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

An excited He Dajun told Xu Wude to quickly plant the explosives, and said, "Alright, fellow workers, plant the explosives and get out of here quickly, lest the Japanese find out and we won't be able to escape."

Now everyone was even faster.

Every second counts.

Five minutes later, it was finally buried.

However, three workers said they would not leave, saying they wanted to stay in the steel rolling mill to lure and kill the Japanese soldiers.

He Dajun looked at one of them with some helplessness and said, "Old Liu, you don't think I'm a traitor and that I was just using a self-inflicted injury as a ruse, do you?"

These words startled Lao Liu, who was clearly struck by a truth.

He genuinely didn't trust He Dajun. In Lao Liu's view, the killing of Wang Aipeng and the other three might not have been a ruse.

He'd kill a few traitors to show everyone, to make them believe him. Once they left, he'd dismantle the explosives and hand over the steel mill to the Japanese. Old Liu's heard of this kind of scheme in storytelling; that's how spies always did it.

Looking at his expression, He Dajun understood everything. He gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"OK."

He didn't explain, nor did he get angry. Explanations are most useless in situations like this.

Old Liu, his intentions exposed, felt embarrassed and stubbornly said, "I just want to fight the Japanese devils! It has nothing to do with anything else!"

"Fine, if you're not afraid of death, I still respect you." He Dajun seemed indifferent.

At this point, He Dajun was actually quite exhausted, due to the intense fighting and several hours of rapid marching.

Even after taking the elixir of life, he couldn't withstand it.

Soon, everyone began to take action.

None of the people present had pistols or rifles. When they defended Lugou Bridge, all the troops and weapons had been sent there, and almost all the civilian weapons had been sent as well.

So staying here now is basically a death sentence.

Seeing this, Xu Wude greeted He Dajun and prepared to flee.

He Dajun called out to him, saying, "Brother Wood, when you get back, tell my brother that I'm fine."

"Okay," Xu Wude said, and left immediately.

At this time, only four people remained in the factory: He Dajun, Lao Zhaotou, Sun Erzhu, and Li Tiedan.

The four men were busy in the darkness, no one spoke, only the sound of footsteps and the soft clanging of metal echoed in the empty factory.

He Dajun bent down and inspected the lead wire, running his fingertips along it to confirm that it was intact.

Five minutes later, a squad of Japanese soldiers, each three or four meters apart, slowly approached the gate of Lou's Steel Rolling Mill.

The Japanese soldiers were clearly very familiar with Beijing, and immediately after breaking through the defenders' lines, they arrived at an important factory like the steel rolling mill.

Just then, someone fired a shot from the darkness.

With a "bang," a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

The other Japanese soldiers immediately crouched or lay down and headed towards the spot where they had just been fired.

He Dajun, who was hiding inside the steel rolling mill, guessed that it must be other garrison troops from Beijing who had followed him.

These are our own people.

Clearly, there are capable people on the defending side as well.

Soon, intense gunfire erupted in the darkness.

After resting for a while and recovering considerably, He Dajun decided to offer his help.

Holding a bundle of three grenades, he bent over and crept from the side of the boiler room into the shadows of the main entrance.

The fighting outside continued, and the Japanese soldiers were so distracted by the sniper fire that no one paid much attention to the factory gate.

He Dajun took a deep breath, gripped the grenade tightly with his right hand, leaned forward, pushed off the ground with his feet, and exerted force.

With a sharp twist of his arm muscles, he flung the explosive charge, which arced through the night sky in an arc of over eighty meters before striking precisely behind the low wall where the Japanese soldiers were lying down.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the firelight flickered briefly, as if someone had poked a handful of firewood into the ground before quickly going out.

Then came the sound of dust and broken bricks crashing to the ground; a small section of the low wall collapsed, and bricks flew everywhere.

The four Japanese soldiers who were lying there just now were blown away without even uttering a sound.

One helmet, which was hanging on a broken steel pipe, flew more than three meters away, landed on the ground, and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

He Dajun shrank back into the shadows, his ears ringing; the explosion was simply too close.

The power of three grenade packs is thus evident.

[Eliminated four Japanese soldiers, gaining +4000 Extermination Points. Current Extermination Points: 182400.]

He Dajun felt the numbers were different again; he had only gotten four hundred when he killed four traitors.

It seems that defeating you little devils will earn me ten times more points.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were taken aback, clearly stunned by the attack. They couldn't figure out how many people were hiding there or how the explosives could have been thrown so far.

