Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

Inside the ancestral hall of Kaoshan Village, the oil lamps crackled as the core members of the Independent Guerrilla Company sat together.

"The troops need rest." I pointed to the rudimentary map. "Kaoshan Village is well-hidden, and the villagers are supportive, so we'll stay here for a few days. Zhao Dahai, you're in charge of training; our personnel are quite diverse now. Wang Tiezhu, you lead the reinforcement of our fortifications."

"Company Commander, what about you?" Zhao Dahai asked.

"I'm going out to scout the enemy's situation." I stood up and adjusted the equipment at my waist.

"I'll be back in three days."

Everyone wanted to say something, but seeing my gaze, they all swallowed their words. After assigning the rest and recuperation tasks, I disappeared into the night alone.

The first target was the R army stronghold at Matigou, fifteen miles away.

I lay prone behind an earthen slope a hundred meters away, carefully observing the stronghold where 42 Japanese soldiers and 60 puppet troops were stationed. There were sentries on all four watchtowers, and searchlights swept across the area rhythmically.

"Perfect for testing the strength of an immortal body."

I charged straight toward the outpost, but the sentries on the watchtower spotted me. "Halt!" they shouted. When I didn't stop, they opened fire.

Do I need to hide?

Should I hide?

The first bullet hit my left shoulder.

"Repairing at the cost of 1 day of lifespan," the wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, without stopping, and continues to rush forward.

"Baka! Fire!" the R army squad leader roared.

A denser hail of bullets rained down, and I let the rifles and machine guns strike my limbs. Each time I was wounded, my immortal body would instantly regenerate.

"Shot in right leg, 1 day of lifespan lost for repair."

"Shot in the lung, 1 day of lifespan lost for repair."

I had already stormed into the stronghold, seized a gun, and started reaping the rewards. A Japanese soldier thrust his gun at me, but I neither dodged nor evaded, letting the bayonet pierce my right abdomen while simultaneously stabbing my own bayonet precisely into his throat.

"A devil! He's a devil!" The puppet troops retreated in terror.

I fought with increasing ferocity, taking advantage of the gaps in reloading to charge forward and slash my way through. Blood stained my uniform, but the wounds healed instantly.

Half an hour later, the last R soldier fell under my bayonet.

"Reach a cumulative enemy kill count of 100 to receive one chance to draw a skill!"

"Extract".

"Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: God of Guns!"

I picked up the Type 38 rifle from the ground. This time I really missed. I raised my hand and fired a shot. The puppet soldier who was running away 300 meters away fell to the ground with a thud. He was hit right in the middle of his eyebrow.

Now, the gun is an extension of my body; I can aim and shoot precisely. After rescuing more than thirty prisoners from the cell, I ordered, "Go to Kaoshan Village and find the Independent Guerrilla Company."

After they left, I thought about how powerful this immortal body was. I couldn't leave any survivors, otherwise it would easily cause panic. In that case, the situation would be detrimental to me.

"Continue to the next outpost"

In the woods outside Zhangjiapuzi's stronghold, there were probably over ninety people. Using my knowledge as a special forces soldier from my previous life, I made a simple silencer out of empty cans and cotton cloth that I had found.

puff!

The first sentry fell to the ground with a soft thud, as quiet as the night breeze.

puff!puff!

Two more sentries fell, and the perimeter security around the outpost was silently cleared.

Just as I was aiming at the fourth target, the muffler made a slight cracking sound. The muffler was no longer usable, but it was enough.

Before the enemy discovered the sentry's death, I rushed into the stronghold. As soon as a Japanese soldier lifted the curtain, I slit his throat with my dagger.

The remaining enemies were no different from lambs to the slaughter. I threw grenades to give them a better sleeping environment.

The Japanese soldiers and their collaborators were startled by the explosion; this was the last thing they saw. Every bullet I fired hit the center of their foreheads with pinpoint accuracy. Even after I ran out of bullets, I still had close combat to fight.

A Japanese soldier lunged at me from behind, and I elbowed him right in the chest. Another Japanese soldier raised his gun to thrust, but I dodged to the side and snapped his neck in the process.

Ten minutes later, there was no sound from the stronghold.

Just as I was counting my spoils, I was drawn by the sounds of battle in the distance by a fifteen-man R Army patrol.

As the patrol came within firing range, I fired first and accurately killed the officer in charge. The remaining Japanese soldiers hurriedly sought cover, unaware that they had already fallen into a death trap.

Using the terrain to outflank and pinpoint the enemy, the last Japanese soldier still had an incredulous look of terror in his eyes.

"Cumulative kills have reached 100. Skill draw in progress. Congratulations on obtaining the skill: God of Transformation."

"Skill Effect: Can transform into anyone according to will, perfectly changing appearance, body shape, voice, and even inheriting memories without any flaws."

Using this skill, the next day I disguised myself as an R Army lieutenant and swaggered into a large stronghold in Lizhuang.

"Thank you for your hard work," I said to the gatekeeper in fluent R, handing him a pack of cigarettes.

In the kitchen, when no one was looking, I secretly put a large amount of rat poison into the lunch. Half an hour later, all the enemies in the stronghold were struggling in agony, and I finished off the ones still breathing.

"Cumulative kills have reached 100. Skill draw in progress. Congratulations on obtaining the skill: Immortal Body."

"Skill Effect: Perpetually maintains peak physical condition, and will not age due to any circumstances."

As dusk fell, when I swaggered back to Kaoshan Village with about 130 people, including those I had rescued and those who had sought refuge, along with more than a dozen truckloads of supplies, the entire village was in an uproar.

Zhao Dahai, his voice trembling, inventoried the mountain of weapons: "Company Commander, what have you been doing for the past three days?"

"Reorganize the troops and prepare for the next move." Looking at the fanatical soldiers under my command, I knew it was time to make the Japanese pay an even greater price.