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

For Sasaki, it made no difference whether it was one Xia person governing another Xia person or two Xia people governing another Xia person.

They're all just tools anyway. Whether it's one tool or two doesn't matter. As long as they work.

This silence left Yi Zhonghai trembling with fear and on the verge of collapse.

Sasaki finally nodded and said, "Okay."

He Dajun immediately bowed to Sasaki's back, saying, "Thank you, sir."

Yi Zhonghai quickly bowed and joined in saying, "Thank you, sir."

Once Sasaki was out of sight, He Dajun straightened up, turned to Yi Zhonghai, and said, "Zhonghai, it's done. From today onwards, you're the deputy supervisor of the steel mill's large-scale workers. You don't need to carry bricks anymore. Just work hard with me, and the Imperial Army won't treat us unfairly."

Yi Zhonghai stood there with a smile on his face, saying "Thank you, Dajun, thank you, Dajun," but his heart was bleeding.

The deputy manager has been made public. From today onwards, all 170-plus workers in the steel rolling mill and the 30-plus people in the courtyard will know that Yi Zhonghai, like He Dajun, has become a dog of the Japanese.

However, he hoped that this position as deputy steward would bring him some benefits in this chaotic world, at least enough to ensure his own safety.

When the workers saw He Dajun and Yi Zhonghai come out of the office building, their eyes were focused on them again.

Then He Dajun began to announce Yi Zhonghai's identity. Immediately, many people cursed inwardly, "Another lackey," while a few others looked at Yi Zhonghai, their minds already racing with calculations.

Seeing this scene, Liu Haizhong's eyes were practically blazing with anger.

That scoundrel Yi Zhonghai actually became the deputy manager. Liu Hai's jealousy exploded completely, making his chest feel tight. He felt he couldn't let this go.

The fact that He Dajun could appoint Yi Zhonghai as his deputy shows that He Dajun has the power to promote people.

If Yi Zhonghai can be appointed, why can't Liu Haizhong? Tonight, after He Dajun returns to the courtyard house, he'll go and visit him. He'll bring some gifts and say a few kind words.

It's settled then.

After lunch, He Dajun was sitting in the doorway of the wooden house, basking in the sun. His left leg was resting on a pile of broken bricks, and the blood on the bandage had dried, turning into a dark red, hard lump.

He squinted as he watched the workers rest, his mind racing with plans to kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible tonight without arousing suspicion.

Just then, Suzuki strode over, his expression even colder than usual. Standing in front of He Dajun, he said curtly, "He Dajun, Major Sasaki wants you to go to his office."

He Dajun quickly stood up, leaning on his wooden cane. His face instinctively put on a respectful expression, and he said, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away," but his heart was pounding.

Sasaki never calls him directly; he always has the translator relay everything. The fact that Suzuki is informing him today suggests it's neither a trivial matter nor a good thing.

He limped into the office building. Sasaki's office door was open, and Sasaki had a cigarette between his fingers, the air thick with smoke.

He glanced at He Dajun, his face expressionless, and simply pointed to the door, indicating that He Dajun should follow him.

He Dajun was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and followed behind Sasaki, leaning on his wooden stick.

Sasaki's Jeep was parked at the factory gate, with the top open, revealing the leather seats in the back.

Sasaki sat in the back seat and gestured for He Dajun to sit next to him. The guard started the car, the jeep bounced on the gravel road, and then drove out of the factory gate.

The car drove for more than twenty minutes, passing through several streets and three checkpoints.

Each time Sasaki's car passed a checkpoint, the Japanese soldiers on guard would immediately stand at attention and salute upon seeing his license plate, raising the guardrail twice as fast as usual.

He Dajun sat in the back seat, watching the street scene flash by outside the window: destroyed shops, walls riddled with bullet holes, and sandbag fortifications piled up at street corners.

The car eventually stopped in front of a rather large courtyard house.

This courtyard house is similar in layout to the one He Dajun lives in, but it is larger in scale, with wider steps in front of the door and more exquisite carvings on the lintel. It is clearly the residence of a wealthy family in the past.

