Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

The night was deep, and the courtyard was already quiet.

He had already crawled into bed and fallen asleep early. He Yuzhu carefully packed away the things he had just brought back, stuffing them into the deepest part of the dresser. He then carefully checked the doors and windows again to make sure there were no flaws before he breathed a sigh of relief, lay back down on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest.

He had important things on his mind and couldn't sleep soundly at all.

As dawn broke and the light outside the window was still a pale gray, He Yuzhu suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of bed.

Normally he could stay up until the sun was high in the sky at this time, but today he wasn't sleepy at all.

His commotion was quite loud; as soon as he stepped out of the room, he bumped into his father, He Daqing, who was also unusually early in the morning.

He Daqing rubbed his eyes, looked his son up and down, and said with a surprised expression, "Zhuzi, why are you up so early today? Did the sun rise in the west?"

He Yuzhu wiped his face, his voice still a little hoarse: "I can't sleep, something's on my mind."

"Hey, that's quite a sight." He Daqing leaned in, and after He Yuzhu finished his hasty washing up, he immediately pulled him into the house, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Could you get a little more of the stuff you brought back yesterday?"

He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow: "What, is Fengzeyuan's kitchen also short of these in-demand items?"

"It's not about the store." He Daqing's face darkened, and he lowered his voice even further. "I just want to stock up more. Things are getting weirder and weirder outside. It could get chaotic any day. I'll feel more at ease if I have stock on hand."

He Yuzhu sneered inwardly.

April is here, and the weather is about to change.

After those people entered the city, the lives of ordinary people not only did not improve, but became harder and harder every day. The only good thing was that they had some money in their hands, which allowed them to barely buy some fine grains and meat.

But the price changes every day, and in the end it will only become frighteningly expensive.

"We should be able to get a little more," He Yuzhu nodded. "How much do you want?"

"The more the better, of course!" He Daqing's eyes lit up. "If we could get some grain, that would be even better."

He Yuzhu admired his father; while he might not be good at much else, his sensitivity to the ways of the world was top-notch. Not only did he want to stockpile goods to protect himself, but judging from his eyes, he clearly also wanted to take advantage of the situation and make a quick profit.

"Okay, I'll go ask around today." He Yuzhu paused, "Do we have enough money? What if we have the goods but can't pay for them?"

"You don't need to worry about the money!" He Daqing patted his chest, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness. "Just go and ask if there's anything there, and how much. The rest, I'll take care of."

He Yuzhu saw through his father's thoughts at a glance, but didn't point it out.

Anyway, he was going out today, so he might as well use this as an excuse to do something really important.

After a quick breakfast, He Daqing rushed out the door. A very important person was coming to Fengzeyuan for lunch today, and as the head chef, he dared not delay even for a moment.

As soon as his father left, He Yuzhu immediately changed into an inconspicuous old outfit and told his mother, Chen Lanxiang, that he was going out.

Chen Lanxiang was clearing the dishes when she heard this and immediately frowned: "Are you going out again? Didn't you just go out yesterday? It's not safe outside, don't wander around!"

"Mother, it's not that I wanted to run around." He Yuzhu lowered his voice. "Father asked me to ask if we could buy more things to store. He said things aren't looking good outside, so we should prepare early."

Chen Lanxiang's expression turned serious: "Your father mentioned this to me. I know you are skilled and brave, but this time is different. You must be careful not to get into any conflicts with anyone, and especially not to be targeted by those Japanese devils."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," He Yuzhu instructed. "I won't go through the main gate; I'll climb over the wall in the east wing. Please cover for me today. If anyone asks, just say I'm still sleeping in the house, or that I went to help with some work."

"I understand." Chen Lanxiang nodded, then added, "I'll also remind Da Mao not to gossip and cause trouble."

He Yuzhu felt relieved.

Today's mission is a perilous operation to eliminate the enemy, with only a slim chance of survival. Going through the main gate means facing many eyes and ears. If the neighbors see us and the news gets back to the Japanese, we'll be in deep trouble.

He quietly slipped into the east courtyard, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, quickly moved a wooden ladder to the wall, and nimbly climbed up. He peered over the wall and observed carefully; the alley outside was deserted, without a single pedestrian in sight.

He then gently descended the ladder, crouched low, and made his way through several alleys. After confirming that no one was following him, he quickened his pace and headed towards the south of the city.

The further south you go, the more Japanese soldiers you see on the streets.

Guards stood every three steps, sentries every five, the gleam of bayonets hurting the eyes. The area near the city gates was even more heavily guarded, with every passerby being searched and questioned, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

He Yuzhu would deliberately choose to go into secluded and narrow alleys. When he encountered a Japanese patrol team, he would turn over and hide inside the courtyard wall, holding his breath and waiting for them to go far away before making a move.

