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

He Dajun couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. Liu Shengyun.

The young man's name was Liu Shengyun. He was probably a spy. He was furious after being hit on the head with a stick.

Five points, more than the two points Yi Zhonghai gave out of jealousy, shows that this person is absolutely furious.

Furthermore, this also indicates that Baolin Pharmacy has been targeted by the Japanese.

At the same time, Bai Ling, who was sleeping on the kang, could hear the sound of his clothes rubbing against the bedding as he turned over. She asked in a low voice, "You hit that little Japanese soldier. Will you get into any trouble?"

He Dajun leaned against the headboard, a smile still lingering on his lips from the system notification. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "Probably not. If I beat that little Japanese devil, it would only prove my loyalty to them."

"Think about it, if I weren't loyal, how could I dare to hit the people following me? The louder I shout, the more they think I'm the most loyal traitorous dog."

Bai Ling couldn't help but laugh in the darkness, and said with pursed lips, "How can you talk about yourself like that?"

Because it was late at night and everyone was quiet, Bai Ling felt that speaking too loudly would compromise privacy.

He hesitated for a moment, then moved to the inside of the kang (heated brick bed), pulled the quilt closer to himself, and said softly, "Why don't you come up here and talk? This way you can speak more quietly and won't be easily heard from outside."

He Dajun hesitated for a moment, then stood up and went to the kang (a heated brick bed).

Bai Ling had rolled to the very back of the kang (a heated brick bed), her back pressed against the wall, and gave him the quilt.

Her body was tense, her shoulders were hunched, her hands were on her waist, and her fingertips were gently gripping the corner of the blanket.

Actually, she didn't know whether she let He Dajun sit on the kang (a heated brick bed) for safety reasons, or because she had some strange thoughts about lying alone in the dark, or perhaps a combination of these reasons.

The two people lay side by side in the darkness, with a half-foot gap between them.

Bai Ling could smell the soapy scent on He Dajun's body after his shower, as well as the air movement caused by his breathing.

My shoulders relaxed a little, but my fingers were still clenched tightly.

The two chatted for a while.

Bai Ling was getting sleepy. Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, her consciousness was starting to blur, and she was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a hand gently patted her shoulder, and Bai Ling jolted awake.

In the darkness, He Dajun's voice was extremely low, almost whispering in her ear, "Bai Ling, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back in half an hour at most. Leave the door open for me."

Bai Ling turned her head to the side. In the darkness, she couldn't see He Dajun's face clearly, only his blurry outline.

He immediately replied, but the worry in his voice was unmistakable: "What do you want to do? Going out at this time is too dangerous."

He Dajun said, "It's alright. It's just causing some trouble for the Japanese. They made a huge fuss in our hospital tonight, and they beat up my cousin. I have to go collect the interest."

After saying that, he sat up and put on soft-soled cloth shoes.

Bai Ling watched him stand up, his shadow flickered in the darkness, and he silently walked to the door.

She didn't stop her anymore. Once someone makes up their mind to do something, you can't stop them.

However, she went back into the darkness and picked up the grenade she had used before.

He Dajun did not enter through the main gate of the courtyard house.

He walked to the courtyard wall on his side of the house, looked up and saw that the wall was at least three meters high, made of blue bricks, with some wooden spikes embedded on top.

But that didn't stump him.

He took two steps back, took a breath, and suddenly sprang into action, running quickly. He pushed off the wall with his back foot, his hands already gripping the top. He flipped over and landed on the wall, then gently jumped down.

It didn't make a sound.

The alley was pitch black. He Dajun quietly walked out onto a street, made sure there were no patrol teams nearby, and then ran quickly.

After consuming the Elixir of Life, his physical functions were greatly enhanced, and his current 100-meter sprint speed is estimated to be around nine seconds. His footsteps landed on the stone pavement almost without stopping, and he moved as fast as the wind.

Soon, someone shouted a warning in the darkness, speaking in Japanese.

He Dajun completely ignored him.

Holding the grenades he had redeemed from the system, he pulled the pins and flung them out one after another, without any aiming, just throwing them at the dark places where there were lights and figures.

After throwing ten grenades, I exchanged them for ten more, and then another ten grenades.