But now, sandbags are piled on the steps in front of the gate, four Japanese soldiers with Type 38 rifles stand at the gate, and a temporary barbed wire fence has been erected on the wall.

Two light machine guns were mounted behind the sandbags, their muzzles pointed at the street.

This appears to be a key outpost.

He Dajun got out of the car with Sasaki, his eyes scanning the sandbags and machine guns as he quickly calculated in his mind. He wondered if he could take down all the Japanese soldiers if he went inside and launched a surprise attack, throwing grenades wildly.

The idea was tempting. He glanced at the four guards at the gate, then at the barbed wire fence on the wall, pondered for several seconds, and finally gave up the idea.

It's not that we can't eliminate these Japanese devils, but we're worried about being exposed.

At that time, He Daqing, Bai Ling, and even the entire courtyard house will be buried with them.

To lose more than you gain is a mistake.

Sasaki stepped across the threshold, He Dajun followed behind him, and the guards walked at the very back.

As He Dajun passed through the courtyard, he quickly scanned the area and noticed that many people were coming and going, making it seem like a secret service agency.

Led by Sasaki, the two entered a side room on the west side.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong smell of blood and sweat hit you, mixed with the smell of rust and burnt flesh, making your stomach churn.

The room was dark, the windows were boarded up, and only a dim light bulb hung from the ceiling.

Four people were tied to a pillar against the wall. They were all young people, the oldest looking no more than twenty-five years old and the youngest probably only seventeen or eighteen.

All four men were naked, their skin torn and bleeding, covered in whip marks and branding marks.

There were even pieces with their fingernails pulled out lying on the ground.

Their heads were bowed, their chins pressed against their chests, and were it not for the occasional heavy breathing, they looked no different from the dead. The torture instruments hanging on the wall were still stained with fresh blood, and the water stains on the floor were mixed with blood.

Sasaki looked at the three Japanese soldiers he was interrogating, said a few words, and then looked at the four young men with a blank expression, as if he were pondering something.

After a long while, he turned around and looked at He Dajun, saying, "He Dajun, these are all die-hard resistance fighters from Great Xia. They're very stubborn and won't say anything. The Imperial Army's patience has run out."

Standing behind Sasaki, He Dajun looked at the four young people who had been tortured beyond recognition and felt a pang of unease.

But his expression remained unchanged. Instead, he took half a step forward, bent down, and asked, "What does the officer need me to do?"

Sasaki looked at him, a faint smile slowly creeping onto his lips. The smile was subtle, but his words were earth-shattering: "You... kill them all."

He Dajun's heart skipped a beat.

Just as he suspected. He had a premonition from the moment he entered this courtyard, and now his premonition had come true.

Sasaki didn't want his verbal loyalty, nor his management skills; he wanted his pledge of allegiance. Didn't you say you were utterly loyal to the Imperial Army?

Alright, kill a few Xia people and show me.

The more you kill, the more loyal you become.

He couldn't help but recall the scene in "Kite" where Sixth Brother shot Zeng Moyi.

Sixth Brother stood on the execution ground, his gun pointed at Zeng Moyi, and whispered: "The one who sent you on your way is your comrade. Please don't blame him."

What kind of feeling was that?

He Dajun didn't quite understand it when he watched the show before, but now that he's standing in this torture chamber, looking at the four young men tied to the pillar, he understands.

In these chaotic times, anyone could encounter this situation.

He is not the first infiltrator forced to kill his own people, nor will he be the last.

Thinking this, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately said loudly, "Yes, sir."

His voice was crisp and decisive, as if he had made up his mind long ago.

Sasaki nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alright. I'll take them outside later, and you can execute them by firing squad. Let everyone see it, let those people outside know the consequences of opposing the Imperial Army."

Damn, this wasn't a private execution; it was a public execution.

Without any hesitation, He Dajun bowed and said, "Yes, sir. I guarantee I will complete the mission."

His tone was calm and firm, as if he felt no psychological pressure at all about executing his compatriots.

Sasaki's smile deepened as he looked at Sasaki's attitude.

This dog is indeed useful and can be reused.

Moreover, it can kill two birds with one stone.