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

The young man looked up at the alley ahead, just as Bai Ling's figure turned the corner.

He took a step and followed at a distance, keeping a distance of seventy or eighty meters from Bai Ling.

Clearly, the Japanese also knew that the Great Xia resistance army was wounded and needed to find a doctor.

More than 300 pharmacies and dozens of hospitals and clinics in Beijing are now under surveillance.

Everyone who comes to buy medicine, see a doctor, or consult a physician is being secretly watched.

Especially for people coming to see me for gunshot wounds, no matter the reason, I have to investigate them.

This arrangement didn't start today. Long before their troops even set foot in Beijing, the Special Higher Police had already clearly marked all the pharmacies and clinics in the city.

This is an experience they gained from the occupied territories in the north: the resistance fighters' weakness lies not in weapons, but in gauze, in anti-inflammatory drugs, and in doctors who can stitch up wounds.

Doctors and pharmacies are key targets for monitoring.

By controlling these groups, we have effectively cut off the lifeline of the resistance fighters in the city.

Bai Ling walked back at a moderate pace.

Her gaze slowly swept across the street, and she quickly noticed someone following her, but she pretended not to know and didn't go to any other pharmacies.

Bai Ling's current behavior is that of an ordinary young woman who doesn't understand anything.

Twenty minutes later, Bai Ling returned to the courtyard house empty-handed, much to the disappointment of He Daqing and He Liushi.

But she knew there was no other way. Her younger sister-in-law was so young, and the fact that she had the courage to go out and find a pharmacy already put her ahead of many others.

Unfortunately, the Japanese devils are so wicked, and the world is so difficult.

Meanwhile, the plainclothes officer followed them to the courtyard house but did not go inside, thus confirming Bai Ling's residence.

Next, other colleagues will be responsible for reconnaissance and the search. For example, puppet soldiers and village chiefs can all come.

They don't need to do anything themselves; that's called division of labor and cooperation.

Meanwhile, He Dajun was still fighting on the front lines despite his minor injuries.

The bandage on his left leg was soaked with red blood, and he walked with a limp, but he refused to sit down and rest.

He spent the whole day wandering around the factory, looking here and there, shouting and urging the workers to get to work.

Suzuki stood at the workshop entrance and glanced at him from afar, his lips twitching slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was disgusted or impressed.

This lackey, his leg is injured so badly and he's still wandering around here, he's practically risking his life to lick the ass of the Imperial Army.

I waited until after 9 p.m., when it was completely dark. A few searchlights at the factory gate illuminated the ruins brightly.

The whistle finally blew to signal the end of the workday.

The workers gathered their tools in the tool shed and dragged their lead-filled legs toward the factory gate.

He Dajun stood at the factory gate, ticking off each item in the registration book.

As Yi Zhonghai walked past him, he kept his head down and didn't say a word.

As Xu Wude walked over, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Captain He."

He Dajun nodded and made a mark on his notebook.

At this moment, Sasaki's guard approached and said to He Dajun, "He Dajun, the major is letting you go back by car. Your leg is injured, but the major said you're a loyal dog of the Imperial Army, so this is a reward for you!"

Upon hearing this, He Dajun immediately bowed, his face filled with gratitude, and repeatedly said thank you, Sir.

The guard waved and pointed to a three-wheeled motorcycle parked at the factory gate.

It looks old, but in this city full of ruins, Lou Bancheng can definitely enjoy the convenience of being able to take a motorcycle home.

He Dajun limped toward the motorcycle and climbed on.

The workers behind couldn't help but feel envious and jealous when they saw this.

Yi Zhonghai and Xu Wude, in particular, thought to themselves, "He Dajun is really lucky. He stepped on a landmine and got such benefits."

These people don't realize that if a normal person steps on a landmine, they will definitely die.

When He Dajun returned to the courtyard, it was already pitch black. The motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the alley. He Dajun got out of the motorcycle, bowed and thanked the driver, and limped into the courtyard.

The motorcycles underwent three inspections on the road.

Now, in the courtyard houses, every household has closed their doors, and there isn't a ray of light coming through the windows.

It was pitch black.

