yuzhu, and the lunchbox fell to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes, took two steps forward in disbelief, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Zhu Zi...is it really you? You're back alive?"

He Yuzhu looked at his father, whose hair was completely white, and his eyes welled up with tears. He quickly stepped forward, stood with his legs together, and gave He Daqing a very solemn military salute.

"Father! He Yuzhu, platoon leader of the guard company of the Special Mountain Independent Division, reporting for duty! Your son has returned unharmed!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, He Daqing burst into tears, grabbed He Yuzhu's strong body, and wailed loudly.

"Thank God! The He family line is still alive! My son not only came back alive, but he also became an officer! Hahahaha!" He Daqing cried and laughed, so proud that he almost raised his chin to the sky.

The beasts in the yard, witnessing this scene, felt a mix of emotions, like a jumbled mess of flavors.

Especially Yi Zhonghai.

He looked at the platoon leader's collar insignia on He Yuzhu's shoulder, and his heart tightened.

He originally thought that He Yuzhu, having gone to North Korea as cannon fodder, would probably never return. Unexpectedly, not only did he come back, but he was also promoted! Following Lin Yang, that living devil, He Yuzhu has now become an absolute tyrant in the compound, someone no one dares to mess with!

"The He family has finally turned their lives around..." Yi Zhonghai sighed bitterly to himself.

Just as the father and son embraced and wept bitterly, leaving everyone in shock.

The door to the Jia family's house in the corner of the courtyard suddenly creaked open.

A pregnant, rather attractive young woman came out carrying a basin of water for washing her face.

It was Qin Huairu!

Two years ago, Jia Dongxu still managed to marry Qin Huairu from the countryside and bring her to the city. Now, Qin Huairu is pregnant with Jia's second child and exudes the voluptuousness unique to young women.

Following behind Qin Huairu was Jia Zhangshi, whose old face was becoming increasingly mean.

As soon as Jia Zhangshi stepped outside, she saw He Yuzhu, who was wearing an officer's uniform.

Her triangular eyes widened instantly, and the fire of jealousy in her heart blazed fiercely as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured on it.

She didn't care what He Yuzhu's current status was. In her narrow and vicious mind, He Yuzhu would always be that "foolish Zhu" who could be bullied at will.

"Hey! Who was wailing here? Oh, it's Sha Zhu back!"

With her hands on her hips, Jia Zhangshi spewed out a string of vicious swear words from her foul mouth.

"What's wrong? You went to North Korea and didn't die under those foreign devils' bullets? You're pretty lucky! Wearing that uniform, you think you're something special? I bet you're just a cook in the rear, cleaning up after people! What are you pretending to be so important for!"

Jia Zhangshi's insults became increasingly vulgar, and she even spat a mouthful of phlegm in He Yuzhu's direction.

"A platoon leader, my foot! Bah! A cook with no descendants, even if he were the King of Heaven, he'd still be a brainless idiot! What good deeds did your He family ancestors accumulate to deserve this body killing you?"

These words were spoken.

The air in the entire courtyard instantly dropped to freezing point.

Deathly silence!

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were terrified and retreated repeatedly, afraid of being implicated by this crazy old hag.

Qin Huairu turned deathly pale with fright, and the basin in her hand clattered to the ground, splashing water onto her cotton shoes. She had heard from people in the factory that soldiers who had come from the Korean War were ruthless killers!

He Daqing was about to lash out.

He Yuzhu gently patted his father's shoulder, stopping him.

He Yuzhu slowly turned around.

He did not fly into a rage, nor did he start cursing.

His eyes, like those of a grim reaper, coldly locked onto Jia Zhangshi.

He strode forward with his long legs, clad in heavy military boots, step by step, toward Jia Zhangshi.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The heavy footsteps echoed in the silent courtyard, as if stepping on everyone's hearts.

Looking at He Yuzhu's expressionless face, especially the hideous scar, Jia Zhangshi felt a sudden, unprecedented fear surge within her. She instinctively took two steps back, shouting menacingly, "You...what do you want to do! You dare hit an old person? I'll report you to the neighborhood committee!"

He Yuzhu walked up to Jia Zhangshi and stopped.

He suddenly grinned.

That smile was cruel, cold, and reeked of bloodshed.

"Old hag, you've had too much of a peaceful life in Beijing. Don't you know how to spell 'death'?"

He Yuzhu's voice was very low, yet it sounded like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Before he could finish speaking...

He Yuzhu suddenly raised his right hand.

That large hand, which had snapped the necks of American soldiers on the battlefield and gripped the barrels of scorching hot machine guns, lashed out with a sharp, mournful sound!

"Smack!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, exploded over the courtyard!