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

For He Dajun, he has his own system for providing food and clothing, so he doesn't have to worry about these daily necessities at all.

As for today's biggest gain, it wasn't killing dozens of Japanese soldiers, but clearing my name of suspicion.

The reason he carried the Japanese light machine gun was so that the Japanese could search the courtyard. If they found nothing, it would mean there were no suspects in the courtyard.

This is very straightforward logic.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Then He Dajun heard a "ding" in his mind, followed by another "ding," as he received more than thirty defense-breaking points one after another.

He glanced at the names on the system panel: Jia Zhangshi, Yi Zhonghai, Xu Wude, and several other residents of the courtyard house.

Jia Zhangshi gave the most. While crying about the half bag of cornmeal that had been taken from her, the woman cursed He Dajun in her heart as a useless traitor.

Yi Zhonghai gave quite a lot, and he weighed the pros and cons in his heart. He thought He Dajun could speak up for the Japanese, but in the end, his own cabinet was still kicked to pieces.

Xu Wude was more direct, feeling that he had followed the wrong person. He Dajun couldn't even protect his own family's rice, so what could he expect from him?

He Dajun looked at the breached defenses, but his heart remained unmoved.

Human nature is just that complicated.

These people both hoped that this traitor would protect them, and at the same time hated him even more because he failed to do so.

It's easier to hate him than to hate the Japanese, because hating the Japanese requires courage, while hating He Dajun only requires jealousy, because there's no danger.

He stood up, took out the remaining three jin of rice from the exchange, and knocked on He Daqing's door.

He Daqing was still lying face down on the kang (a heated brick bed). The whip marks on his back weren't as red and swollen after the medicine was applied, but he was still very weak. He turned his head when he heard the door open.

Liu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes red from crying. She paused for a moment when she saw the package in He Dajun's hand.

He Dajun placed the cloth bag on the table and said softly, "Brother, sister-in-law, eat this rice first. Don't be stingy, your health is important. I have more rice; come to me for more when you're done."

He Daqing opened his mouth, but his voice was still hoarse and he couldn't speak. He just patted the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) twice with his hand.

He Liu took the rice, her hands trembling, and said, "Dajun, you should keep some for yourself too," tears welling up in her eyes again.

He Dajun waved his hand and said, "Eat without worry, there's more if you're not full. We're family."

He then offered a few words of comfort to the two of them before turning and leaving.

Back in her room, Bai Ling was already sitting up, leaning against the headboard, her eyes bright, showing no signs of sleepiness.

I was scared.

As soon as He Dajun sat down, she spoke, her voice very low: "When you went out last night, was it related to those Japanese soldiers? Was their search because of you?"

He Dajun glanced at her but did not deny it.

He lowered his voice to a minimum and briefly recounted how he climbed over the wall, how he bypassed the patrol team to find a Japanese outpost, and how he seized a Type 96 pistol and wiped out all the Japanese soldiers at that outpost.

However, the mention of grenades is inexplicable.

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about how many bricks he had moved at the factory that day.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling's eyes widened, and she uttered a few words after several attempts: "You alone? Just one Japanese soldier from a sentry post?"

She recalled the explosions and gunshots from earlier, which she could clearly hear even several streets away.

She initially thought it was a small group launching a sneak attack, but it turned out that this person did it all by himself.

Looking at He Dajun, I was both surprised and delighted. I was surprised by how incredibly bold this man was, but delighted that his fighting prowess remained as formidable as ever.

But after the initial excitement, concerns resurfaced.

She leaned forward slightly, a hint of anxiety in her voice: "This is too dangerous for you. What if something happens?"

He Dajun looked at her expression and knew what she wanted to say.

If something happens to him, she can't hide alone in this courtyard, nor can He Daqing's family. Everyone will be implicated.

Simply put, everyone's life is tied to him.

He Dajun nodded, without saying anything grand, only saying, "I know what I'm doing."

Bai Ling looked at him and didn't try to persuade him further. If she had that ability, she would also want to fight those Japanese devils so fiercely.

