Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Sun Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.

The office immediately became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a long silence, Sun Yue finally let out a long breath, his voice slightly hoarse: "Comrade Zhou Feng, are you... really serious?"

"Of course it's true! But it might take some time. How far has the situation developed in the north? Has it really reached the point where we need these things?"

Sun Yue was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "News came from Heilongjiang Province yesterday that there have been casualties on the northern border."

Zhou Feng's mind went blank for a moment.

casualties.

The word sounded light and airy, but Zhou Feng knew what it meant.

This means that living, breathing Chinese soldiers have fallen to the guns of the Russians in order to defend this land.

This means that in this era, the country is not strong enough, and even if one is right, one may not be able to speak with dignity.

Those hairy guys are just too damn bullying!

I've traveled from sixty years in the future, and I have the entire modern society as my backing. How can I not understand you?

"Leave this to me. I'll send the weapons over to you as quickly as possible!"

Zhou Feng made his promise seriously; he would not joke about this matter.

After the communication was completed, Zhou Feng came out of the Special Operations Unit and sat in the back seat of the jeep, expressionless.

Even after returning to the courtyard house, Bai Ling wanted to go inside with him, but he stopped her with his hand.

"You go ahead with your business, I need to contact the US as soon as possible!"

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, but seeing Zhou Feng's serious expression, she nodded: "Okay, contact the Special Operations Division directly if anything happens."

Zhou Feng entered the house and immediately closed the door behind him.

He took a deep breath, walked into the inner room, and with a thought, he vanished from the spot.

The scene before him changed, and he was now standing in that warehouse in the future world.

The warehouse was brightly lit, with rows of shelves neatly arranged, and several military green metal boxes sat quietly in the open space in the center of the warehouse.

Zhou Ming was standing next to the box. When he saw him appear, he smiled and said, "You're here? You're here pretty fast."

Since he was going to communicate with the organization in the courtyard world today, he would inevitably come to this warehouse, so Zhou Ming came here early to wait for him.

"Something's happened over there," Zhou Feng said succinctly. "The Russians have made their move; there have been casualties. What about the supplies?"

Zhou Ming's expression turned serious. Without asking any more questions, he pointed to the metal boxes: "They're all here. 20 sets of HJ-10 anti-tank missile systems. Each set includes a launch tube, aiming and guidance device, tripod, and 80 missiles. 10 smart sniper rifles, equipped with 1000 rounds of dedicated high-precision ammunition. The operation manual and the simple instructional video storage card are all in this waterproof bag."

He opened one of the boxes, and Zhou Feng peered inside.

Inside the box, a dark green missile lay quietly in a specially made foam groove. The missile body was slender, the warhead was sharp, and it emitted a cold metallic luster.

In another, slightly smaller box next to it, the parts of a sniper rifle were neatly arranged.

The gun body, scope, suppressor, bipod—every single component exudes a precise industrial feel.

"Is this thing any good?" Zhou Feng reached out and touched the gun barrel; it was ice-cold to the touch.

"The HJ-10 is a world-class third-generation anti-tank missile with fiber optic guidance, allowing the player to remain in the flight path. It has a maximum range of 10 kilometers and a hit rate of over 98%."

This was the first time Zhou Ming had come into contact with these weapons, but he knew the data in great detail.

"With an armor penetration depth of over 1600 mm, any tank of this era, whether it's a T-62 or a T-72, is just a layer of iron in front of it. As for the smart sniper rifle," he picked up a device resembling a telescope, "it integrates a fire control system, automatically ranging, automatically calculating the trajectory, and automatically correcting for wind drift. The user only needs to aim at the target and pull the trigger. Even a recruit who has never handled a gun before can shoot like a seasoned sniper after ten minutes of training."

This is far superior to the weapon parameters from Peacekeeper Elite that Zhou Feng had boasted to Bai Ling about before.

Zhou Feng's heart raced as he listened, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, take them all."

"Wait." Zhou Ming stopped him, taking an envelope from his pocket. "There's something else here. Take it to Sun Yue. It's not weapons, but... some advice. About how to use these weapons, how to avoid exposure, and how to clean up after the war. We have experts here who have specifically studied the tactics and situation of this era and have written a set of suggestions. Have them consider adopting them as appropriate."

"Don't worry, they're using the tone of patriotic overseas Chinese from America, there won't be any problems."

