Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

Tan Zhengyong was surprised to find that Tan Xiaoguang hadn't left and tried to call out to him.

My mouth is open, but no sound comes out.

He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He could only watch helplessly as his son fired a shot, killing a Japanese soldier who rushed to the door.

Then the Japanese machine gun swept in, and the bullets pierced through the window paper and hit Tan Xiaoguang in the chest.

The seventeen-year-old boy took a step back, bumped into the wall, and dropped the gun in his hand.

He looked down at his chest, where blood was gushing from several bullet holes.

He raised his head, looked at Tan Zhengyong, and his lips moved.

No sound.

Then he slid down the wall, sat on the ground, and tilted his head to one side.

After killing a Japanese soldier, Tan Xiaoguang also sacrificed his life.

The gunfire finally stopped.

The main room was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Several Japanese soldiers rushed in and examined the corpses on the ground.

Tan Zhengyong and Tan Xiaoguang were quickly dragged out.

The bodies of the father and son were left at the doorway of the house.

The Japanese soldiers continued their house-to-house search, their boots leaving dark red footprints as they stepped over the still-wet bloodstains on the ground.

The sounds of banging on doors and crying echoed through the alley again.

He Dajun was completely unaware of this.

At this moment, he and Bai Ling went to a side room.

The side room was small, containing only a kang (a heated brick bed) and an old wardrobe. The windows were covered with old newspapers, making it very dark.

He Liu went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The fire in the stove had just been lit, and smoke was billowing out of the chimney, mixing with the lingering smoke from the gunpowder on the street.

Sha Zhu was being held by He Daqing.

Just then, someone knocked on the door again.

The knocking was very soft. He Dajun went to open the door, and it opened a crack. Yi Zhonghai was standing outside.

Yi Zhonghai didn't look well; his eyes were puffy, clearly indicating he hadn't slept all night.

He slipped inside, closed the door behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Dajun, how's that steel rolling mill doing?"

He Dajun repeated what he had said to He Daqing earlier.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Looking at He Dajun, her expression was complicated. Her lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Finally, he nodded and said in a low voice, "Dajun, you're quick-witted and think long-term. This is good, this is good."

After he finished speaking, he looked at He Dajun again, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yi Zhonghai thought that since He Dajun didn't bomb the steel mill, it meant that He Dajun had saved the steel mill for the Japanese.

This guy actually wanted to become a traitor, but why did he smash and kill several other coworkers who also wanted to become traitors?

After thinking for a while, Yi Zhonghai realized that He Dajun probably wanted to eliminate the other traitors to reduce competition.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai broke out in a cold sweat again. He had almost stood up at the steel mill gate to surrender to the Japanese, but Wang Aipeng beat him to it. Otherwise, he would be lying on the ground now.

He immediately realized that He Dajun was exceptionally ruthless.

Of course, this guy also doubted He Dajun's words. The steel mill was so big, the explosives were already planted, how could they possibly stop it?

But these are chaotic times, so safety and self-preservation come first.

Some questions are best left unasked. The more you ask, the more you'll know, and if you accidentally let something slip, you'll be the one in trouble.

Lost in thought, Yi Zhonghai looked at Bai Ling and paused for a moment, then asked, "And who is this?"

"My wife, Bai Ling," He Dajun said.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Bai Ling, then at He Dajun, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He nodded and said, "Okay, okay."

Without saying another word, he turned and pushed open the door to leave.

He Dajun watched Yi Zhonghai's figure disappear outside the door without saying a word.

Bai Ling walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "Is this person named Yi Zhonghai?"

"Yes, honey, you're so smart, you remembered it right away."

Bai Ling smiled and didn't correct He Dajun's statement. Instead, she continued, "Yi Zhonghai is a skilled technician at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill. He's quite capable, but he's cunning and timid, though shrewd enough."

He Dajun continued nodding and praising, "Wife, you're amazing."

Bai Ling frowned: "This kind of person is the most dangerous; they might report you at any time."

He Dajun nodded: "Yes, so I will keep an eye on him."

Then he added, "You better hide those two grenades well. If they're discovered, you're finished, and you'll drag my brother down with you."

Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "Then where should we hide it?"

At that moment, He Dajun had a "ding" in his mind.

[Main Quest Issued: Protect most of the residents of the courtyard house; in return, you will receive a super tunnel.]

[The super tunnel provides an extremely powerful concealment effect.]

[Does the host wish to accept this system task?]

He Dajun immediately indicated his agreement.

Unexpectedly, the system immediately "dinged" again.

[Host has obtained a super tunnel. Do you wish to use it?]

He Dajun was taken aback; this time, the system directly awarded him a reward.

It seems they also know that this mission to protect the courtyard house is no ordinary task.

Of course, it's understandable. Even someone as brave as He Dajun would be trapped in a courtyard house.

Soon, He Dajun had a clearer understanding of the super tunnel: a large tunnel would be formed right beneath this room, and its secrecy would be far superior to that of Tan Zhengyong's place.

After receiving the system notification, He Dajun walked to the door and confirmed that it was closed.

He turned and walked to the bedside, bending down to look under the bed.

There were two old wooden boxes and a chamber pot piled under the bed, just like what you'd find under a bed in an ordinary household.

He Dajun moved the wooden box aside, reached out and touched the ground, feeling a groove.

With a forceful pull, he lifted a section of floorboards, revealing a dark entrance underneath.

Bai Ling was taken aback.

The tunnel was right under where He Dajun usually slept, but she didn't even notice when she saw him go to pull it.

The floorboards fit together perfectly with the surrounding floorboards, even the wood grain was aligned.

Unexpectedly, He Dajun said again, "Wife, try pulling it."

Bai Ling walked over and reached out to pull on the floorboard. It wouldn't budge. She used her other hand, but it still wouldn't budge.

The girl had received training in the Party and had some strength, but the plank seemed to be rooted to the spot, and she couldn't lift it at all.

She glanced back at He Dajun, her eyes conveying a clear message: How could you possibly pull it?

He Dajun pulled the floor up again.

Bai Ling watched his movements from the side, confirming that he hadn't used any special techniques. She stretched out her finger to measure the thickness of the stone slab, which was almost twice as thick as a regular bed board.

It would take at least two or three hundred kilograms of force to pull open this entrance from the outside.

In other words, even if someone suspected there was a secret passage in the house and found this location, they wouldn't be able to move it. This tunnel is essentially unknown to anyone.

Invincible.

He Dajun lit a lantern, picked it up, and crawled down first.

Bai Ling hesitated for a moment, then followed him down.

She wasn't afraid of what He Dajun might do to her; if He Dajun were to harm her, she would have died countless times over.

After going down, He Dajun reached out and pulled the stone slab at the tunnel entrance back to cover it.

The stone plank fell back into place with a muffled thud, and the light overhead completely disappeared, leaving only the glow of the kerosene lamp flickering in the darkness.

The two began to walk inside. The tunnel was dug downwards, and after climbing about twenty steps, they reached the bottom. He Dajun raised the lantern, and Bai Ling could see what the tunnel looked like.

It's very deep, about three or four meters from the ground to the top of the cave.

It wasn't particularly big, but it was still seven or eight square meters, not much smaller than the side room above.

There were dozens of burlap sacks piled up in the corner, bulging and full, probably containing grain.

A wooden plank bed stood against the wall, covered with hay and an old cotton quilt. There were several vents in the wall, about the thickness of a finger, through which air flowed in, so it didn't feel stuffy.

You can even feel a slight breeze, which means that the vent is connected to the ground.

Bai Ling stood in the underground chamber, speechless for a long time. Food, a bed, ventilation—this wasn't a hastily dug hiding place; it was a dark underground chamber suitable for long-term habitation.

And it was right under He Dajun's bed.

Bai Ling stood in the tunnel, looking at everything around her, and remained silent for a long time.

She wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world; after all, she was an underground worker for a major party.

Unexpectedly, the person she casually followed back was not only incredibly skilled, but also had such an underground fortress hidden in his home.

This is incredibly lucky.

They increasingly wanted He Dajun to join the party.

He couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Dajun, how come you have these things here?"