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

Bai Ling stood by the kang (a heated brick bed), her face flushing again. After hesitating for a few seconds, she bit her lip and whispered, "Um, how about I sleep on the floor?"

He Dajun looked at her irritably and said, "Of course we'll sleep in the same bed. Otherwise, it would be terrible if people found out we don't look like a married couple."

He then added, "That old fox Yi Zhonghai I told you about before, the way he looked at me at the factory today was off. If he finds out we're sleeping in separate beds, the whole courtyard will know tomorrow."

Bai Ling thought about it and had to admit that He Dajun made a good point.

She remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing.

Finally, they blew out the oil lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

He then groped his way to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), carefully lay down, his body taut like a fully drawn bow, even holding back his breath.

She could smell the soapy scent on He Dajun's body, which he had just taken a shower, and the unique warmth of a man's body.

The bed wasn't big, and the two of them inevitably bumped into each other while sleeping together. Every time their arms touched, Bai Ling felt that the skin in that spot was more sensitive than the rest of her body, as if she were being gently burned by something.

From the time she joined the underground Communist Party until today, she never imagined that she would sleep on the same kang (a heated brick bed) with a man she had only met for a day.

But she couldn't hide, she couldn't move, and she even had to suppress her breathing.

In the darkness, He Dajun suddenly chuckled softly twice, turned to the side, and teased her in a low voice, "Wife, relax, I'm not a Japanese devil, I won't eat you."

Bai Ling glared at him in the darkness, even though she knew he couldn't see her. She took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders slightly, but her body remained tense.

He Dajun added, "Wife, the Japanese might check us later to see if we're husband and wife. We need to prepare in advance so we can really become husband and wife."

The remark was clearly meant as a joke, but in the darkness, the two lay side by side, feeling as if something bad could happen at any moment.

Bai Ling became even more nervous, but remained silent. She didn't know how to respond.

Just as Bai Ling was wondering what to say, He Dajun said again, "Okay, honey, I was just joking with you. I'm going to sleep on the floor."

His tone was no longer teasing; it became serious.

"Ah!" Bai Ling couldn't help but exclaim, then covered her mouth with her hand.

In the darkness, He Dajun had already sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed). He gently covered Bai Ling with a quilt and spread an old cotton-padded jacket on the floor.

However, he didn't go to the ground yet; he just sat there. After thinking for a while, he felt it was inconvenient to talk like that, so he lay down again.

He pressed his lips to Bai Ling's and whispered, "When I came back today, I heard a woman crying in the alley outside. She was crying very sadly. I'm thinking of going to check it out tonight, and maybe I can take down a few Japanese devils while I'm at it."

Bai Ling hadn't expected such a big turn of events. She lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and remained silent for a while.

She knew He Dajun was a very capable fighter, but going there would still be very dangerous; there were bound to be Japanese sentries in the darkness.

They began to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, He Dajun added, "Also, I want to go check on Uncle Tan's side. I wonder if they've left safely."

Bai Ling remained silent for even longer. She also wanted to know about this comrade's safety, so she finally said, "Then be careful."

He then pulled a hand grenade from under the bed and handed it to He Da, saying, "Take this with you, just in case you need it."

He Dajun took the grenade without refusing.

From Bai Ling's perspective, it was impossible for her to know that he had other weapons.

So he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back safely."

After midnight, He Dajun quietly left the house and slipped out.

The door closed gently behind him, and the latch fell back down.

The courtyard was as black as ink.

There was no moon in the sky, and the few stars looked distant and cold.

He Dajun left the courtyard, went to the alley outside, to the tunnel outside the public toilet, walked down a few steps, picked up the flashlight and hand grenade he had exchanged.

He thought to himself, "I've been playing the role of a traitor all day, I'm so suffocated, I have to go out for some fresh air tonight."

"We need to kill more Japanese devils, damn it."

After that, he kept walking inside, and after a while, he found that the tunnel was blocked and he couldn't get out, but that didn't stop him.

He Dajun used the system to exchange 100 points for a shovel.

The hoe is made of iron and has a sharp point. The handle is made of hardwood and feels heavy in the hand.

He spat into his palm, then swung his hoe and began digging furiously at the pile of broken bricks and rammed earth.