Thirty grenades covered the entire street in a very short time, spreading like a net from one end of the street to the other.

Flashes of explosions lit up one after another, shattered bricks and sandbags were blown away, and Japanese soldiers behind their bunkers were knocked over by shrapnel. Screams and explosions mingled together, echoing through the streets in the dead of night.

Soon, He Dajun killed thirty-three Japanese soldiers.

The system notifications in his mind kept ringing, one of which indicated that he had been given 3,000 points after a Japanese soldier was killed.

This guy's rank is probably not low, at least a lieutenant.

He didn't have time to look closely; he stopped behind a bombed-out fortification, picked up a Type 99 light machine gun,

They set up their guns on the pile of rubble and continued firing at the Japanese reinforcements who had rushed over after hearing the commotion.

The crooked-handled soldier jumped twice, and bullets poured onto the street like water, causing a large number of Japanese soldiers who came to reinforce to fall.

In the darkness, the Japanese soldiers felt that the enemy's firepower was incredibly fierce.

One moment there was a barrage of machine gun fire, the next a deluge of grenades. Judging from the density of the explosions and the coverage of the fire, at least a dozen people were attacking simultaneously.

But as they fought, they realized something was wrong. Why were grenades raining down everywhere? Why did the enemy have so many grenades?

As for the machine guns, although their firepower density was ridiculously high, they should be the machine guns of those Japanese soldiers.

Not daring to charge rashly, they could only fire blindly in the darkness, bullets hitting the ruins and sending up sparks.

A dozen minutes later, the gunfire in the darkness suddenly stopped.

The silence came without warning, as if someone had turned off a switch.

The Japanese soldiers lay hidden behind the bunker for a long time, not daring to chase after them immediately, and could only send two soldiers to crawl forward.

After finally climbing to the place where the gunfire had been the most intense, the pile of rubble was still smoking, and the ground was littered with spent shell casings and several empty magazines. The people were long gone.

Then they saw a flash of light, which was a fuse.

Soon after, a deafening "boom" rang out. Clearly, a large bag of explosives had been planted there.

The Japanese soldiers who had just come over were almost all blown up.

The remaining few were scared half to death, having just narrowly escaped death.

the other side.

At this moment, He Dajun carried the captured weapons on his back and quickly climbed over the courtyard wall back into the courtyard house.

He landed gently in the courtyard, walked to the door of his own side room, and knocked twice on the door.

The door opened almost immediately. Bai Ling hadn't slept at all. She was still holding the grenade in her hand, the pin on the fuse still attached, her thumb gripping the safety pin.

Upon seeing that it was He Dajun, she quickly pulled him inside and closed the door.

After that, the kerosene lamp was lit, and Bai Ling stared wide-eyed at what He Dajun had brought back.

He Dajun carried a Type 96 light machine gun on his back, a Type 38 rifle on his shoulder, and several grenades on his waist. He smelled of gunpowder as if he had just crawled out of a fire.

They went to rob a Japanese outpost.

Bai Ling heard the loud noise just now, which is why she had a grenade with her, ready to detonate it at any moment.

He Dajun didn't explain. He walked under the bed, pulled open the groove of the tunnel slab, lifted the slab, and led Bai Ling down, handing over the weapons one by one and putting them away.

Suddenly, a lot more weapons appeared in the tunnel.

Looking at these, Bai Ling felt much more at ease; these were all good guys who could take down the Japanese devils in a critical moment.

He Dajun put his things away, took off his clothes, came upstairs, pulled the stone slab back and covered it tightly. Without explaining to Bai Ling, he went to the kitchen to take a shower.

Three minutes later, He Dajun finished showering and returned to the side room, where he sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Bai Ling was still awake and waiting for him. She asked, "What were you doing just now?"

He Dajun naturally wouldn't say that he went to bomb a street; he only vaguely said that he went to cause some trouble for the Japanese.

The two lay down, and Bai Ling was about to ask more questions when suddenly there was a banging on the door.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The knuckles of his fist slammed against the wooden door, making the bolt rattle.

He Dajun and Bai Ling sat up at the same time.

Bai Ling hesitated for a moment, then He Dajun pressed down on her wrist and shook his head.

He lowered his voice and said very quickly, "Quick, unbutton two buttons."