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

How powerful was that slap?

Jia Zhangshi's nearly 200-pound obese body was actually whipped so hard that her feet left the ground and she flew backward with a "whoosh"!

"Bang!"

She slammed heavily against the door frame behind her, then slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

"puff!"

Madam Jia opened her leaky mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth. Half of her face swelled up to a purplish-black color instantly, her eyes rolled back, and before she could even let out a scream, she fainted!

The entire room fell silent!

All the beasts were terrified, their breaths stopped.

Yi Zhonghai's legs went weak, and he slumped against the wall, his back soaked with cold sweat. He had seen it clearly: He Yuzhu's slap hadn't held back at all. It was a truly murderous attack!

Qin Huairu looked at her mother-in-law, who had fainted on the ground, and trembled with fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that if she didn't stand up and say something nice at this moment, the Jia family might really be in big trouble.

Qin Huairu immediately adopted a pitiful, tearful, and aggrieved expression. Her large, watery eyes looked at He Yuzhu, and her voice was so soft and sweet that it seemed to drip water.

"Brother Zhuzi...you...please calm down. My mother-in-law is old and confused; she doesn't always listen to what she says. Please be magnanimous and, for the sake of us being neighbors, don't take it to heart, okay?"

As Qin Huairu spoke, she deliberately puffed out her voluptuous figure, trying to win He Yuzhu's sympathy with her tried-and-true "green tea" tactics.

In her mind, Sha Zhu was a simpleton who couldn't resist beautiful women. She was sure he would soften if she showed a little weakness and shed a couple of tears.

however.

Qin Huairu miscalculated one thing.

The man in front of her was no longer the "foolish Zhu" she used to manipulate!

He Yuzhu coldly looked at Qin Huairu's affected posture, his eyes showing no pity or infatuation, only deep disgust and contempt.

On the Korean battlefield, he saw female soldiers from the cultural troupe burned to a crisp by napalm bombs while protecting the wounded; he saw Korean women fall under enemy machine gun fire while trying to deliver a hot meal to the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Those women are the real heroes, the women who deserve our respect!

In He Yuzhu's eyes, this vampire who only knew how to pose and use tears to gain sympathy was even more disgusting than maggots in a latrine!

Stop with your disgusting tricks!

He Yuzhu gave a cold shout, mercilessly exposing Qin Huairu's pretense.

"Who the hell are you calling 'Brother Zhu'? I'm He Yuzhu, the guard platoon leader of the Special Forces Division! Who do you think you are, to presume to be on my good side?"

He Yuzhu stepped forward, and the powerful pressure forced Qin Huairu to retreat repeatedly, her face turning pale.

"Your mother-in-law is old? Does that give you the right to insult our volunteer soldiers who are fighting so hard on the front lines?! While I was freezing to the point of being unable to urinate at Chosin Reservoir, while I was stuffing explosives under American tanks, you parasites were living the high life in Beijing!"

He Yuzhu's voice was like a thunderous roar, echoing throughout the entire courtyard.

"These hands of mine have killed dozens of American devils! They're stained with the enemy's brains and blood!"

"Clang!"

He Yuzhu suddenly pulled out a captured American M3 combat knife from his waist and stabbed it hard into the bluestone table in the center of the courtyard!

Sparks flew as the saber sank straight into the hilt!

"You blind bastards, listen up!"

He Yuzhu looked around at Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and the others who were trembling with fear, like a mad lion declaring its territory.

"From today onwards, anyone who dares to gossip about the He family behind their backs, anyone who dares to provoke Brother Lin's family again!"

He Yuzhu drew his Type 54 pistol from his waist, chambered a bullet with a "click," and pressed the muzzle directly against the military knife on the stone table.

"I'll show him whether the bullets in this gun have eyes or not!"

Domineering! Iron-blooded! Killer intent soaring to the heavens!

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, and the others were so frightened that they all took a big step back, their faces ashen, and they didn't dare to utter a single word.

They finally realized this deeply.

That foolish Zhu, who was bullied by everyone, has died in the icy snow of North Korea.

Standing before them now was a figure who had truly crawled out of a pile of corpses.

A ruthless killing god who has Lin Yang, a towering mountain, as his backer and could draw his gun and kill at any moment!

This courtyard house has been completely trampled underfoot by the Lin and He families!

"Zheng—!"

The captured American M3 combat knife was embedded firmly into the hard bluestone tabletop of the courtyard.

The hilt of the knife trembled violently in the cold wind, emitting a teeth-grinding hum.

At this moment, the entire courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang fell into a deathly silence, like that of a tomb.

He Yuzhu's eyes, gleaming with the stench of blood and flesh emanating from mountains of corpses, slowly swept over everyone present. No one dared meet his gaze; it was as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, making even their breathing tremble.

Until He Yuzhu drew his military knife, turned around and put it back in the leather scabbard at his waist, strode back into the He family house, and slammed the door shut.

The suffocating oppressive feeling in the courtyard had barely dissipated a little.

The crowd was like a swarm of frightened rats; not a single person dared to utter a word. They all lowered their heads and hurriedly fled back to their houses.

Inside the east wing.

Yi Zhonghai, like a soulless walking corpse, staggered across the threshold. He didn't take off his shoes, but lay down directly on the cold kang (heated brick bed), his eyes staring blankly at the yellowed Chengchen.

Aunt Yi was holding an enamel mug, her hands trembling uncontrollably. A few drops of hot water spilled from the mug, scalding the back of her hands, but she was completely unaware.

"Old Yi... this silly Zhu... no, this He Yuzhu, how did he turn into this Yama King?" Aunt Yi's voice was filled with sobs.

Yi Zhonghai closed his eyes, and two lines of turbid tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes, seeping into his graying temples.

regret!

A deep regret, enough to tear his internal organs apart, churned wildly in his chest!

Yi Zhonghai spent his whole life scheming, his mind filled with thoughts of how to find a reliable person to take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days.

Back then, among the younger generation in this courtyard, Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu were the most outstanding.

He disliked He Yuzhu for his muddle-headed personality, bad temper, and lack of discipline, and ultimately chose Jia Dongxu, who appeared to be obedient and honest but was actually selfish and cowardly, as his apprentice.

In order to pave the way for Jia Dongxu and to win over the Jia family, he even went so far as to take sides and conspire to seize Lin Fan's house, thus offending the Lin brothers to the core.