With one stroke of the hoe, the broken bricks crumbled, and a crack appeared in the soil.

With another stroke of the hoe, the seam became a gap.

The muffled thud of a hoe striking broken bricks echoed through the tunnel, and his breathing grew heavier.

With his immense strength, he dug for a full ten minutes. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and the burning sensation made him squint into one eye.

The dust made him cough, but he didn't stop wielding the hoe.

The last hoe stroke broke through the soil, and a burst of air mixed with gunpowder smoke and the smell of burning filled the gap.

He Dajun slowly crawled out of the gap and stared blankly at the main room of Tan Zhengyong's house.

Half of the roof had collapsed, and several broken beams lay askew in the ground like the ribs of a dead man. The walls were riddled with bullet holes, so densely packed that a flashlight beam revealed at least dozens of bullet holes on one wall.

The broken bricks and wood chips on the ground were scattered everywhere, interspersed with large patches of dried blood.

The table is broken, the chair is broken.

He Dajun stood cautiously at the tunnel entrance, trying to reconstruct the scene in the darkness. He guessed that the Japanese had probably arrived quickly, and Tan Zhengyong and his son had no choice but to fight back.

He was secretly annoyed. He had caused the deaths of Tan Zhengyong and his son. He had to kill more Japanese soldiers tonight to console them.

Afterwards, he took out a flashlight and deliberately shone it for a moment, then immediately turned it off and quickly returned to the tunnel entrance.

At that moment, someone shouted from the darkness inside the room, speaking in the Japanese language.

Although I couldn't understand it, it was definitely a threat.

There's an ambush inside the house!

Without a second thought, He Dajun pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it out immediately.

The grenade flew through the air for less than two seconds before hitting the spot where the Japanese soldier had just made his voice.

With a muffled "boom," shrapnel struck the wall, sending broken bricks scattering across the floor.

The Japanese soldiers didn't expect He Dajun to be so decisive; he opened fire without warning and killed him instantly.

This explosion was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Inside the Tan family's house, seven or eight muzzle flashes suddenly appeared in the darkness, and bullets flew from all directions, hitting the broken walls and tiles, with sparks and brick fragments flying everywhere.

The bullets pierced through the charred cloth curtain and struck the blue bricks at He Dajun's feet, making a series of thuds.

Immediately afterwards, a grenade was thrown over.

Judging by their firepower, the Japanese have a whole squad.

Indeed, this was the case. During the search of the Tan family home that morning, they deduced from the reactions of the Tan father and son that the place was likely a liaison point for the underground Communist Party.

A squad was left to lie in ambush nearby.

A squad of thirteen Japanese soldiers lay in ambush around the Tan family's residence for over ten hours, waiting specifically for someone to come.

They waited a long time, thinking they had failed. Unexpectedly, the other party finally arrived so late.

Unfortunately, what they encountered was not the underground party, but a vicious dragon.

He Dajun didn't give them time to react.

He exchanged fifty grenades and five thousand points in one go through the system. For him, who now had more than three hundred thousand defense-breaking points, it was not even a fraction of the value.

The grenade appeared out of thin air beside him. This time, he didn't use the airburst grenade tactic, but threw it directly.

They used grenades as machine guns to fire.

These grenades were thrown out from different angles.

In almost a minute, He Dajun threw twenty grenades.

The explosions came one after another, as frequent as firecrackers during Chinese New Year, but with each explosion someone died.

Shrapnel flew through the darkness, bursts of light appeared one after another, and broken bricks and clods of earth fell like raindrops, interspersed with screams and the dull thuds of limbs hitting the ground.

The already dilapidated house was now even worse. The remaining half of the roof was blown off, and the roof beams were broken in two, one end crashing to the ground while the other end remained attached to the wall, leaning there at an angle like a broken bone.

Two walls collapsed, and flattened pieces of furniture were visible among the rubble.

The Japanese soldiers lying in ambush had no time to react.

Their tactical maneuvers were meaningless in the face of such firepower. The Japanese soldiers hiding behind the low wall were wiped out by He Dajun, and after the fire died down, they were all gone.

Total annihilation.

He Dajun did not leave immediately.