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

The group continued walking, but at the next intersection, another sentry blocked their way.

The sandbags were piled up to half a person's height, and a Type 11 machine gun was mounted on top of the sandbags, with the muzzle pointing towards the street.

Japanese soldiers came up with their guns and questioned each of them, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the morning light.

He Dajun quickly stepped forward, bowing and scraping as he explained, his back bent even deeper than yesterday, his smile even more obsequious, as he pointed to the workers behind him and gave a long explanation.

The Japanese soldiers sized up the group of dusty-looking workers, then waved them through.

Seventeen minutes later, the factory gate appeared at the end of the street.

The outline of the factory building, half collapsed, emerged from the morning mist. Reaching the factory gate, they saw an additional light machine gun, its muzzle pointed outwards. The number of sentries had doubled compared to yesterday, and guards were stationed at the breach in the wall, with Japanese soldiers pacing back and forth.

Clearly, last night's battle prompted the Japanese to increase their vigilance.

Next, everyone got to work automatically.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, everyone knows how to do the work and is very conscientious.

The ruins were mostly cleared, with several small hills of broken bricks and tiles piled up on the ground, and several large pits filled and compacted with broken bricks. Although half of the roof of the factory building had collapsed, people no longer needed to climb over the rubble to move around inside.

At this rate, the ground should be cleaned up in another day or two.

He Dajun walked slowly through the factory, ostensibly inspecting the workers' progress, but in reality, he was feeling incredibly anxious.

Sasaki didn't come today; I wonder what he's up to.

He walked around the factory area twice and looked around the factory gate several times, but he didn't even see a shadow of Sasaki.

This gave him a headache. Without finding the right person, there was no way to plead for He Daqing.

All strategies failed; some were like trying to wink at a blind man—all their energy was wasted.

He Dajun sat in the wooden shack for a while, then stood up, walked around, and sat down again. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, then stood up and walked around again.

He went through every possible solution in his mind.

Ask Sasaki to intercede for them? He's not here.

Looking for Suzuki? Suzuki is just a sergeant in charge of logistics; he has no influence.

Looking for that translator? They're utterly useless.

After pondering for a long time, He Dajun finally made a decision.

If all else fails, we'll raid the Japanese stronghold tonight and forcibly take He Daqing out.

After being rescued, the whole family hid in a secret underground room.

The secret room contained food and water, enough to last for several months. However, this would completely destroy the identity he had painstakingly built up at the steel mill.

With the title of security chief gone, the opportunity to get close to the Japanese was gone, making it difficult to infiltrate again in the future.

Moreover, raiding a stronghold is extremely difficult and dangerous.

It can only be a last resort.

Anxious, He Dajun walked slowly around the steel rolling mill while checking the system.

He opened the system panel, browsing through the exchangeable resources and skills, to see if there was anything that could be of use.

There are significantly more illuminated patterns on the system panel than yesterday.

In addition to the basic supplies that were already available, such as grenades, rice, pork, water, and bullets, there is now an icon for an explosive pack and an icon for a landmine.

He Dajun was stunned for a moment; this was the first time he had seen defensive weapons in the system.

Next, let's look at the price.

Explosive packs are cheap, costing 20 points each, while landmines are expensive, costing 50 points each, which is equivalent to five hand grenades.

He currently has over 410,000 points, enough to buy over 8,000 landmines, so he's not short of money.

Landmines are not very useful in direct combat, but in certain situations, they are much more effective than hand grenades.

There are others.

The system also allows you to redeem clothes—gray cloth jackets, cotton-padded coats, and cloth shoes—all styles from that era, and at very low prices. There are also various foods available, such as bread and canned goods.

He flipped through the pages and looked at the skills section again.

The skill of superb shooting is still worth 50,000 points per turn, and no new combat skills have been introduced.

I have a bit of a headache.

The system is becoming increasingly rich in content, with everything from food and drink to clothing and daily necessities, but the two things that can significantly boost combat power are still the same.

