Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

The three newly acquired skills are also somewhat useful for searching.

Matsui Iwane, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, and Muto Akira were all put on the search list one after another. I thought they had already run away, but I didn't expect that these three bastards were still around.

Matsui Iwane is in Nanshi, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko is in Wushi, and Muto Akira is in Sushi.

Okay, okay, thank God for letting the three of you stay in Country Z. I'll deal with you after I've taken care of the surrounding areas.

Over the next three days, because the One Qi Transformation into Three Purities was in a cooling-off period, my progress was slower on my own, but I still maintained the pace of breaking through three cities a day.

Changshi, Changshi, Kunshi, Taishi, Wushi, Jiangshi, Yishi, Jushi, and Lishi were successively captured. Only Nanshi, Sushi, and Wushi remained in the entire Jiangsu Province.

After the "One Gas Transformation into Three Cleansings" cooling process is complete, these three cities need to be properly planned.

The R army has now withdrawn all its troops, with nearly 30,000 to 40,000 people in each of the three cities. The three cities are now heavily fortified with various positions and key locations, making the defense the strongest it has ever been.

Which one to hit first?

There is no market there; Prince Asaka Yasuhiko is there.

The defense of Wushi was undertaken by the Japanese 13th Division, along with remnants gathered from the surrounding areas, totaling approximately 35,000 men. The division commander was Ogisu Tatehei, that old bastard was also a ruthless man, killing two birds with one stone, very good indeed, very good indeed!

Zhou Libing, that old devil, is cunning in battle and skilled in defense. He guarded Wushi like an iron barrel, with all four gates tightly closed. He strategically abandoned Wushi Railway Station and the canal wharf, allowing entry but not exit. Even a mouse trying to sneak out would get a couple of shots with a rifle butt.

Difficulty getting in and out? That's a problem for me. Do you even know what "Ladder Cloud Vertical" means, my friend?

At 5 a.m., a secret telegram was sent to headquarters: "The column will arrive at Wushi at 7 a.m."

Powering up, time to get to work!

I walked to a small earthen slope three miles outside the west gate of Wushi City, facing the city wall, and cleared my throat.

Let's start singing!

"The great river flows eastward! The stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper!!"

Sweet highs, accurate mids, deep lows—in short, crystal clear. (From: Infernal Affairs)

The sound source fog was activated, the air began to thicken, and a white fog surged from the ground and the sky, like an overturned milk jug, swallowing the entire Wushi.

The more I sang, the more excited I became, and the thicker the fog grew.

When the song reached the part where someone roared in protest, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see anyone standing right in front of me; it was truly pitch black.

The searchlights on the city wall became blurry halos, and the shouts of the Japanese soldiers came from the fog, filled with panic.

"What's going on?!"

"It's foggy? How can it be so thick?!"

"Alert! Everyone on alert!"

late.

The singing stops, but the fog doesn't dissipate; the skill effect lasts for four hours.

"Soaring over the clouds."

With a push of his feet, he shot towards the city wall like an arrow. The fog was too thick; the Japanese soldiers on the wall couldn't see him at all. He tapped his toes three times on the wall, and he had already climbed onto the crenellations.

There were six Japanese soldiers huddled together on this section of the city wall, nervously watching the thick fog.

"Illusion Boy"

The six Japanese soldiers' eyes glazed over at the same time. In their eyes, I might have become one of their comrades, or they might not have seen anything at all.

The second use of the fourth-dimensional space: the window opener!

The four-dimensional portal in his hand opened, enveloping the heads of six Japanese soldiers. Their brains remained in the four-dimensional space, while their bodies were refused entry and fell down. This was the blue flash that the puppet troops had seen earlier.

The sound of leather boots came from the other side of the city wall; a patrol was approaching, and judging from the noise, there were at least ten of them. They moved slowly in the fog, calling out to each other, "Watch out!" and "Stay close!"

I stood there and waited.

The first Japanese soldier emerged from the fog, his eyes wide, his mouth just opening...

A flash of blue light, and the entire patrol team fell into a fourth-dimensional space. Ten seconds later, I appeared, and the entire patrol team was wiped out.

I didn't stop, and continued walking along the city wall. My keen eyes scanned through the fog, clearly seeing the positions of all the Japanese soldiers: the ramparts, the hidden troop shelters, the lookout posts. They groped in the fog, trembling behind the battlements, each in a different pose, their deaths laid bare.

I approached silently, like a ghost in the fog, one punch after another. The Japanese soldiers on the city wall disappeared in droves. The map was cleared quickly; I wouldn't let them go until I got to eat some music.

Standing atop the highest point of the city wall, I scanned the city with my discerning eyes.

Wow, that's impressive.

These Japanese devils are quite well-prepared.

Every main street and intersection in the city was equipped with heavy machine gun positions, with sandbags piled high and the dark muzzles of the guns pointing towards the street. The windows of the houses on both sides were all sealed off, leaving only firing ports, through which shadowy figures moved about; every house seemed to be hiding Japanese soldiers.

Several streets away, in an open space, were mortar positions, with ammunition boxes piled up like small mountains. Further away, there were even mountain guns dragged to street corners, their muzzles laid flat, ready for direct fire.

Deep in the alley, flamethrower soldiers carrying fuel canisters can still be seen moving about. Heavy machine guns, mortars, mountain guns, flamethrower soldiers—this is turning Wushi into a street fighting meat grinder.

That old devil Ogiju Rippei really knows how to defend.

With this kind of momentum, how many lives would be lost if we attacked head-on?

Unfortunately, they hadn't anticipated this fog.

In the thick fog, the machine gunners couldn't see their targets, and the mortar observers were blind. The Japanese soldiers hiding in the houses could only fire blindly into the white fog.

But I have discerning eyes.

This fog has become my hunting ground.

The target street had a heavy machine gun emplacement, the closest one to me was at the street corner directly below, with about seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers, three Type 92 heavy machine guns, and ammunition boxes piled behind sandbags.

I took eight grenades from the system space, pulled the pins, and threw them down.

The grenade pierced through the thick fog and landed precisely in the gap between the sandbags at the machine gun position. The Japanese soldiers, who were nervously watching the white fog, suddenly heard a loud clang.

What?

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eight explosions rang out almost simultaneously. Sandbags were blown away, heavy machine guns lay askew to one side, and Japanese soldiers fell into pools of blood. Fifty or sixty died on the spot, and the rest also suffered horrific injuries.

I didn't finish them off and turned to the next target. I had to speed things up. There were over 30,000 of them; I had to weaken their fighting power. Those with low health probably wouldn't be of much use.

I flew up from rooftop to rooftop and threw grenades at any Japanese positions I saw. Luckily, we looted several warehouses in Shanghai and Zhejiang province, so we had plenty of grenades.

The Japanese were completely thrown into disarray. They thought it was the main force entering the city. After all, even the elite Japanese special forces could not carry out such a large-scale and precise attack, especially under heavy fog conditions.

"The enemy has at least several hundred men! No, a whole regiment!" an officer roared.

Ogisu Rippei roared from the command post: "Send all the reserves! Search house to house! We must find them!"

Large numbers of Japanese soldiers poured out of the military camp and began a large-scale search. They divided into groups of dozens, kicking down doors of civilian houses to search, climbing onto rooftops, and even searching the sewers.

Seeing this, I felt truly sorry for the people who had lost their homes, and I had to draw their attention to myself.

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, I've come to see you.