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

He Dajun looked at Bai Ling, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he said, "You should call me Brother Dajun."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment.

She was used to calling him Mr. He, or in her heart, she called him Comrade He Dajun.

The nickname "Brother Dajun" wasn't something she was used to. Or perhaps she wasn't used to it yet.

But she quickly realized that in this courtyard house, she was the wife He Dajun had brought back. It was inappropriate for a wife to call her husband "comrade," and even more inappropriate to call him "Mr. He."

"I'm sorry, Brother Dajun," Bai Ling said immediately, readily agreeing.

He Dajun seemed satisfied. He wasn't bothered by the form of address; he was concerned about the details.

Even a single wrong address could cause trouble. Although we're in a tunnel now, we don't have to worry about being overheard.

He then continued carrying the lantern, explaining as he walked, "I discovered this by chance. I estimate there are quite a few underground tunnels like this in Beijing."

Bai Ling nodded.

There was one at Tan Zhengyong's house just now.

After all, Beijing had so many princes, high-ranking officials, and wealthy people before, so they must have been worried about the chaos of war.

Therefore, no one knows how many such mysterious tunnels there are in Beijing. But there are definitely quite a few.

Standing in the underground tunnel three or four meters deep, Bai Ling said again, "Brother Dajun, Beijing has now fallen. The Japanese have occupied the city, the Communists are no good at fighting, and the civilians left behind are left unattended. We need more like-minded patriotic compatriots to resist and fight together."

She looked at He Dajun and said very sincerely, "Would you like to join our party?"

She said this in a formal tone, as if she were making an invitation on behalf of the organization.

But at the same time, she also knew in her heart that the person standing in front of her was not an ordinary prospect.

If He Dajun can join, it's like having another super soldier.

He Dajun did not answer immediately.

He remained silent for a long while before saying, "I'm sorry, Bai Ling, I refuse."

Bai Ling was taken aback.

She had anticipated many possible responses, but a direct refusal was something she hadn't expected.

"Why?" Her voice involuntarily rose a beat, then immediately fell back down.

At that moment, He Dajun had a sudden thought.

[Bai Ling's defenses are breached due to disappointment; the host gains one point for breaching defenses.]

He Dajun was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that not only could he kill the Japanese devils and traitors, but he could also increase his defense penetration score.

Although the defense penetration points are very few, only one point, these defense penetration points can be increased at any time, unlike killing the Japanese, which is a one-time deal.

Looking at Bai Ling, he said calmly, "Although the whole nation is fighting the Japanese devils now, things might not be so simple after we win. I'm worried that my brother, sister-in-law, and Zhuzi will be implicated in the future."

Bai Ling didn't expect He Dajun to say that.

She remained silent for a long time, looking very disappointed, or perhaps extremely disappointed.

However, no further invitations were extended.

There's an unwritten rule among underground workers in major political parties: never force anyone to join. Faith isn't something you can force, especially not something like this where you could lose your head at any moment.

After a moment, she slowly nodded, her voice tinged with bitterness, and said, "Yes, let's focus on surviving first."

He Dajun laughed and said, "That's right, Bai Ling. A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Let's fight the Japanese together. As for the rest, let's focus on surviving first."

Bai Ling stopped speaking.

Standing there, I was thinking about how to report this matter to the organization.

At this moment, Bai Ling was unaware that He Dajun's refusal was not due to distrust of the Da Party, but rather because he was worried about other things.

He's going to kill a lot of Japanese soldiers. A lot, a lot.

He worried that if he killed too many Japanese soldiers and made them bloodthirsty, the Japanese might retaliate against the Communist Party.

This kind of thing happened many times in the anti-cherry blossom war in another timeline. Some of the puppet troops were even former Kuomintang troops who were ordered to surrender and join the Japanese in specifically targeting the Kuomintang forces.

It's like the Japanese devils were furious after being beaten so badly by the Communist army.

At this time, not joining a major party is actually better for everyone.

If he were to actually commit an offense one day, the Japanese wouldn't launch a special attack against the main force.

However, he didn't tell Bai Ling about this, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain it.

And so, He Dajun took the lantern down from the wall, held it in his hand, and said to Bai Ling, "Let's go upstairs. My sister-in-law should have made breakfast by now, so she won't come looking for us and find us gone."

Bai Ling nodded and followed him up the steps.

