Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

Each clone breaks through three cities, then immediately attacks three more, and so on, eventually reaching nine cities.

My physical body can't fall behind either; it's time to get things done.

The Earth Intimates activated, giving me propulsion beneath my feet, and in a flash, I was over the barbed wire fence and standing in the airport.

Twenty Zero and ten Type 97 bombers lay silently, while the sound of boots from seven or eight patrol squads echoed rhythmically in the distance.

"Whoever the little rooster points to, I'll choose," he said, randomly picking an airplane. "You're the one, baby. I'll take you to play in the sky later."

As for the rest? Well, I won't hold back.

A fourth-dimensional space opened up, and a Type 0 fighter vanished without a trace. With another wave, a Type 97 disappeared as well. I am a combination of a bear and Liu Xing; I can break off one and pick up the other, one of me and one of them, one of me and one of them, and still one of me.

Nob acquired his Nen ability after completing the "One Breath Transforms into Three Pure Ones" technique. When I watched Hunter x Hunter, I thought it was amazing; space-time Nen is a rare commodity. It's only because he encountered those freaks like the Chimera Ant King that Nob became such a top-tier fighter... Probably... Um...

After taking down three guns, a patrol of Japanese soldiers emerged. Five men, guns slung over their shoulders, walked slowly. The one in the lead squinted, and before I could even make out what the dark figure was, I already had a submachine gun in my hand.

Da da da da

A burst of bullets was fired, and the five Japanese soldiers fell down in unison like wheat being harvested, without even uttering a sound.

This commotion stirred up a hornet's nest, and the piercing alarm blared like a pig being slaughtered. From the direction of the barracks, the sounds of doors banging open and Japanese footsteps mingled together.

"Perfect timing!"

I grabbed my submachine gun and charged towards the direction where the crowd was densest.

Da da da! Da da!

A short, powerful burst of fire.

The god of guns doesn't even need to aim carefully; just pull the trigger, and the opponent falls. Pull the trigger, and the opponent falls.

He casually swapped his weapon for a fully loaded one from his inventory and kept firing. The Japanese soldiers in the distance started to lie down and return fire, which seemed a bit cumbersome, so he simply switched weapons, now holding a few melon-shaped grenades. He pulled the pin, tapped them on his head, and tossed them away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Looking around, I saw that there was still one survivor, so I gave them a bullet as a New Year's gift.

The rest was a shopping spree; every single plane was swept up and taken into the fourth-dimensional space. In the end, only the Lucky Zero was left.

Let's get started!

The mechanic activated, the aircraft ignited successfully, and the engines roared to life. Pulling the control stick back, the aircraft began to taxi, accelerating with a turbulent gait. The nose lifted, breaking free of the ground, and soared into the sky.

Once the first one was taken care of, the second one was next. It was hidden quite deep, nestled in a valley between two steep mountain ridges.

The runway followed the valley floor, with the mountain walls on both sides acting as natural high walls, concealing the planes so they were completely invisible from a distance. The Japanese probably thought this place was foolproof, so they set up lookout posts on the mountaintops, watching the pass leading into the valley.

But I didn't even go to the valley entrance.

I pulled the Zero up into the clouds, and with my keen eye looking down from high above, I quickly figured out the trick. I pushed the stick, and the plane nose-down, almost vertically, plunged into that green crevice. Just a hundred meters or so from the valley floor, I pulled the stick sharply to level off. The plane skimmed almost the treetops as it hurtled towards the runway.

The wheels squeaked as they hit the ground, bouncing violently on the gravel track, but managed to stop.

As soon as the canopy opened, the wind carrying the unique scent of grass, trees, and earth from the valley rushed in, along with shouts from the Japanese outpost in the distance. They didn't realize that the plane was coming down from overhead.

And then that was it, the familiar clattering of "da da da da da da," followed by boom boom boom boom.

The valley airport wasn't big; it only had six Type 97 fighter jets parked there. After I finished, I took off again.

Don't overthink it, it's my plane taking off.

"Lulalalulalalulalulalele"

It's really boring without singing. It's the same plot over and over again: find the airport, land, retrieve the plane, kill the Japanese, and fly away again, like an assembly line.

Out of fuel? Just switch planes, it's only a matter of one or two.

The entire Zhejiang province was in complete chaos.

On the Japanese side, the radio must be in complete chaos.

In the command post of the Zhejiang Air Force, a colonel slammed down the telephone and roared at his men, "Damn it! Three! Three airfields! In less than half a day! Who is the enemy? How many troops do they have? From which direction did they come?! Why isn't there a single clear report?!"

The subordinate, head bowed and sweat pouring down his face, reported: "Report...report the last message from Songshan Airport: they only saw one Zero fighter."

"One?!" The colonel's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "One plane took out three of my airfields? You mean that Zero can split into two? Or is its pilot Amaterasu descended from heaven?!"

"Useless! All useless!" The colonel trembled with rage. "Order all remaining air squadrons to take off immediately! No, no, first ascertain the situation! Strengthen all ground-based air defenses! Not a single aircraft is to take off without my order!"

Unfortunately, the order came a little too late.

The remaining air power of the entire Zhejiang province's military was like a rooster with its neck choked, with only panic and suspicion remaining.

Many pilots and ground crew were evacuated or moved into hiding, and more troops were deployed to potential targets to strengthen defenses. This was exactly what was expected, and the pressure on the ground was reduced.

Almost simultaneously, the same scenario was being repeated efficiently across northern Jiangsu.

With the experience gained in the previous round, the regimental commanders were more confident this time, and the six cities of Huai, Si, Shu, Bao, Yang, and Tai successfully won the battle.

In the headquarters of the Central China Vanguard Column, Old Chen and the chief of staff were already somewhat numb to the ever-expanding red area on the map.

"Old Chen, we have almost half of Jiangsu Province under our control, and the Japanese haven't received any support. How did headquarters manage to do that?"

Old Chen smoked his cigarette, remaining silent as he gazed out the window, as if trying to pierce the night sky over the North Jiangsu Plain.

"How many people did they have? How did they do it? Nine cities, the entire northern Jiangsu province, were overturned overnight."

No one could answer him.

All they knew was that the offensive had never been so successful, the casualties so few, and the fog surrounding the victory so thick.

On a secluded beach in eastern Zhejiang, I jumped off the plane. The sea breeze carried a salty smell and a faint, distant, burnt aroma.

I stretched, my joints cracking. Zhejiang Province dared not make a move; they were focusing all their efforts on dealing with Jiangsu Province.

I chose Jiangsu Province for a reason: the Japanese devils must pay the price for their beastly behavior.