He Dajun didn't go back to his own room; instead, he knocked on He Daqing's door.

A small oil lamp was lit in the room, with a very short wick, casting a dim, yellowish light.

At this moment, He Daqing was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), shirtless, with deep whip marks on his back.

Hearing the door open, He Liu went to the door and saw He Dajun. Her eyes lit up and she said, "Dajun, you're finally back."

Her voice was trembling with tears.

When He Dajun saw He Daqing's appearance, both brothers were somewhat surprised.

To He Daqing's surprise, He Dajun's leg was wrapped in bandages, and he walked with a limp.

To He Dajun's surprise, He Daqing's injuries were more severe than he had anticipated.

Although he had prepared himself mentally when he pleaded with Sasaki, he still clenched his fists when he saw the whip marks on He Daqing's body, his fingers cracking.

"Dajun, what happened to your leg?" He Daqing asked, his voice still hoarse as he turned his head to the side.

"It's nothing, I just bumped into it on purpose at the factory, it's a minor injury."

He Daqing didn't understand what was said at all.

He Dajun explained, "Brother, I expected that too. The Japanese devils would definitely take action to arrest people, so I deliberately injured myself at the factory to get some wound medicine from the Japanese devils."

He Dajun pointed to the bandage on his leg as he spoke, "It was a ruse. You can't catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den. Although I got some minor injuries, the result was alright. I got the medicine, and you were released."

He then took out two packets of wound medicine from his pocket and placed them on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He Daqing looked at the two packets of medicine, then at the bandage on He Dajun's leg, and his eyes reddened.

Unexpectedly, He Dajun had thought of this in advance, deliberately injuring himself in the factory in order to get medicine for himself.

He was just a cook, he didn't know anything about self-inflicted injury, he only knew that his younger brother had risked his own leg to save him. His voice was even hoarseer, and he said, "Dajun, I've dragged you down."

He Dajun waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking.

He Liu carefully applied the wound medicine to He Daqing's wound. When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, He Daqing grimaced in pain, and the muscles in his shoulder twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

He Dajun then took out two more loaves of bread and handed them to He Liushi. "Sister-in-law, I smuggled these from the Japanese devils. You two eat them quickly, and don't let any outsiders see."

This was naturally obtained through system redemption.

The bread was soft and fluffy, with a slight sheen of oil on the surface. Mrs. He took the bread, her hands trembling.

He broke off half a piece and handed it to He Daqing. He Daqing took a bite and chewed very slowly, as if he was reluctant to swallow it.

He Liu didn't eat it herself. She wrapped her half in a cloth and stuffed it under her pillow, waiting for Sha Zhu to wake up so she could give it to him.

This is how everyone lives in this era.

At this moment, Bai Ling walked over from her side room.

He Dajun was somewhat surprised that Bai Ling hadn't stayed in He Daqing's room.

However, she didn't ask any further questions. The four chatted for a while, then Bai Ling looked at He Dajun, indicating that she had something to ask him. He Dajun thought for a moment, nodded, and went to the next room.

Bai Ling closed the door and immediately said, "After my brother was injured, I went to a nearby pharmacy to buy medicine. There were Japanese soldiers inside."

His voice was very low, and he spoke faster than usual.

He Dajun wasn't too surprised.

After the Japanese occupied Beijing, controlling pharmacies and clinics became standard practice.

When the resistance fighters are injured, they need to buy medicine, and to buy medicine, they need to go to the pharmacy.

He asked Bai Ling which pharmacy she went to, and Bai Ling said it was Baolin Pharmacy, two streets past the alley entrance, and the shopkeeper was called Lao Yang, who was a member of the Da Dang.

He Dajun wasn't too surprised.

Although the underground organizations of the major party were severely damaged by the Kuomintang, those who have persisted in Beijing until now are all people who have taken root there.

It's not surprising that there are liaisons for them near the courtyard houses.

However, he didn't pursue the matter further, since he wasn't a member of a major party. Bai Ling telling him this was essentially a violation of discipline.

However, Bai Ling had no choice but to whisper, "I want you to go and take a look for me."

"So that's how it is." He Dajun pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, let's go now."