Zhou Feng took the envelope, weighed it in his hand, and solemnly tucked it into his pocket: "Thanks, Brother Ming."

"Hey, why are you thanking me? This isn't your personal matter."

Zhou Ming patted him on the shoulder. "You are the bridge to that world, and also the variable we cast into that era. Zhou Feng, remember, no matter what you do over there, protect yourself. You are unique."

Zhou Feng nodded, and with another thought, the warehouse in front of him blurred instantly, replaced by the familiar ceiling of the courtyard house.

Zhou Feng glanced at the envelope in his arms, then at the several military green metal boxes that had suddenly appeared on the ground, and suddenly sighed.

He did want to send these things to the Special Operations Unit immediately, but it was unreasonable for Sun Yue to take out so many weapons right after leaving there, even if he trusted Zhou Feng.

But when he thought about how the military and civilians in Heilongjiang Province were being threatened by the Russians, Zhou Feng gritted his teeth again.

So what if they have doubts? The trade between the two worlds has already taken shape. What can they do to us now?

At this point, he was no longer an ordinary person who could be manipulated at will.

"Get a few people and two cars, and move some stuff from here to the Special Operations Division."

This time, without waiting for anyone else to inform Bai Ling, Zhou Feng went directly to the entrance of the alley and knocked on the window of the jeep that had been parked there all along.

A few minutes later, seven or eight plainclothes officers followed behind him and carried the boxes onto the car one by one.

A jeep and a truck drove one after the other toward the Special Operations Unit.

When he arrived, Sun Yue and Bai Ling were already waiting for him at the gate. They immediately came to greet him when they saw Zhou Feng get out of the jeep.

"Is this what you meant by...that?"

Sun Yue asked instinctively, but realized something was wrong as soon as he said it, and forcibly changed his words to hide his true feelings.

Zhou Feng nodded solemnly and then handed over the waterproof bag in his hand.

"The instruction manual and simple instructional videos. Everything was on the truck; we moved it all over in one trip."

As he took the bag, Sun Yue's pupils contracted slightly, and his hands trembled a little.

This matter is beyond his capabilities.

Twenty minutes later, the two superiors who had received Sun Yue's call appeared in the square behind the Special Operations Department building. The surrounding area had been cleared and placed under martial law.

The leader opened the waterproof bag and took out the manual inside.

The book, spanning dozens of pages and richly illustrated, details the performance parameters, operating methods, and precautions for both weapons.

He quickly flipped through a few pages, then looked up, his voice a little hoarse: "Comrade Zhou Feng, these things... really can...?"

"Yes." Zhou Feng looked him straight in the eye. "The HJ-10, although it's only portable, can take down any tank of this era with a single shot. It's an intelligent sniper rifle; an ordinary soldier can learn to use it in ten minutes of training. If operated properly, we can wipe out any number of Russians that come."

The leader remained silent for a full ten seconds before suddenly gripping Zhou Feng's hands tightly.

His grip was very strong, and it hurt Zhou Feng a little, but Zhou Feng didn't dodge.

"Comrade Zhou Feng, on behalf of... on behalf of the organization, and on behalf of all the soldiers who fought valiantly on the border of Heilongjiang Province, thank you!"

Zhou Feng pursed his lips and asked softly, "Are the casualties serious?"

The leader didn't speak, but Sun Yue, who was standing next to him, nodded.

"Yesterday alone, seven were killed and more than twenty were wounded. The Russians are using advanced equipment, long-range sniping, and tank suppression; our firepower simply can't reach them. The soldiers... it's so frustrating."

Zhou Feng didn't say anything more, but after a long silence, he stood to the side.

He has already delivered the weapons and instructions for use here; now it's up to the Dragon Kingdom to make its own arrangements within the courtyard world.

After moving the boxes to the square, Sun Yue personally led a group to open the boxes and inspect the goods.

When the first HJ-10 missile was taken out of the box and revealed its slender and imposing shape in the sunlight, everyone present held their breath.

"What...what kind of missile is this? Why is it so long and thin?" a technician muttered under his breath.

"Fiber optic guidance, man on the loop." Another person flipped through the data. "This says that after launch, the missile will trail a fiber optic cable at its tail. The operator can see the image transmitted back by the missile in real time through the sights, manually adjust the trajectory, and hit exactly where it's aimed. Maximum range is ten kilometers, and armor penetration depth is over one and a half meters."

The technicians were dumbfounded.

