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

The rusty iron gate of the flour factory was smashed by a military truck with its headlights off!

The two iron gates twisted and deformed in mid-air before crashing heavily into the muddy water.

"Who goes there!" The two rebels in the guardhouse jumped up in fright and were about to touch the whistle on the table.

boom!boom!

Two shadowy figures, like phantoms, rushed into the guardhouse and slammed the butts of their rifles into the back of the necks. The two men didn't even utter a sound before passing out.

A large truck was parked in the center of the factory area. Two jeeps followed closely behind.

Twenty special forces members, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, quickly dispersed under Chen Feng's command, forming a tactical formation to surround the main workshop in the middle, which was dimly lit.

Inside the main workshop, there is a room that has been converted into a torture chamber.

Kong Jie was tied to an iron chair. There was a bruise on his face, from where he had been grazed by a steel pipe. But his face, as hard as rock, was filled with contempt and mockery.

Sitting opposite him was Wang Dapao, the director of the First Security Division of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee.

Wang Dapao, wearing a leather jacket and holding a bloodstained belt, paced back and forth in front of Kong Jie in a fit of rage.

"Kong Jie, don't be so stubborn! Do you still think you're the high and mighty commander of the military region? Let me tell you, now it's the revolutionary masses who call the shots! You better confess honestly how Lin Yang instructed you to protect the descendants of capitalist roaders in Xinjiang. If you sign this document, I guarantee you'll return to the Northwest unscathed!"

Kong Jie spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and sneered.

"Wang Dapao, you think you can convict me with your rotten bones? Back when I was fighting the American tank divisions in Korea, you were probably playing in the mud somewhere. You think you can get rid of Lin Yang through me? Dream on! If you have the guts, kill me today, or I'll skin you alive as long as I have a breath left!"

"You're asking for it!" Wang Dapao was enraged and raised his belt to strike.

At this critical moment.

Boom!

The heavy wooden door of the interrogation room exploded with a deafening bang, shattering into pieces from the outside! Wood chips flew everywhere like shrapnel.

A cold draft blew rainwater into the house.

Wang Dapao trembled with fright, dropping the belt from his hand to the ground.

"Who!" Several thugs around Wang Dapao immediately drew their Black Star pistols from their waists.

The smoke and dust outside the door dissipated.

Li Yunlong strode into the room like a furious black bear. He completely ignored the gun barrels pointed at him and directly raised his Type 56 submachine gun.

Da da da da!

A burst of bullets struck the ceiling, sending rubble and lime dust raining down. The deafening gunfire echoed through the cramped room, causing everyone's eardrums to ache.

"All of you, put the hell down your guns! Anyone who dares to move an inch, I'll riddle them with bullets!" Li Yunlong roared, his eyes bloodshot.

The thugs were completely stunned by this reckless killing intent, and they trembled as they put down their guns.

Using the dim light, Wang Dapao recognized the newcomer. Although he felt uneasy, he still shouted defiantly, "You...you're Li Yunlong?! This is the Municipal Revolutionary Committee's investigation site. You dare to lead troops to storm a local unit? This is treason!"

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out.

Wang Dapao spun halfway through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out two bloody back teeth.

Lin Yang took off his rain-soaked wool coat and handed it to He Yuzhu behind him. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and walked step by step to Wang Dapao.

Those unfathomable eyes revealed an extreme indifference that seemed to control life and death.

"Rebellion? Do you even deserve to use that word?" Lin Yang looked down at Wang Dapao, who was like a dead dog.

"You...you're Lin Yang!" Wang Dapao recognized the iron-fisted minister who frequently made headlines, and a genuine fear finally flashed in his eyes. "You dare hit me? I have...backing me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yang raised his foot and stomped his expensive black leather shoe hard on Wang Dapao's face, pressing his face firmly against the muddy and blood-stained ground.

The bones emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"I don't care who's behind you. But in Beijing, if you dare to touch my brothers, Lin Yang, even the Heavenly King himself would have to kneel down." Lin Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Lin Yang turned to look at Chen Feng and delivered his judgment in an icy tone.

"Chen Feng, detaining an active-duty military region commander is tantamount to armed rebellion according to wartime regulations. Arrest everyone involved in this room. Sever their tendons, disqualify them from carrying weapons, and then imprison them directly in the Ministry of Heavy Industry's underground dungeon on suspicion of treason. Let's see who dares to demand his release!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dapao and his men were utterly devastated. They finally realized that they had provoked a monster that disregarded all political unspoken rules and simply crushed everything with the most brutal force!

Several guards pounced on them like wolves, pinning Wang Dapao and the others down. With a few piercing screams, these wicked rebel leaders were rendered completely useless.

Li Yunlong had already walked to Kong Jie's side, ripped off the rope binding Kong Jie, and helped his old comrade-in-arms up.

"Old Kong! Are you alright?" Li Yunlong looked Kong Jie up and down.

Kong Jie stretched his wrists, which had turned purple from being constricted, and looked at Lin Yang and Li Yunlong standing in front of him. A hearty smile appeared on his weathered face.

"It's nothing. These cowards, they think they can kill me? Old Li, Yangzi, I owe you two a huge favor this time."

Lin Yang stepped forward, grasped Kong Jie's hand, and looked at him with deep respect.

"Brother Kong, you've been wronged. I've dragged you into this. They're after Wei Dong."

"Bullshit!" Kong Jie glared. "What do you mean by 'implicating' or 'implicating'? Wei Dong is one of my soldiers, a true hero who fought the Russians with bayonets in our Independent Armored Division! Anyone who dares to smear the soldiers of my Northwest Military Region, I, Kong Jie, will be the first to object!"

Kong Jie took a deep breath, his expression suddenly becoming extremely solemn.

He glanced at the rebels rolling on the ground, then lowered his voice and said to Lin Yang:

"Yangzi, these clowns in Beijing are nothing to worry about. But you must start preparing immediately."

"My risky trip to Beijing this time, to get winter clothes and accessories, was just a pretext."

The real reason is that the situation at the front has reached a critical point. The Soviet Far Eastern Military District has reinforced the front with two fully mechanized tank armies in the past two weeks! Large numbers of helicopters and ground attack aircraft have been deployed to field airfields.

Kong Jie's eyes held a chilling calm before an impending storm.

"All signs indicate that they are not conducting a drill. They are preparing for a real fight!"

Lin Yang's pupils contracted sharply.