What usually takes half an hour took more than an hour to walk today.

When he arrived near the dilapidated City God Temple, he took out his pocket watch and saw that it was exactly 8:30.

He hid in the corner, took out his binoculars, and carefully observed the defenses in the direction of the city gate. The number of Japanese soldiers was several times greater than usual, with motorcycles and military trucks lined up in a row, and several Type 11 light machine guns mounted in conspicuous positions, clearly indicating that they were welcoming some important figure.

He Yuzhu circled the ruins of the City God Temple, making sure there were no hidden sentries, and then immediately crawled into the broken walls and rubble. The collapsed beams and broken bricks provided him with an excellent hiding place.

He quickly employed sniper camouflage techniques, hiding himself behind a pile of rubble, his body pressed close to the ground, even his breathing becoming extremely faint.

Not long after, a squad of Japanese soldiers, armed with bayonets fixed, came to search the ruins.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on gravel grew closer, and He Yuzhu tensed up, his fingers unconsciously reaching for the weapon hidden on his body.

On two occasions, the Japanese soldiers' bayonets almost pierced his body; the chill of the blades cutting through the air was clearly felt against his skin.

He was seething with rage, wishing he could burst out and kill those Japanese soldiers on the spot.

But he held back.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

Today's goal is to become a high-ranking official who is worth hundreds or thousands of ordinary Japanese soldiers. We cannot ruin the entire plan because of a momentary impulse.

The Japanese soldiers conducted a haphazard search, found nothing amiss, and left cursing under their breath.

He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, remaining motionless with his eyes fixed on the pocket watch, waiting for the perfect moment.

9:45.

He suddenly emerged from his hiding place, his movements as swift as a ghost.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, without a single Japanese soldier in sight. Looking at the city gate, the guards had increased three or four times in number, a dense, dark mass of Japanese soldiers, the atmosphere extremely tense.

He Yuzhu no longer hesitated and acted immediately.

He found a relatively thick broken wall, took out the tools he carried with him, and quickly dug a hole in the wall.

The movements were swift and clean, and dust fell down in a flurry.

Before long, the three firing ports were completed.

Two were used to mount anti-tank guns, and one was used to mount a machine gun. Their positions, angles, and field of view were all precisely calculated to cover the entire street in front of the city gate.

The next second, he took out two anti-tank guns from his spatial storage, set them up steadily, carefully checked the breech and barrel, calibrated the firing parameters, and then pushed the shells into the barrel one by one, ready to fire at any time.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the MG42 general-purpose machine gun, fixed the tripod, clicked the drum magazine into place, and aimed the shiny barrel at the street corner.

Finally, he grabbed the 98K sniper rifle, lay prone behind the firing port, pressed his eyes against the scope, and steadily locked the crosshairs onto the center of the city gate.

The red dot marked by the system is getting closer and clearer.

Time passed by, second by second.

Fifteen minutes later, the Japanese soldiers at the city gate began to line up neatly, each with their chests out and bellies protruding, their expressions serious.

Ten minutes later, the sound of a car engine approached from afar.

The Japanese soldiers saluted in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Several black sedans slowly drove into the city gate, the one in the middle being clearly better protected and more heavily guarded.

that's it!

He Yuzhu's breath hitched, and the scope steadily followed.

The car window wasn't completely closed. Inside, a middle-aged Japanese officer with glasses, a long, thin face, prominent cheekbones, and a sharp jawline was slightly raising his hand to return the salute to the soldiers outside.

That's right, according to intelligence, this is the target he's going to kill today—Tani Hisao!

This demon, stained with the blood of Chinese people, is destined to die here today.

The car slowly drove into the optimal firing range of the anti-tank gun.

It's now!

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold, and he lightly snapped his index finger.

"boom--"

A crisp and sharp sniper shot shattered the tranquility above the city gate.

In the scope, blood exploded instantly!

The Japanese officer was shot in the head, his body jerked to the side, and he fell directly into the car.

succeed!

Without stopping for a moment, He Yuzhu put away his 98K gun, leaped to the anti-tank gun, and pulled the firing ropes of both guns simultaneously with both hands.

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

Two deafening explosions followed as the shells struck the black sedan with pinpoint accuracy.

The car body was instantly blasted high into the air, tumbled several times, and crashed heavily to the ground, bursting into flames and scattering debris everywhere.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

They never expected that someone would dare to use cannons to ambush the commander's convoy right under the city gate!

He Yuzhu remained expressionless, casually retracting the two anti-tank guns into his spatial storage. He then turned and pounced behind the MG42 machine gun, aiming at the chaotic Japanese soldiers, and fiercely pulled the trigger.