At the same time, there is an increasing desire to bring He Dajun into the party's ranks.

The two chatted for a while longer, and the outside of the window paper began to turn white.

The sky changed from pitch black to grayish blue, and the outline of the courtyard house gradually became clear in the morning light.

He Dajun stood up and stretched, then pulled out another can of beef from under the bed. He went to He Dajun's house and handed it to He Liushi, asking her to make noodles with it.

When He Liu took the canned food, her expression was much better than the night before. Seeing the canned beef, she thought to herself, "How come my cousin is hiding something good? There are indeed advantages to being a traitor."

She walked briskly towards the kitchen.

When the aroma of breakfast wafted out of the kitchen, He Dajun hadn't eaten yet. Leaning on his wooden cane and dragging his bandaged left leg, he walked into the courtyard.

The stone slabs in the courtyard still bore the scorch marks from last night's torches, and several smashed door panels leaned against the corner of the wall.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, cleared his throat, and said in a voice that wasn't loud but everyone could hear: "Fellow workers, hurry up, wash your faces and eat something, and be on time for work. Don't be late, or you'll be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, rustling sounds came from several houses. Some people were getting dressed, and others were cursing, but their voices were very low.

He Dajun's mind rang a few more times as several more soldiers broke through the defenses and entered the tent.

Everyone despised him even more. Last night, the Japanese ransacked our house and stole our food, and today this lackey is urging us to go to work as if nothing happened. He has no conscience at all.

Despite their contempt, no one dared not come out; they couldn't give the Japanese any excuse.

Doors opened one after another, and Yi Zhonghai walked out in his faded work clothes, his face expressionless. Xu Wude followed behind, his lips pursed, and there was something indescribable in his eyes as he looked at He Dajun.

Just as everyone had finished breakfast and gathered in the courtyard to prepare for departure, the sputtering sound of a motorcycle came from the alley entrance.

Yesterday, that Japanese driver drove up in his three-wheeled motorcycle, stopped at the alley entrance, and waved to He Dajun.

He Dajun looked very smug, like a petty person who had achieved his goal. He told Xu Wude, "You lead everyone over there," and then limped toward the motorcycle and climbed onto the truck bed.

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him from behind, but he didn't care at all. He turned to the driver and put on that obsequious smile again.

The motorcycle drove along the main street towards the steel rolling mill in the morning light.

The streets were even more deserted than yesterday, with far fewer people walking briskly along the walls.

After last night's explosion and search, people are even more afraid to go out.

The motorcycle drove through the main street and two alleys. When it was almost at the steel rolling mill, the last guard post appeared ahead.

The sandbags were piled up to half a person's height, with a light-handled gun propped up on top of them. Five or six Japanese soldiers were standing or sitting behind the sandbags, and there were more than a dozen puppet soldiers nearby.

There were about twenty people in total, guarding the last intersection leading to the steel rolling mill.

He Dajun sat in the back of the truck, watching the outpost getting closer and closer, when suddenly he had a sudden idea.

Without hesitation, he redeemed five grenades from the system in one go. The grenades appeared out of thin air in his hand, he pulled the pins, and then threw them out one after another.

Five grenades drew five arcs in the air, hitting the sandbags and the outpost, the booming explosions almost overlapping.

Instantly, sandbags were blown away, light machine guns were overturned, Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were scattered everywhere by shrapnel, and broken bricks and clods of earth fell down with a clatter.

Before the motorcyclist could react, He Dajun pulled the fuse of the sixth grenade and threw it into the front pocket of the motorcycle.

At the same time, he crouched down and leaned against the Japanese driver.

With a loud "boom," the grenade exploded in front of the wheel.

The driver's body lurched forward, and shrapnel struck him, killing him instantly.

The motorcycle lost control, veered forward a few meters, crashed into a pile of broken bricks on the side of the road, and overturned.

He Dajun was thrown out of the truck bed the moment the motorcycle overturned, fell to the ground, rolled twice, then closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Of course, the precious golden armor was completely used up.