Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

You're so poisonous! You're so poisonous! You're so poisonous! So ...

The order was relayed swiftly, and the Japanese artillery began to assemble on the right side of the city gate, where there was already a pre-arranged artillery position with ten Type 92 infantry guns and twenty mortars, with ample ammunition.

Visibility was still low, and the Japanese artillerymen didn't bother with calibration, loading shells according to the general direction.

"Round One - Release!"

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

Shells whistled through the morning mist-shrouded sky, falling towards the residential area. I had just emerged from the fourth-dimensional space, pondering how to take down Mutō Akira's lair, when I suddenly heard the sound of artillery fire.

The direction is wrong; we're not attacking outside the city, we're attacking inside it.

With keen eyes, he looked in the direction from which the cannon fire came.

The eastern part of the city, the working-class district.

The first volley of shells had landed, black smoke rose in the distance, followed by the muffled thuds of collapsing houses and faint cries. My pupils contracted; those Japanese devils were truly bastards. Unable to capture hostages, they shelled civilian areas, trying to force the column to scramble for rescue and create chaos.

Good plan, ruthless enough. But you've forgotten one thing: I'm still in the city, and I hate those scum who use ordinary people as bargaining chips the most.

I pulled a box of mortar shells from my system storage, picked one up with one hand, and weighed it in my hand. I pulled the safety, aimed, and threw.

The bomb flew in an arc, spinning as it flew toward the artillery position. The Japanese artillerymen were still busy loading the bombs when they suddenly heard a whooshing sound overhead and looked up.

"What is that??"

"bomb?!"

boom!!!

The first bomb landed right in the middle of the ammunition pile, and the shockwave from the secondary explosion overturned all the Japanese soldiers around it, with shrapnel tearing more than a dozen to pieces.

But this is just the appetizer; there are still two more boxes to come.

Grab one in each hand and throw them simultaneously. Then the third, the fourth... the seventh, the eighth... the sixteenth!

Like a catapult launching stones, one after another, rained down on the artillery position, and the entire artillery position was completely destroyed!

The ground had sunk into a large crater, deep enough to fit two trucks. The crater was filled with charred metal debris, twisted cannon barrels, charred corpses, and the stench of burnt flesh.

Because it was close to the city wall, a section of the wall had collapsed, and in the command post, Mutō Akira's binoculars fell to the ground with a thud.

Although there was fog, the explosion was so great that it dissipated the fog. He witnessed the whole process, seeing his artillery position reduced to ruins by shells and the final section of the city wall collapse.

"S-General..." Ono's voice trembled like a leaf, "Just how many troops are attacking us? This firepower is a bit too much."

Muto Akira did not answer. He slowly turned around, walked to the table, picked up the officer's sword, and the blade reflected his pale, distorted face.

"Give the order," he said hoarsely, "that all remaining troops and outlying units assemble."

"General? Should we break out?"

"No," Muto Akira shook his head, "They're breaking out, we're running away."

"What?!"

Muto Akira quickly took off his officer's coat and rummaged through the closet for two sets of wrinkled civilian clothes.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Mutō Akira laughed bitterly. "We can't win, and we can't hold out. Our only way to survive is to take advantage of the chaos to sneak back to Su City and then go into hiding."

Ono's eyes lit up: "General, you're brilliant! It's the blind spot right under your nose. Where are the other soldiers?"

"Let them die." Muto Akira said expressionlessly. "Their sacrifice will buy us time."

The order was passed down silently. The remaining Japanese soldiers in the square quickly gathered their equipment, dragged the wounded, and began to move out of the city. Muto Akira and Ono took the opportunity to run into the city. I watched them hide and didn't pay any attention to them.

The saying "the most dangerous place is the safest place" is often the biggest trap.

The troops outside the city had assembled. The force of nearly 3 men was forced to stand still without a commander. With Mutō Akira as the supreme commander, command naturally fell into the hands of the highest-ranking adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto.

Standing before the makeshift command platform, Yamamoto looked down at the densely packed army below, his heart pounding with fear. Thirty thousand men still needed to break through; just how many enemies were there? Where was the commander? Why had he entrusted him with command?

But an order is an order.

"All troops!" Yamamoto picked up the tin megaphone. "The general orders a breakout! Destination: Nanshi! Move out!"

The convoy began to move slowly, and then the sound of engines came from the sky.

buzzing...

As they approached, the Japanese soldiers looked up and saw an airplane with the bright Japanese national emblem painted on its wing.

"airplane!"