The most urgent task now is to ensure combat effectiveness. If we really want to storm the stronghold, throwing grenades alone will not be enough.

In addition, He Dajun needs more effective protective measures.

He turned off the system panel and continued walking around the factory.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of Workshop 2.

Workshop 2 is the most crucial department of the steel rolling mill, where the main shaft and gears of the rolling mill are located. When the mill was bombed the night before, He Dajun deliberately did not place explosives there, intending to use them as bait.

Once the Japanese have repaired the machine, we'll bomb it again, making them suffer the most.

The Japanese are currently working hard to repair Workshop 2.

Two Japanese guards stood at the workshop entrance, holding Type 38 rifles. When they saw He Dajun walking over, one of them immediately reached out to stop him and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

He Dajun greeted them, pointed to his head to indicate his identity, and then pointed into the workshop, meaning he was going in to inspect.

The guard glanced at He Dajun, but ultimately let him in.

Workshop 2 was a hive of activity.

Several skilled technicians from Daxia were gathered around the base of a rolling mill that had been blown askew, using tools to remove the deformed bolts.

Today, there were two unfamiliar faces: two young men dressed in Japanese military uniforms, holding tools, squatting next to a rolling mill, studying the blueprints.

These are Japanese technicians, temporarily transferred from the engineering corps, responsible for repairing core equipment.

The two were so busy that they didn't even have time to look up and had no time to look at He Dajun.

Nobody paid any attention to him.

He Dajun slowly walked around the workshop, looking around as if he were on an inspection tour.

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

[First family-themed mission issued: Rescue He Daqing. Mission reward: Detailed locations of ten tunnels in Beijing.]

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

He Dajun stood behind the packing station, stunned for a second.

The system is quite user-friendly.

Knowing that he wanted to save He Daqing, they immediately sent him a specific mission.

The location of the ten tunnels—what does that mean? It means that he no longer only has the place under his bed to hide in Beijing. After rescuing He Daqing, even if he is hunted down by the entire city, he will have ten escape routes to choose from.

This is our trump card for survival.

Immediately express agreement through thought.

[Accept the mission in the dormitory. Reward: One use of the rare Golden Armor Protection skill, which can negate one close-range bomb explosion.]

He Dajun was overjoyed.

Rare Golden Armor Protection Skill. Can negate one close-range bomb explosion.

Ordinary gold armor can only stop two bullets, but this one can stop bombs; it was specifically designed for this mission.

Without hesitation, he immediately used the rare Golden Armor protective skill.

The next second, He Dajun felt a layer of something on his body.

It felt similar to when I used the golden armor last time, but much thicker. It was as if some invisible film enveloped my entire body, lasting for several seconds before dissipating.

I know, this super skill has already taken effect.

I paused for a moment when I reached the machine at the very back of the workshop.

This corner is the darkest, and no one is coming here yet.

While no one was watching, He Dajun quietly redeemed three landmines from the system, bent down, and buried the three landmines in the pile of broken bricks behind the scrap steel plate.

After planting the landmine, he took two steps back to make sure there were no visible traces.

Then he took a deep breath and deliberately stepped on one of the landmines with his left foot.

The landmine beneath my feet made a soft metallic snapping sound as the fuse was triggered.

He Dajun didn't lift his foot; instead, he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey? Look, what did I step on?"

The sound was quite loud, carrying a hint of surprise and curiosity, as if they genuinely didn't know what was under their feet.

The technicians who were busy working around the rolling mill glanced back at him, but didn't come over. They just frowned, as if to say, "What's wrong with this lackey now?"

He Dajun shouted again, this time louder and with a hint of panic: "What is this thing? It feels strange when I step on it!"

Hearing the commotion, the guards standing at the workshop door finally came in.

A guard bent down and glanced at the ground beneath He Dajun's feet.

His expression immediately changed.