Especially the latter.

They immediately split into two groups: two men fired at He Dajun's side, while the other two planned to attack in another direction.

They simply didn't figure out where He Dajun was hiding; they just fired shots and threw grenades at him from about 30 meters away.

This is clearly a blind spot in thinking.

The direction from which they had just fired at the Japanese soldiers was greatly encouraged, and they fired even more frequently.

Another Japanese soldier was killed, but the Japanese soldiers started throwing grenades.

After three grenades, the friendly forces who had attacked the Japanese in the darkness suffered casualties.

Of course, He Dajun didn't know.

He thought for a moment, then took out five more grenades and threw them forcefully.

This time the throw went even further, possibly exceeding sixty meters.

The bundle of grenades drew an even higher arc in the night, soaring over the low wall, over the heads of the Japanese soldiers, and precisely striking the spot where the machine gunner was lying prone.

"boom!"

The sound was muffled, like someone had set off a firecracker inside a metal bucket.

A large section of the low wall in the alley outside the steel rolling mill was blown down, with bricks flying more than two meters high.

The machine gunner's helmet was flung off by the shockwave, slammed against the wall, bounced back, and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

[Eliminated five Japanese soldiers, gaining +5000 Extermination Points. Current Extermination Points: 187400.]

He Dajun glanced at the panel, and his heart skipped a beat.

This doesn't mean how much the score increased, but rather that we know how many Japanese soldiers we killed.

This is crucial in the dark, as it allows you to determine exactly how many people have been eliminated, somewhat like using cheat codes in a video game.

Two blows. Nine little devils.

Including the three who were killed by friendly forces in the darkness, the Japanese squad should be almost wiped out.

But He Dajun didn't know whether the Japanese soldiers had been killed or not, nor did the other friendly forces, so they continued firing.

After a while, it was confirmed that the Japanese soldiers had been completely wiped out. Immediately, two people were sent to clean up the battlefield from a distance of three or four meters.

The two men carefully approached the spot where the Japanese soldiers were lying. After taking a few steps, one of them squatted down, flipped over the Japanese soldier lying on the ground, and then turned back and made a gesture into the alley.

He shouted, "They're all dead!"

Three more people emerged from the alley and quickly ran toward the Japanese soldiers' corpses to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

One of them shouted towards the steel rolling mill, "Comrades inside, come out and get your weapons!"

He Dajun had been waiting for those words. He rushed out of the boiler room, ran a few steps to where the Japanese machine gunner was lying, and grabbed the Type 96 light machine gun.

The speed of his movements indicated that he was a veteran with many years of service.

The five people on the other side were completely dumbfounded.

That light-handled gun with its magazine must weigh at least thirty pounds.

He Dajun lifted it up with one hand as if it were a fire poker, without even a tremor in his wrist.

The group exchanged glances, all conveying the same message: no wonder the explosive charge could be thrown so far.

The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing a patched gray cloth jacket, his face covered with black marks from gunpowder, but his eyes were very bright.

He looked He Dajun up and down and then extended his hand.

"Comrade, thank you for your help! I am Zheng Guodong, a member of the underground Communist Party in Beiping." He then pointed to several people behind him. "These are my comrades. May I ask who you are?"

He Dajun shook his hand and nodded: "He Dajun, twenty-nine... a worker at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill."

This was a last-minute change of mind, and the original owner's true identity was not revealed.

Zheng Guodong paused for a moment, then laughed: "A worker? A worker has the same force as throwing a grenade from a grenade launcher?"

He Dajun didn't want to explain further, and said with a smile, "I don't have anything, I just have a bit of stupid strength."

These words were spoken lightly, but Zheng Guodong got goosebumps all over.

This He Dajun must be a super strongman.

At this moment, He Dajun noticed a short-haired young woman standing behind Zheng Guodong.

He wore a gray cloth jacket, had a pistol tucked into his waistband, and his face was covered in dirt, but his features were still clearly visible.

stunned for a moment.

He recognized the face; it looked a lot like Bai Ling from the TV series "Glorious Times".

My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't show it on my face.

How come I just transmigrated into the world of "Birds in the Courtyard" and now I'm in the world of "Glorious Era"?

So he casually asked, "May I ask how this lady is addressed?"

"Bai Ling." The short-haired girl spoke up first, without any pretense, clearly showing her fondness for He Dajun. He was incredibly strong and a formidable killer of Japanese soldiers.

He Dajun couldn't help but think to himself, "Damn, it really is true."