After inspecting all the weapons, the leader immediately ordered: "Immediately organize the most reliable and elite soldiers for closed-door training overnight! I want these weapons to be on the border of Heilongjiang Province within three days!"

For the next period of time, Zhou Feng did not leave the Special Operations Division, but instead entered a secret base with the elite soldiers who had been organized.

Nominally, he was there to assist with the training, but in reality, in modern China, several weapons experts were already prepared.

If the warriors in the Siheyuan world have any questions about the operation, they will answer them via WeChat as soon as possible.

At the base, twenty elite soldiers, handpicked from various units, are undergoing closed training.

They were all sharpshooters with excellent mental fortitude and loyalty to the Party.

But when they saw those weapons, the expressions on their faces were incredibly interesting.

"Squad leader, this thing... can it really hit a tank from ten miles away?"

"And what's that mirror on this gun? And why is there writing on it?"

The expert in charge of teaching demonstrated step by step according to the operation manual.

When the soldiers saw the sniper rifle's fire control system automatically lock onto the target 800 meters away, and the bullet accurately hit its mark after they pulled the trigger, the entire training ground fell into a deathly silence, and then erupted into deafening cheers.

"This gun is amazing!"

"With this thing, those Russian snipers are nothing!"

Three days later, on the border of Heilongjiang Province, in a frozen wasteland with temperatures dropping to minus thirty degrees Celsius.

In the trench, a dozen soldiers huddled behind the frozen ground, their breath instantly freezing into frost.

In the distance, across the Ussuri River, one can see the Russian fortifications and the faint outlines of activity on the opposite bank.

"Damn it, here we go again," a young soldier with a chapped face muttered under his breath.

His name is Shi Tou. He has only been in the army for a year, but he has already been stationed on the border for eight months.

On the opposite bank, a T-62 tank was slowly driving up the earthen slope by the river, its cannon barrel arrogantly pointing to the sky.

In the foxholes nearby, Russian soldiers, wrapped in thick winter clothes, paced back and forth, and some even urinated in this direction as a provocation.

"Bastards!" Stone gripped his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Squad leader, are we just going to stand by and watch them be so arrogant?"

The squad leader was a veteran in his early thirties with a frostbite scar on his face.

He held an unlit cigarette between his teeth, squinting at the opposite bank: "What else can we do? Our cannons can't reach it, and charging across would be crossing the border. We'll just have to bear with it."

"But what about the Third Company yesterday..."

"Shut up," the squad leader said in a low voice.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

Several people turned around and saw the company commander leading a few soldiers wearing brand-new winter clothes and carrying strange backpacks crouching as they entered the trench.

The leader was a young man with thick eyebrows and big, sharp eyes.

"Get down, don't show your heads," the company commander whispered. "These guys are from headquarters, they have a mission."

Without a word, the young man with thick eyebrows put down his backpack, opened it, and revealed a pile of equipment that the stones had never seen before.

He quickly assembled a... rifle? But it was thicker than a regular rifle, and it had a square-shaped thing on it.

"See that tank over there?" The young man with thick eyebrows pointed to the opposite bank.

"I've seen it; it's always there, showing off its power."

"Okay." The young man with thick eyebrows waved to the person behind him.

Another soldier lay down and set up a strange launch tube, with the nozzle pointing diagonally to the sky and a thin optical fiber attached to the back.

"What...what is this?" Stone couldn't help but ask.

"The tank destroyer," the young man with thick eyebrows said succinctly. "Xiao Liu, take that tank down."

"Yes, sir!" The soldier operating the launcher took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the sights, his finger on the launch button.

Stone's eyes widened. How could such a distance be at least three or four kilometers?

"Whoosh—"

A burst of fire shot out from the rear of the launch tube, and the missile roared out, trailing a fiber optic cable that was almost invisible to the naked eye, soaring straight into the sky!

Then it drew a graceful arc in the air and swooped down toward the T-62 on the opposite bank!

The Russians on the other side of the strait clearly hadn't realized what was happening.

The tank was still parked there, and a soldier was even leaning half his body out of the turret, smoking.

The next second, the missile struck the top of the tank turret with pinpoint accuracy!

"boom!"

A huge fireball shot into the air!

The tank turret was blown several meters into the air before crashing heavily to the ground!

The smoking soldier didn't even have time to scream before he turned to ashes!

The trenches were deathly silent.