Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

News of the complete liberation of HB spread like wildfire throughout North China. At the Shiping base, the sound of victory echoed through the mountains. Soldiers sang and danced around the captured supplies, their fatigue from the past few days vanishing in the face of overwhelming joy.

I stood at the edge of the camp, but my gaze went beyond the jubilation in front of me and landed on a few dots on the map that had not yet been painted red.

Sijiucheng, Jinshi, NM.

For North China to truly become a unified whole, with unimpeded breathing, these areas must be eliminated. Waiting for the troops to arrive step by step is too slow; I lack the time to go now, and arriving even a day later would be an insult to me from the numerical units.

"One Qi transforms into Three Pure Ones".

His gaze swept over them. "You three, go to Inner Mongolia and wipe out their strongholds."

The clone nodded, its form faded, and it vanished into the wind.

I looked southeast.

"Teleportation".

The next moment, they found themselves standing on an unguarded section of the ancient city wall of Liujiu City. The setting sun cast a heavy, oppressive silhouette of the massive city on the ground. The city lights were sparse, and the sound of the R army patrol's orderly yet tense leather boots could be heard in the distance.

it's time.

The entire city's layout is clearly presented: headquarters, armory, radio station, barracks, transportation hubs... all key locations are laid out like lines on the palm of your hand.

There was no preparation, no prelude.

"God of Space".

At the thought, all the R army headquarters, the two main armories on the east and west sides, the three radio stations, the city gate garrison, and the railway station dispatch center within the city were instantly gripped by an invisible giant hand, their life force abruptly extinguished.

They were erased from the world as if gently wiped away by an eraser, leaving only collapsed shells and facilities suddenly deathly silent.

The operation was precisely targeted, focusing only on military objectives and armed personnel. Ordinary buildings and any Chinese civilians present remained unaffected. The same operation was repeated in Jinshi, successfully completing the campaign. The Inner Mongolian grasslands were also targeted using the same method.

The battle begins and ends.

Next comes the cover-up.

The God of Deception weaves and implants memories across the entire spectrum.

At dusk today, the 18th Route Army Group, having just achieved a great victory in Hebei, launched a decisive general offensive against Liujiu City with lightning speed, demonstrating its spirit of continuous combat.

Our soldiers, brave and fearless, launched a multi-pronged attack under artillery cover, engaging in fierce street fighting with the defending Japanese forces. The battle reached a fever pitch, but our soldiers pressed forward relentlessly, ultimately breaking through the enemy's defenses, destroying the command center, annihilating the enemy defenders, and successfully liberating this historic city!

Thick smoke billowed from several key areas within the city, resembling the aftermath of fierce fighting. Some abandoned non-load-bearing buildings or sections of the city wall showed signs of damage, simulating artillery bombardment and explosions. A faint, simulated smell of gunpowder and blood began to permeate the air.

The people will recall the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle, the heroic figures of our soldiers, and the Japanese invaders' utter defeat. They will firmly believe that Beijing was captured by the army with blood and courage, sword and spear at a time!

Tianjin and Inner Mongolia are experiencing similar cycles of memory erasure and trace creation.

The mission was accomplished, and the figure disappeared from the city wall, returning to the rendezvous point deep in the mountains of Jin. The three clones returned almost simultaneously.

The God of Space used his powers to transfer the troops to different locations, and then the God of Deception overwrote the memories. If it weren't for the fact that clones could also be used, the number of times the God of Deception could be used would not be enough.

I found the brigade commander and pointed to the upper right corner of the map: "Here, I'll go."

The brigade commander's joy froze instantly, his brows furrowing deeply: "The Northeast? The Kwantung Army!"

"Don't touch their main force." I shook my head. "I'll go find the digital troops."

The brigade commander remained silent, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the soldiers' jubilant figures illuminated by the campfire outside, remaining speechless for a long time. The night breeze carried the sounds of singing and laughter from afar.

He finally turned around, his eyes sharp as knives, yet filled with deep worry: "That's the deepest part of a den of dragons and tigers. You..."

"I'm the most suitable," I interrupted him, my tone calm but undeniable. "North China is stable now, so you can focus on reorganizing it. Leave the Northeast to me."

The brigade commander stared intently at me, as if trying to etch my image into his mind. After a while, he strode over and grabbed my shoulders with surprising force.

"Li Feng," he said hoarsely, enunciating each word clearly, "come back alive! This is a death order!"

"Mm." I nodded.

Without disturbing anyone, without saying goodbye, I turned and disappeared into the darkness at the edge of the camp, like a drop of water merging into the night.

east.

The majestic pass of Shanhaiguan is behind us, while the darkness and snow of Northeast China lie ahead.