"Reinforcements! It's our reinforcements!"

May Amaterasu protect you!

The Japanese soldiers cheered. Seeing their own planes in their desperate situation instantly boosted their morale. Even Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief; with air support, their chances of breaking through were much greater.

They didn't know that I was in the cockpit. As the plane flew over the assembled Japanese troops, the Japanese were still cheering, waving the Rising Sun flag, and taking off their hats to wave. I lowered the altitude and pressed the bomb release button.

The bomb bay under the fuselage opened, and two aerial bombs fell.

"Um?"

"A bomb fell?"

The first bomb exploded in the densest part of the Japanese troops.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Then came the second, the third, and the ninth aerial bomb, raining down on the 30,000-strong column of soldiers like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Fireballs erupted one after another, shockwaves blew people away, and shrapnel swept through the air in a fan shape, leaving corpses strewn everywhere it passed.

"It was an accidental explosion!"

"Contact us immediately! It's friendly forces!"

The Japanese soldiers thought they were friendly forces, but they were met with a machine gun from the nose of the aircraft.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! 7.7mm machine gun bullets swept across the ground like scythes. Japanese soldiers fell in droves, and the ranks were thrown into complete chaos.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto roared from the command platform, "Baka! It's the enemy! The enemy has stolen our planes! Anti-aircraft fire! Shoot them down!"

But where is there air defense?

The 30,000-strong force was blown to pieces, suffering heavy casualties. Those who survived ran wildly through the inferno, trampling each other. On the distant horizon, the resounding bugle call to charge rang out.

The main force of the Central China Vanguard Column arrived, red flags waving and battle cries shaking the heavens.

The Japanese soldiers were in despair. A large army was in front of them, and planes were bombing overhead. Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto looked at the hellish scene before him, gave a bitter laugh, and drew his sword.

It wasn't a charge.

It was seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment).

"Long live the Emperor..."

The knife tip pierced his abdomen, and with a horizontal pull, red and white fluids flowed onto the ground.

With their commander-in-chief dead, the remaining Japanese troops completely collapsed.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

"Stop fighting! We surrender!"

Weapons were scattered all over the ground, and Japanese soldiers knelt down in droves.

The column rushed forward, quickly taking control of the situation, confiscating weapons, and taking prisoners. Several commanders looked up at the R army planes still circling overhead, their expressions somewhat strange.

"Japanese devils bombing Japanese devils?" A regimental commander scratched his head.

"It must be headquarters' doing." The political commissar remained calm. "Haven't we seen enough strange things these past few days? It's not too odd that Japanese planes are bombing our own troops now."

"That's true."

From the sky, I pulled up the nose of the plane, looked down at the battlefield below where the outcome was already decided, and smiled.

mission completed.

Muto Akira's main force was completely wiped out.

Now, it's time to deal with those two who slipped through the net. Jump out of the cabin, return the plane to the fourth dimension in mid-air, let yourself freefall, control the ground to soften, and land smoothly.

Inside the house, Muto Akira and Ono were hiding in the attic, peeking through the cracks in the window at what was happening outside. They heard the sounds of airplanes, explosions, and bugle calls.

"General..." Ono's voice trembled, "What...what do we do?"

Muto Akira gritted his teeth: "Wait! Wait until they've taken over the city, relaxed their guard, and nobody knows we're here. Then we'll be safe."

Before I could finish speaking, the attic door creaked open. I stood in the doorway and dusted myself off.

"I can't wait any longer."

Mutō Akira whirled around, saw it was me, his face turned deathly pale. He tried to draw his gun, but he'd left it at the command post while changing clothes. He tried to draw his sword, but he hadn't brought his official knife with him.

"How...how did you find it...?"

"You watch too many TV dramas or movies," I said, stepping into the attic. "What are you talking about, 'blind spots'? Your brain is full of shit."

As I stepped forward, Muto Akira retreated. "Wait, wait! I can give you more information! The exact location of the laboratory of Unit 731 in Northeast China! The codebook of the Shanghai spy network! And more!"

"No need," I interrupted him. "I'll find those myself."

He punched Ono through the head, pulled out his hand, grabbed Muto Akira's head and shook it violently, mixing up his brain matter, and blood of red and white flowed from his seven orifices.

Another method for killing Japanese soldiers has been developed. I need to record it. When I go to Northeast China, I will use it on the digital troops one by one. At the end of the Battle of Su City, Mutō Akira was also written on his name and thrown into the city center.

In the southern part of the city, my broadsword is itching for a fight.