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

Lin Yang paused, a chilling aura flashing in his eyes.

"If he dares to utter a single unnecessary word, or if his men dare to obstruct him, there's no need to ask for permission from each level up; fire a warning shot immediately. If anyone still defies orders, take immediate control! I, Lin Yang, will bear all the consequences!"

"Understood! Mission accomplished!" He Yuzhu answered loudly, turned and strode out of the operations room.

The blood in his chest had been burning hot for years. In the past few years, he had watched those radicals in the factories and mines stir up trouble and disrupt the good production order in the capital. He had been holding back his anger, and today he could finally take action to deal with them in a legitimate way.

Li Yunlong watched He Yuzhu's retreating figure, took a deep breath, and turned to walk in front of Lin Yang.

He pulled a well-preserved, blued Browning pistol from its holster at his waist. It was a trophy he had captured on the battlefield years ago and had carried with him for over a decade.

Li Yunlong raised his hand and slammed the pistol heavily onto Lin Yang's desk.

"Yangzi, let Zhuzi take this gun. Old Ding recognizes it. As soon as he sees it, he'll know it's us old brothers coming to take him home. That stubborn mule won't hide in the air-raid shelter and keep arguing with Zhuzi and the others."

Lin Yang nodded solemnly and carefully put the gun away.

"Don't worry, Brother Li. If Brother Ding loses even a single hair, I'll hold you accountable with this pillar."

Zhao Gang looked out the window at the increasingly heavy snowfall and let out a long sigh.

"Yangzi, where do we send the person after we rescue them? The capital is a powder keg right now. If Lao Ding comes back at this critical moment and is discovered by those people, it will definitely cause another huge uproar."

Lin Yang walked to the national map on the wall, picked up a red and blue pencil, and traced a long transfer route along the map with the pencil tip.

"We can't go straight back. After taking off from Shenyang, we'll turn around and head west, flying to the northwest base in Jinyintan, Qinghai."

Lin Yang's voice was filled with unquestionable certainty and authority.

"Once we get to the Northwest, it's my territory. I want to see which blind radical dares to break into the military testing base, which is guarded by two high-voltage barbed wire fences and a heavily armed guard regiment. Once we get there, Tian Yu will treat Brother Ding's injuries at the base's field hospital. As long as he doesn't step out of the base, he'll be absolutely safe."

Upon hearing this arrangement, Li Yunlong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense the entire way, finally settled. He stepped forward and gave Lin Yang a tight hug.

"Yangzi, I can't thank you enough. I owe you a life."

"Brother Li, we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together, don't be so formal." Lin Yang patted his broad back. "Time is of the essence, you can't stay in Beijing any longer. Set off now and head straight back to the Southeast Sea Defense Zone. As long as you hold the line on the front lines, that Director Ma in the north won't be able to cause any trouble."

At two o'clock in the morning, on a snow-covered mountain road, a military jeep, shrouded in snow and fog, quietly drove away from the city.

Meanwhile, on the tarmac of the Nanyuan military airfield in Beijing, the engine of a transport plane roared deafeningly in the cold wind.

He Yuzhu was dressed in a jet-black training uniform, with a submachine gun loaded with bullets slung across his chest, and his face was covered in camouflage paint in alternating shades of dark green and charcoal black. Behind him, twenty special forces soldiers in similar attire stood in neat rows, each with eyes as sharp as wolves and exuding a chilling aura of seasoned training.

Lin Yang, wearing a heavy military overcoat, slowly walked to the front of the line. The wind and snow fell softly on his shoulders, but could not suppress the iron-blooded aura of someone who had long held a high position.

He didn't give a long mobilization speech; he simply walked up to He Yuzhu and handed him the brown paper bag containing the top-secret official document, along with Li Yunlong's Browning pistol.

"Pillar."

"Please give instructions, sir!"

"Remember your identities. You are not from the Ministry of Heavy Industry, nor from local security. You are a special inspection team directly under the National Defense Industry Headquarters, holding the highest special law enforcement authority granted by the headquarters."

Lin Yang stared intently into He Yuzhu's eyes, his voice sounding particularly cold and hard amidst the howling wind and snow.

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"Once we arrive in Shenyang, whether we're facing troublemaking radicals or Director Ma from the mining rectification team, we must absolutely dominate them in terms of presence. Don't bother arguing with them; these people don't follow any rules. Absolute force is the most effective criterion. We must bring Comrade Ding Wei safely to the Northwest!"

"Don't worry, sir! Anyone who dares to block our way, don't blame us for being ruthless with our weapons! The whole team is armed, board the plane!"

He Yuzhu turned around abruptly and waved his hand. Twenty special forces soldiers, like ghosts in the night, moved swiftly and silently onto the rear cabin of the transport plane.

The heavy cabin door slowly closed, the transport plane accelerated on the runway, then suddenly pulled up its nose, breaking through the snowstorm that blanketed Beijing, and plunged into the deep night in the northeast.

Lin Yang stood on the snow-covered tarmac, looking up as the transport plane disappeared completely into the thick clouds. He knew that a few hours later, a head-on confrontation would unfold in that abandoned air-raid shelter on the outskirts of Shenyang.

Director Ma's schemes, which he thought could be used to deceive everyone, will ultimately turn into a laughable mess in the face of absolute power and higher-level authority.

This is the bottom line Lin Yang set during these turbulent years: he never provokes trouble, but if anyone dares to touch the people around him, he will make them pay a bloody price with overwhelming force.

The heavy snow continued to fall, as if trying to bury this noisy and chaotic era. But Lin Yang's gaze had already pierced through the swirling snow, looking towards a more distant and longer road ahead.

……

An abandoned air-raid shelter left over from wartime in the suburbs of Shenyang.

This place was originally an underground warehouse storing decommissioned military supplies, but now it has become a detention center set up by some people without their consent. The cold, damp air is mixed with a pungent musty smell and a faint smell of blood, making one's bones ache from the cold.

In the interrogation room at the deepest part of the air-raid shelter, a high-wattage incandescent light shone brightly, its glaring light shining directly on people's faces.

Ding Wei was bound to an iron chair. This iron-willed garrison commander, who had once commanded thousands of troops in the icy wilderness of Changjin Lake and instilled fear in foreign armored forces on the northern frontier, now had his officer's uniform stripped off, leaving him in only a thin, blood-stained shirt. His left eye was swollen, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet his bloodshot eyes still revealed their unwavering arrogance and contempt.

Sitting opposite him was Director Ma of the Mining and Industrial Rectification Team, who wore thin-rimmed glasses, had a fair complexion, but a sinister look on his face.

"Old Ding, why bother?" Director Ma held up an enamel mug, gently blowing away the tea leaves floating on top. His tone was tinged with the hypocrisy of a victor. "The situation outside has already been settled. All you have to do is sign this confession, admitting that you illegally transferred war supplies, obstructed production rectification, and formed cliques in the garrison area, and I'll immediately have someone find a doctor to treat your injuries. You already have an old injury on your leg, and it's below minus ten degrees Celsius in this air-raid shelter. If you endure two more nights like this, your leg will be truly ruined."

"Pah!"