The two walked up the steps one after the other.

He Dajun pushed the stone slab above his head with one hand, and the slab flipped up without making a sound.

Just then, He Liu's voice came from the kitchen: "Dajun, Bailing, dinner is ready!"

really.

He Dajun and Bai Ling exchanged a glance, went to the door together, opened it, walked through the main room, and headed to another room.

Breakfast was steamed buns, made from cornmeal with a little wheat flour mixed in; it was a rare treat these days.

On the table was a dish of pickled vegetables and a boiled egg.

He Liu placed the egg in front of Bai Ling and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, this is your first time visiting home, so I don't have much to offer you. Please have this egg."

Bai Ling glanced at the egg and saw that Sha Zhu was lying on the table, staring at the egg with longing eyes, drooling.

I immediately picked up the egg, cracked it on the table, peeled off the shell, and broke it in half.

Half of it was placed in front of Sha Zhu, and the other half was put back into He Liu's bowl.

"Sister-in-law, Dajun and I will eat steamed buns. The eggs are for Zhuzi; he's still growing."

He Liu was stunned for a moment and glanced at He Dajun.

He Dajun said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, just eat what she tells you to eat. Bai Ling isn't an outsider."

He Liu then picked up the half egg, took a small bite, and put the rest back into Sha Zhu's bowl.

Sha Zhu grabbed an egg and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out like a steamed bun.

At that time, life in Beijing was still very difficult.

It was considered good if cornbread and steamed buns were enough to fill one's stomach. Only when He Daqing worked as a cook at Tan's Restaurant could he occasionally bring back some leftovers. Many families were basically starving.

He Dajun took a bite of his steamed bun, pondering to himself.

His system allows him to exchange for a large amount of daily necessities, such as rice, pork, and eggs; the exchange points are just a drop in the ocean for him.

But now is not the time to take it out. We have to wait and find an excuse to take it out slowly.

The family of five sat around the table eating. After Sha Zhu finished eating, he started squirming in his chair. He Liu Shi wiped his mouth with a handkerchief while eating.

He Daqing was talking to He Dajun about the steel rolling mill, and he mentioned that Xu Wude looked unwell when he returned yesterday.

At that moment, shouts suddenly rang out from outside.

"Everyone out! Everyone from the courtyard houses, come out! The Imperial Army general has some questions for you!"

The sound came from the courtyard; it was shrill and loud, with a tone of arrogance and swagger.

Then came a series of bangings on the door.

He Liu's chopsticks fell onto the table, and her face turned pale instantly.

He Dajun and Bai Ling exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that the Japanese devils had finally arrived.

They all tried to appear calm.

He Dajun stood up and said in a low voice, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't panic. Clean up your face and go out to see what's going on."

He Dajun picked up He Yuzhu, but the little guy was frightened by the shouts outside and clung to He Dajun's neck, refusing to let go.

He Dajun patted him on the back and whispered, "Zhuzi, don't be afraid, your uncle is here."

Bai Ling followed He Liu into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of soot from the bottom of the pot on the stove, rubbed it in her hands, smeared it on He Liu's face twice, and then smeared it on her own face twice.

Soot from the bottom of the pot mixed with sweat smeared all over his face, making his originally fair skin look yellow and dull.

He Liu was already pale and thin, and after being smeared with soot from the bottom of the pot, she looked like a sickly person.

Bai Ling's pretty face was mostly obscured, and with her shoulders hunched and head bowed, she looked like an ordinary country wife, unremarkable.

This is a widely circulated piece of popular experience, derived from too many bloody lessons.

The Japanese soldiers would become savage when they saw a beautiful woman, and pretending to be ugly was the best way to save their lives.

After that, He Dajun carried Sha Zhu at the front, He Daqing followed behind, and Bai Ling and He Liu Shi walked at the back.

The door opened.

Three Japanese soldiers, two puppet soldiers, and a village headman dressed in black and white stood in the courtyard.

The three Japanese soldiers stood in a triangular formation. The one in the middle, carrying a military knife, was a second lieutenant, while the two on either side held a Type 38 rifle.

Two puppet soldiers, one holding a rifle and the other a pistol, stood next to the Japanese soldiers, their expressions even more arrogant than the Japanese soldiers themselves.

The village head was holding a booklet; he was the one who had just spoken.

The residents of the courtyard house gradually emerged from their rooms.