Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

"Come here, all of you," he waved to the team members scattered in the courtyard, and the twelve of them immediately gathered around.

"Listen carefully to this stew from Taishi today. We need to control the heat well. Divide into four groups, each of you take your share, don't fight over it, and don't miss any."

I pointed at Leng Xing: "You take Bai Su, Lin Zhi, and Liu Hou and specifically target the Japanese officers and communications soldiers, doing it quietly."

Leng Xing nodded, looking completely trusting.

"Qian Lai, Lu Guang, Song Jiahao," I turned to the other side, "the three of you are the demolition team. Plant explosives in important places like warehouses, armories, vehicles, and camps. Use all the supplies we brought; if that's not enough, take some from the Japanese."

Qian Lai grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Commander, you know me. If I were to take action, there wouldn't just be one person lying there."

"Alright, stop bragging. And from now on, call me Captain."

"Ye Qiao, you're quick-witted. Take charge. Summarize the messages from each group, and make decisions in case of emergencies."

Ye Qiao nodded heavily, a little nervous, her face slightly flushed.

"Lei Dachui, Zheng Dapao, and Lu Yuan, you're in the mobile team. Whichever team gets into trouble, you rush over. You're there to save lives, not to die. Once you're done, get out of there quickly and don't linger."

"Don't worry, Captain!" Zheng Dapao thumped his chest loudly. "I guarantee I'll be there whenever you call!"

I didn't look at him. "Keep an eye on those two idiots, Lu Yuan. Don't let them get carried away and forget who they are."

"Jia Zhen, you'll be in charge of the radio station next to Ye Qiao, keeping the messages synchronized with headquarters. You'll be the eyes and ears of our Zhen Gui."

Jia Zhen grinned slyly: "Captain, I promise to let headquarters know we're still alive."

"Me?" I spread my hands, holding out bear-shaped cookies, "You guys don't need to worry about me, just take care of yourselves."

The team members looked at each other and laughed.

Lei Dachui said憨憨地, "Captain, what are you talking about? When have we ever cared about you?"

I coughed and straightened my face: "Stop grinning. I'll say it one last time. Take care of yourselves. I don't want to have to rack my brains to find a place to bury you when I come back."

The courtyard was quiet for a second, then burst into laughter.

Zheng Dapao laughed the loudest: "Captain, you don't have that kind of brain either. I reckon in the end it'll all have to be handed over to the political commissar."

"What are you talking about!" I kicked him. "Big Cannon, your emotional intelligence is basically beyond saving. From now on, you'll have ten dollars deducted from your allowance!"

"No, Captain! I was wrong!"

I glanced at them one last time—twelve young faces, each one etched into my mind. I didn't say anything more, just waved my hand: "Go."

The four groups of people scattered instantly, and I stood in the middle of the empty courtyard, looking up at the sky.

"A young man's heart is filled with chivalry, daring to change the world."

"I'm still a great plagiarist, hahaha," I said, stretching my wrists and putting on the mask.

"Yoshio Shinotsuka, are you ready for how you're going to die?" My figure also disappeared.

Outside the city, the headquarters of the 18th Route Army Group.

The brigade commander, wearing an overcoat, squatted in front of the makeshift command post, a cigarette between two fingers, taking puff after puff. Standing before him was a communications soldier, a telegram in his hand, his face grim.

"Any news from the Ghost Town?" the brigade commander asked.

"No," the communications soldier shook his head. "There hasn't been a sound since last night."

"You brat!" The brigade commander threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe. "This time, I've staked everything on this, over 30,000 men. Don't mess it up!"

The 30,000-strong War God Regiment was also among them. There was a new face next to Lao Dan. Yang Jiahui, the new regimental commander sent down from headquarters, was a veteran of the Red Army who had fought in the Xiangjiang River and climbed snow-capped mountains. His experience in regimental-level combat was no less than mine.

Lao Dan knew very well that Yang Jiahui was indeed better than him in troop deployment, but the reason why the War God Regiment was called the War God Regiment was not because of him, Lao Dan, nor because of any combat experience, but because of me.

"Commander, the troops are ready and awaiting the order for the general offensive," Shan Tiexin said.

After saying this, he looked at the city wall of Taishi. Thirty thousand men fighting twenty thousand men and still attacking the city seemed illogical. But the brigade commander believed him, and so did Lao Dan.

Because the God of War is in the city.

Inside the city, at the Japanese headquarters.

Yoshio Shinotsuka stared at the map. Despite the overwhelming army pressing in from outside the city, he remained calm. "Order all units to move towards the city walls and strengthen defenses!"

This troop movement instantly created a gap in the city's defenses. The number of patrols on the streets decreased, and half of the fixed sentry posts were withdrawn, with the rest being deployed to the city walls.

This is exactly what we want.

Leng Xing and his three companions had already reached the east side of the city, where the Japanese had a communications station responsible for coordinating the city's defenses. Bai Su took out a small paper packet from her pocket containing white powder. She sprinkled it into the ventilation vent, and within two minutes, the three Japanese communications soldiers inside the room were foaming at the mouth and collapsing to the ground, convulsing.

"Next," Leng Xing said expressionlessly.

Liu Hou pointed across the street: "There's a Japanese major over there. He just finished checking the sentries and is heading towards the command post."

Lin Zhi nodded and slid a poisoned needle from her sleeve. Pretending to be a passerby, she brushed past the major, the needle piercing the back of his neck. The major touched his neck, continued walking, and after seven steps, collapsed into a ditch, never to rise again.

"That's the fourth one," Bai Su whispered as she counted.

Of the four Japanese officers, one died from poisoning, one from a flying knife, one from a flying needle, and the other had his neck snapped by Liu Hou from behind. The city was in chaos as everyone was sending troops to the city walls; no one noticed that their commanders were disappearing one by one.

