Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

I wrote down the names of those two idiots, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko and Ogisu Ritsuhei, and dumped them in the city center. I turned around and left without wasting a second.

There's more to do. I need to get to Suzhou City quickly. These two areas in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces must be cleaned up as fast as possible.

Only after sweeping away the enemy forces could we turn north and return to the Northeast. The thought of that beastly army to the north made me restless.

Leaving Wushi, we entered a dirt road leading to Suzhou. With a burst of speed, I pushed off with the Cloud Ladder technique to its limit, leaving a grey shadow in my wake.

The Wushi Column moved in to appease the Wushi residents who had been frightened all morning. Amid the shouts of the soldiers waving red flags, everyone stepped out of their homes, out of their cellars, onto the streets, and onto a new life.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood.

The people needed an outlet for their pent-up anger and resentment. Prince Asaka Yasuhiko and Ogishu Ritsugoku were perfect prey for them.

Think of Nanshi, think of Wushi, think of the atrocities committed by the Japanese devils and the suffering endured by the people.

In front of the entire city's populace, Song Qing, the commander of the Second Regiment of the column, executed Prince Asaka Yasuhiko and Ogisu Ritsuhei by hanging.

After all, there are children present. We shouldn't frighten them with the bloody scene. The children need to see it because only by seeing it will they know that the future market is safe and that they can play and study freely.

Why wasn't he convicted before being executed?

There was no time for that. The column was very busy, helping the people rebuild their homes, taking stock of the spoils of war, and waiting for the telegram.

Speaking of the spoils, I didn't blow up any of those armories in Wushi. I left them untouched, stuffed full of rifles, machine guns, bullets, grenades, shells, and other weapons, clothing, and daily necessities. Enough for them to have a good restock and a good meal.

"System lottery! Right now, eight draws in a row!"

After killing so many people in Wushi, shouldn't there be some kind of explosion?

[Ding! Host has used up one draw attempt, activating an eight-draw!]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Toilet Paper. Skill Description: The left thumb can produce tissues; requires the replenishment of trees.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Hand Cream. Skill Description: Your right thumb can produce hand cream, which moisturizes and prevents chapping in winter. Chemical supplements are required.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Lingbo Weibu. Skill description: The unique light-body technique of the Xiaoyao Sect.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Three Thousand Thunderclaps. Skill description: The top-tier movement technique of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Golden Light Mantra. Skill description: A secret technique from Longhu Mountain. It envelops the body in a protective golden light, providing extremely strong defense and making one impervious to all evil.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Mopping Technique. Skill description: Increases mopping speed by 50%.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Ward Placement. Skill Description: In LoL, an invisible vision ward that illuminates an area.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique. Skill Description: The ultimate move of the Six Paths Demon Lord and the Seven Nights Demon Lord.]

Toilet paper? Hand cream? Mopping technique? It's hilarious again.

What kind of system is this...?

You want to turn me into a comedic performance artist?

It's still the Three Thousand Thunderbolts Hanging Technique. This thing is the last level in my hands. Three thousand thunderbolts pass through the space silently. It's a good time to test it out.

Swish!

In a flash, I was already standing three kilometers away.

The whole process was just like teleportation, wow!

I tried again.

Whoosh! Another three kilometers forward.

The third time, the fourth time... I tried six times in a row, each time about three thousand meters.

After the sixth use, I sensed that I could use it three more times, but I couldn't urge it anymore.

I stopped and realized that this skill could only be used a maximum of nine times a day. It wasn't because I was tired; it was probably a system limitation.

Nine times is enough.

The Golden Light Mantra is also good; the Celestial Master can use it as a whip, which can be used for both offense and defense.

"Heaven and Earth are the origin of all things, the root of all Qi. Through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained divine powers. Within and without the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme. My body is bathed in golden light, which covers my entire being." A warm current rises from my dantian, travels along the meridians throughout my body, and finally settles on the surface of my skin.

Looking down, he saw a layer of transparent golden light enveloping his body, as if he were coated with a golden film. He pinched his arm, and it felt incredibly tough; ordinary swords and knives probably couldn't cut through it.

Finally, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, holy crap!!! Why didn't I get the Profound Heart Mystery Technique? I imitated it countless times back then.

However, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique is indeed powerful. Combined with the Sword Nurturing Technique, what a sight it must be when it's unsheathed! I really want to find a Japanese soldier to test it out.

As for warding... it's a bit of a waste, but keep it. Having more skills means you won't get bored.

Once you've acquired a new skill, you always need to find a place to practice it.

Who will be the sparring partner?

Naturally, it was Mutō Akira and his gang of Japanese soldiers.

I arrived outside Su City at 1 p.m. Mutō Akira and Ogizu Rikihei had completely different styles; he started a long, drawn-out discussion outside the city. Starting three miles outside the city, the ground had been thoroughly searched. One trench after another, crisscrossing and dug deep and wide, were laid out.

Several layers of barbed wire were strung along the front of the trenches, with empty tin cans hanging on them—a sound to guard against night attacks. Behind the trenches, machine gun and mortar positions could be seen.

That's not even the most troublesome part.

With keen insight, the open area in front of the trenches was densely covered with landmines. Not just a few scattered ones, but a vast minefield.

What's even more ingenious is that he also made use of the moat.

Su City was originally surrounded by waterways, and Mutō Akira had the waterways deepened and widened, with fresh water introduced. He also built bunkers along the riverbanks, with firing ports facing the river and the opposite bank.

The trench system and the moat were connected to form a three-dimensional defense line.

That makes a lot of sense.

Looking inside the city, Mutō Akira was even more ruthless.

Near the inner side of the city wall, a large area of ​​densely packed residential houses was demolished, clearing out several hundred meters of open space. On the open space, more than a dozen watchtowers were built.

These fortifications were strategically positioned, allowing them to provide mutual fire support. Most strikingly, there were a total of four tanks both inside and outside the city.

But the most disgusting thing is not these fortifications.

As I scanned the bunkers and pillboxes, I saw that besides Japanese soldiers, civilians were also crammed inside. Men, women, and children were all there, their hands and feet bound, their mouths gagged, piled up like cargo in the corners of the fortifications. In some bunkers, civilians were even tied directly to the firing ports, used as human shields.

A beast will always be a beast.

Mutō Akira is blatantly being a rogue. If you want to launch a full-scale attack, you have to kill these civilians first. If you want to blow up the fortifications, you have to blow up the hostages too.

He wanted to use this tactic to tie our hands and feet, preventing us from fighting freely. I lay on the earthen slope, squinting, the fire in my heart burning even brighter.

I need to find a way to find and crush that old bastard Mutō Shō, take over Su City, ensure the safety of the people, and, most importantly, I'm in a very tight timeframe right now.

Forcing it won't work.

Minefields, trenches, moats, crossfire, plus the bunkers in the city with hostages tied up—if we really went all out, the cost would be too high.

I went through the new skills in my mind and came up with a solution.

Just you wait, Muto Akira, your death will be far worse than that of Prince Asaka Yasuhiko and Ogisu Ritsuhei.