Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Lin Fan spoke slowly and deliberately, gritting his teeth.

"I'm telling you! Every grain of rice and every piece of meat in my house was earned with the life of my younger brother, Lin Yang, in the icy snows of North Korea and the endless yellow sands of Northwest China!"

"You vampires, what right do you have to eat the food my brother risked his life for?!"

"Get out! All of you, get out of here! Anyone who dares to take a single step forward, I'll risk my life to make sure their blood is spilled on the spot!"

Lin Fan casually grabbed a sharp wood-chopping axe from behind the door, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and looked down at everyone coldly like an inviolable war god.

Lin Fan's scathing rebuke caused a slight commotion in the crowd, many of whom were frightened by the gleaming axe.

But the instinct of hunger ultimately triumphed over reason.

Jia Dongxu stared at the braised pork in the room, his eyes turning red. He suddenly roared, "Don't listen to him! He can't beat all of us by himself! Everyone rush in and grab it! If we get it, we'll live! There's strength in numbers!"

"Rob it!"

The Liu brothers, Guangtian and Guangfu, were also starving and were about to rush up the steps with Jia Dongxu. Yi Zhonghai didn't make a move, but silently took a step back and watched coldly.

The situation was on the verge of completely spiraling out of control.

At this critical moment!

"Boom!!!"

A thunderous roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly exploded outside the gate of the courtyard house!

Followed by.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden gate of the courtyard was kicked open from the outside by a tremendous force! The two door panels slammed heavily against the wall, making a deafening noise.

A powerful beam of searchlight swept in directly from outside the door, blinding everyone.

"Let's see who the hell dares to touch us!"

A roar like that of a tiger exploded in the bright light of the searchlight.

He Yuzhu, dressed in a crisp police overcoat and wearing a peaked cap, strode in, carrying a black police baton. His scarred face was filled with a chilling, brutal murderous intent.

Behind him.

They were four fully armed internal security soldiers, wearing military overcoats and carrying Soviet-made PPSh submachine guns!

Leading the group was none other than Lin Yang's personal bodyguard platoon leader, Xiao Li!

"Click! Click! Click!"

Four submachine guns simultaneously pulled back their bolts, their dark muzzles, illuminated by the bright light, exuding a chilling aura of death, directly aimed at the mob in the courtyard!

Dead!

Utter silence!

Just moments ago, Jia Dongxu was clamoring to rush in and seize the grain, but now he seemed to be frozen in place, one foot dangling in mid-air, without even the courage to put it down.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were so frightened that they dropped the sticks they were holding, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.

He Yuzhu strode into the central courtyard, looking at the group of emaciated yet incredibly greedy beasts with extreme coldness and cruelty in his eyes.

"Robbing the families of state officials? Storming the residences of military dependents?"

He Yuzhu slammed his baton heavily against the bluestone table next to him, making a dull "bang" sound.

"How many heads do you have? Enough to eat a few peanuts!"

He Yuzhu walked up to Jia Dongxu and sneered.

"Jia Dongxu, you were shouting pretty loudly just now, weren't you? Leading a robbery, huh?"

He Yuzhu suddenly raised his leg and kicked Jia Dongxu squarely in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Jia Dongxu let out a pig-like scream, and his whole body flew back three or four meters away like a boiled shrimp, crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting large mouthfuls of acidic water, almost vomiting bile.

"Dongxu!" Qin Huairu screamed in fright, but she didn't dare to go forward to help him. She just held the child tightly and huddled in the corner.

He Yuzhu turned his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui.

"I, He Yuzhu, am making this clear right here and now!"

"The grain in the Lin family's house was a special supply for military families, specially approved by the highest military commission of the country! Every grain of rice is stamped with a military seal!"

"Anyone who dares to covet this grain is robbing military supplies! According to wartime martial law, kill them on the spot, execute them first, and report later!"

Xiao Li stepped forward, holding a submachine gun, his voice as cold as the depths of hell.

"Commander Lin has given the order! Anyone who dares to approach within three meters of the main building will be killed without mercy! Guards, load your guns!"

"yes!"

The four soldiers roared in unison, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

At this point, the people in the courtyard were completely devastated.

Hunger may drive people mad, but when faced with the dark muzzle of a gun and the threat of losing their heads at any moment, reason returns instantly.

Terrified, Jia Zhangshi scrambled back into her room, urinating in the process, and didn't dare look back.

Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen, his back hunched, like a stray dog, as he silently retreated into the darkness. He knew that today's commotion had completely cut off the livelihoods of the people in the courtyard.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui dragged their terrified son and slammed the door shut as if fleeing for their lives.

In less than a minute, the mob that had gathered in front of the Lin family's house had all fled.

He Yuzhu put away his baton, walked up to Lin Fan, and his previously fierce face instantly transformed into a respectful smile.

"Brother Lin, sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Lin Fan put down the axe in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief: "Zhu Zi, Xiao Li, thank goodness you arrived in time. These people are really starving, they don't even care about their lives."

Xiao Li stood at attention and saluted: "Director Lin, this was all arranged by Chief Lin. The Chief is far away in the Northwest, but he has always been concerned about the safety of his family. He knows that in this year of great famine, there will definitely be trouble in the courtyard, so he specially assigned me to lead a squad of internal guards to be on standby nearby at any time."

Just then.

The sound of a car engine came from outside the gate again.

A jeep with a military-issued classified license plate came to a steady stop at the entrance of the alley.

The car door opened.

Tian Yu, wearing a thick military overcoat and leather boots, strode into the courtyard.

Over the years, Tian Yu, as Lin Yang's wife, has gradually developed a resilient and commanding presence. As soon as she entered the courtyard, her gaze swept coldly over the tightly closed doors.

"Sister-in-law! Brother!"

Tian Yu walked into the main room and saw that Lin Fan and his family of three were safe and sound. Her heart finally settled down.

"Tian Yu, why did you come over in the middle of the night?" Ding Qiunan quickly stepped forward to greet her.

Tian Yu's expression was extremely solemn. She looked around the once warm and luxurious main room and spoke decisively.

"Brother, Qiu Nan, you can't stay in this courtyard house any longer."

Tian Yu grabbed Ding Qiunan's hand.

"Yangzi contacted the military compound yesterday via a top-secret hotline. He gave a direct order."

"The situation outside is too chaotic right now. The famine has driven many people to lose their minds. Even with Zhu Zi and Xiao Li protecting you here, it's hard to guarantee that these beasts won't secretly plot against you."

Tian Yu looked at Lin Fan, her eyes revealing an unwavering determination.