"Tap tap tap tap tap—!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

The iconic tearing sound of the MG42 rang out wildly, like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, sweeping across the Japanese soldiers in droves.

The Japanese soldiers, who had been standing in neat rows just moments before, fell in large numbers in an instant, their screams, cries, gunshots, and explosions all mixed together.

The Japanese soldiers finally realized what was happening, and the convoy braked suddenly. The guards immediately surrounded the vehicles, trying to protect the remaining ones.

Many Japanese soldiers, guns in hand, charged like madmen toward the ruins of the City God Temple, where the gunfire was coming from.

But they never dreamed that the attackers not only had guns, but also cannons!

The first few rows of Japanese soldiers were blown away by the artillery fire, their severed limbs and remains scattered all over the ground. The Japanese soldiers behind them were so frightened that they immediately lay down. Only a few desperate men were still charging forward with gritted teeth.

He Yuzhu's eyes were icy cold, and his hands were as steady as a mountain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several groups of Japanese soldiers carrying grenade launchers, frantically searching for firing positions, wanting to retaliate.

Fortunately, the grenade launcher has a limited range and does not pose a threat to him for the time being.

But the Japanese soldiers were already firing bullets at us like they were free.

Bullets from Type 38 rifles and Type 96 light machine guns rained down on the broken wall where he was hiding, sending stone chips flying and dust billowing everywhere. Several bullets whizzed past his head, emitting a piercing whistle.

Regardless of the consequences, He Yuzhu immediately played the drums and gave them all to the Japanese motorcyclists.

Those Japanese soldiers who tried to reinforce by bicycle were knocked to the ground along with their vehicles and killed instantly.

After emptying the first drum magazine, he quickly switched to the second, turned the muzzle, and aimed it specifically at the Japanese soldiers carrying grenade launchers.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"

The sound of the cloth shredder is cold and ruthless.

The Japanese soldiers fell in droves, their corpses piled up like small mountains.

He fired four drumsticks in one go, and the street corner was already piled with Japanese corpses, at least a hundred of them.

However, the Japanese soldiers were too numerous, and troops kept rushing up from behind. Some Japanese soldiers had already advanced to within a hundred meters of the ruins.

Bullets were seeping into the firing ports and cracks in the wall, grazing his body several times. If he didn't leave soon, he would be surrounded.

He Yuzhu stopped fighting, put away his MG42, and ran away.

He hadn't gone far when a series of explosions came from behind him.

The Japanese mortars and mountain guns began to bombard the ruins of the City God Temple, which were instantly engulfed by artillery fire. Broken walls and rubble were blown into the air, and smoke and dust covered the sky.

He Yuzhu dared not linger. He slipped into a secluded alley, and after confirming that no one was around, he flashed into his own space.

Once he was back in a safe place, his legs gave way and he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

My heart was pounding, and my whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

"That was so exciting..."

He muttered to himself, but couldn't help but reveal a ruthless smile on his face.

This wave killed at least one or two hundred Japanese soldiers and even killed Commander Tani Hisao on the spot, finally avenging part of the blood debt.

He picked up the spring water in the space, took a few sips, and the heat and fatigue were slightly relieved.

After recovering, he suddenly remembered something.

Don't you have to stay in that space for a full 24 hours before you can leave?

If he really stays there for that long, his parents will be frantic with worry if they don't see him come back.

He subconsciously thought: If only I could see what was happening outside.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the scene before him changed. He could actually see through the space and see the movements in the alley outside!

Squads of Japanese soldiers, like mad dogs, rushed into the alley, smashing doors, searching, yelling, and beating and cursing at each house.

Gunshots, the sound of banging on doors, the shouts and curses of the Japanese soldiers, and the screams of the civilians could be clearly heard.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold, and he sighed heavily.

He knew that the Japanese were retaliating in a frenzied manner.

But he was powerless to do anything; going out now would only be a pointless death, and nothing would change.

He could only silently mourn for three seconds in his heart for those innocent people who suffered.

I'll remember this debt.

Today, the lives of these Japanese devils are considered the first batch of sacrifices.

In the future, he will kill more Japanese soldiers and avenge all the compatriots who died tragically!

On the main battlefield, with just one gun and two cannons, it would be impossible for him to reach the enemy commander.

But now, he has done it.

The noise outside grew louder and louder, making people feel irritable.

He Yuzhu stopped looking and cut off all contact with the outside world.

He took out some dried bean stalks from his space, spread them out to make a simple bed, took out a quilt to cover himself, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

Get enough rest and energy.

Once we get out, there are still more Japanese soldiers to kill.