On Ye Qiao's end, the radio was ticking away, and Jia Zhen's fingers were flying across the keypad.

"Headquarters, Headquarters, the Demon Slayer reports that the city's garrison has begun mobilization, revealing a breach in the defenses. The captain said to wait for his signal before launching a full-scale attack."

Upon receiving the telegram, the brigade commander slammed his fist on the table: "Good! Tell that brat Li Feng I'm waiting for his signal!"

I stood on the rooftop, a blade of grass dangling from my mouth, watching Yoshio Shinotsuka leisurely drink in that building. That old devil probably never dreamed that with every sip of his drink, one of his commanders would be gone.

I activated my discerning eye and scanned Qian Lai's side.

The brat was bent over, planting explosives in the corner of the armory, moving with surprising speed. Lu Guang provided cover, while Song Jiahao stood guard at the door. The three worked together seamlessly, a true testament to their brotherhood.

I estimate that giving them another twenty minutes should be enough.

While waiting, I took a look at the other side. Yoshio Shinotsuka was surrounded by about thirty people, including staff officers, communications officers, and guards.

There aren't even enough people to fill my teeth. I have big gaps between my teeth, so I can fit a few more Japanese soldiers in there. My first tooth hasn't fully grown in yet, so I can fit two more in there.

As I was lost in thought, three long and two short whistles came from afar—the signal we had agreed upon.

It's time to get started.

With a running start and a push off the edge of the roof, he flew off. Who invented this "lightness skill"? It's practically divine! I can't wait to draw martial arts skills later on.

With a distance of only a dozen meters, and with such high and fast lightness skills, no one could detect them at all.

Flying stairs are too slow.

Flying onto the rooftop? That's too cowardly.

They're neither old nor dead, invincible, go all out!!!

He crashed into the third-floor window like a cannonball.

"Splash!"

The glass shattered on the floor. I crashed into the room and took out two Type 96 machine guns from the system space.

Da da da da da da da da!

Without wasting a single bullet, just thirty rounds were used. Except for Yoshio Shinotsuka, everyone else was shot through the forehead and fell neatly to the ground, just like cut wheat. It was a bit of a waste of wheat.

I put the crooked-handled gun back into the system space, then took out five hand grenades and threw them downstairs.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Japanese soldiers downstairs were hit by an explosion; even if their mothers came, it would be as difficult as piecing together a painting like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival."

Yoshio Shinotsuka was still alive; he was spared. The old Japanese soldier slumped in the corner, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He couldn't understand how I had flown in through the third-floor window, and he couldn't understand how I had managed to hold two Type 96 machine guns in my hands.

The impact was too great; he couldn't process it and didn't even notice that the two machine guns had vanished into thin air.

I walked over, squatted down in front of him, and reached out to pat his chubby face.

"Hey, turtle man, are you stupid?"

His lips trembled, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "Who...who exactly are you?"

"Me?" I laughed. "I'm Li Feng, the captain of the Ghost Suppression Team. Remember this name. After you're reincarnated, appear in your Turtle King's dream and tell him to wash his neck clean and wait."

After saying that, I smashed his skull with a punch. More and more Japanese soldiers were coming upstairs, and they were so focused on rushing up that they didn't notice that I had already used my light-foot technique to fly away.

I flew to the roof of a nearby building, pulled out two more Type 96 pistols, and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers opposite.

Gunshots and explosions—that was my signal to my team.

"I'm making my move, so don't hold back."

Upon hearing the gunshot, Qian Lai jumped up excitedly, shouting, "The captain gave the signal! Brothers, blow it up!"

He detonated the explosives in the armory. None of the three armories were full, only about a quarter full, but the explosions were still devastating.

boom!!!

The shockwave was like a hurricane, overturning nearby houses. Fortunately, it was a heavily guarded area with no civilians living there, and it also killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers along the way.

The warehouse wasn't destroyed; it'll be useful if we keep it.

Leng Xing and his men stopped hiding and started killing directly with their guns. But there were too many Japanese soldiers, more than 20,000 of them, which was like 20,000 pigs; it would take us several days to kill them all.

Luckily, we have connections in higher places!

The explosions reached outside the city. Hearing the noise, the brigade commander shouted, "Good! That's the sound! Explode! Fire!"

All kinds of mortars and mountain guns were unleashed at once, and the city walls and gates of Taishi were blasted and shook violently.

Without any officers to command them, the Japanese soldiers in the city were in complete chaos, each fighting their own battles.

Inside the city, our soldiers were being killed or wounded every minute and every second. I quickly grabbed two light machine guns and rushed up the city wall. The Japanese soldiers were stunned at first, and then they started yelling and shooting at me. Blood was gushing from my body, but I didn't care at all and continued to move forward, shooting as I went. When I ran out of bullets, I would bleed and reload.

When the bullets ran out, he put them back in the system space and picked up a heavy machine gun.

"This thing is awesome," I muttered.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!

I was the only one who got lucky. I was holding a heavy machine gun in my arms, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, killing Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers had never seen anything like this before. They were so scared that they forgot to fire their guns and just stood there watching me perform.

I fought my way through, and my clothes were covered in eyes. From now on, I'll have to keep several sets of clothes on hand, otherwise I'll be naked after the fight.

One of the Japanese squad leaders was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, babbling in gibberish.

I walked over and shot him. He begged for mercy, saying, "I'll let you live with my huge secret!"

Soon, when I single-handedly took down the entire city wall, the attacking troops outside could only see the Japanese soldiers on the city wall in chaos; they had no idea what was happening.

The next moment, the gates of Tai City opened.