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

He Dajun took a change of clothes and went to the kitchen.

He scooped the cold water from the water tank into a wooden basin, then used a towel to wet it and wiped himself down.

The water was very cold, and when it was splashed on him, he gasped for breath, but he didn't stop. He wiped his arms, chest, and back, washing away all the dust and sweat he had accumulated on the execution ground during the day.

He was extra careful around the wound, leaving the bandage on, simply wiping the area gently with a damp towel. After showering, he changed into clean clothes, threw his dirty clothes into a basin to soak, and then returned to the side room.

Bai Ling had already made the kang (heated brick bed).

She spread out the quilt and lay down at the very back of the kang in the darkness, her back against the wall, leaving the outer half of the kang for He Dajun.

The two have now gotten used to lying together on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He Dajun sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), lay down next to Bai Ling on the kang, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before long, his breathing became deep and even, as if a switch had been turned off.

Bai Ling turned her head to look at his silhouette in the darkness. A sliver of moonlight shone through the window onto his profile, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheekbones and the faint stubble on his chin.

She watched for a while, then closed her eyes.

But she couldn't sleep; her mind was in turmoil.

Bai Ling really wanted to tell He Dajun, "I can be your real wife if you're willing to join us."

But I know that this is not allowed by the Party's discipline.

So I feel a bit uncomfortable.

He didn't know how much time had passed, maybe a little after 1 a.m., when He Dajun sat up.

Time is up.

He Dajun then woke Bai Ling up.

Bai Ling opened her eyes and immediately sat up, her eyes showing no sign of sleepiness.

How could she possibly sleep under these circumstances?

So he didn't sleep.

He Dajun glanced at her through the faint light filtering through the window and indicated that he was going out for a moment.

After He Dajun left, Bai Ling closed the door again and took out the hand grenade she had hidden.

This is naturally a salvo.

However, just like yesterday, He Dajun did not go out through the main gate.

He climbed over the wall on his side, landed gently in the alley, squatted down at the base of the wall, and listened to the sounds around him.

There was no one there, only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

He stood up and walked as slowly as possible, his steps as light as if he were walking on cotton.

The black clothes blended into the darkness.

Based on the ten tunnels previously suggested by the system, He Dajun prepared to find the second closest one.

The closest place is Lao Yang's pharmacy, but it's not a good time now. Liu Shengyun may have placed spies around the pharmacy, and it would be easy to be exposed if I went there in the middle of the night, which would also implicate Lao Yang.

After walking for about half an hour, he stopped outside a park.

The park is not large, and the walls are made of blue bricks; they are very high and thick.

It has now become a military camp for the Japanese invaders.

He Dajun sneaked in from the outside.

Of course, they moved very slowly, worried that the Japanese would discover the tunnel.

He walked for about ten minutes until he reached the end of the tunnel.

The exit was blocked by piles of broken bricks and rammed earth, just like the tunnel at Tan Zhengyong's house last time.

He Dajun exchanged another shovel through the system, spat into his palm, and started digging.

The broken bricks and rammed earth were shoveled off one by one, piling up into a small mound at their feet.

After digging for more than twenty minutes, the hoe finally broke through the last layer of soil, and a breath of fresh air rushed in through the opening.

He didn't rush to crawl out; instead, he lay down by the gap and slowly poked half his head out.

Outside was a military camp, where the Japanese had stationed at least five hundred men.

He Dajun slowly crawled out of the gap, now holding three grenades in his hand, ready to be thrown at any moment.

He waited for a while, and after confirming that no one was around, he bent down and moved a few steps toward the door to check the situation outside.

I had only walked a short distance when I suddenly heard a shout: "Who is it!"

He spoke Chinese, but his pronunciation was very stiff, as if he had just learned it recently, with a heavy Japanese accent.

He Dajun's heart sank; he hadn't expected the other party to be so vigilant so late at night.

Without any hesitation, the fuse was pulled, and the three grenades were thrown out simultaneously.

The grenade traced three arcs in the air before hitting the direction from which the sound originated.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three explosions almost overlapped, followed by screams, and five Japanese soldiers were quickly killed.

But the Japanese reacted much faster than he expected.

Before the echoes of the explosion had even faded, the Type 96 machine gun began firing.

Bullets whizzed in from behind the sandbag fortifications in the darkness, hitting He Dajun and his surroundings.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dozens of bullet holes appeared on the wall panel in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the park lights came on. Several high-powered lights were turned on at the same time, and although the light was not as bright as during the day, it was enough to illuminate people clearly.

He Dajun squatted down and glanced ahead.

There were at least twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers in front, who had spread out into a battle formation, and three light machine guns were blocking them from three different directions.

Further away, Japanese soldiers could be heard shouting, their leather boots clattering on the gravel as they moved to encircle the area.

He Dajun realized he had been tricked.

"Damn, those Japanese devils were prepared and had already laid an ambush here."

He didn't know why the Japanese soldiers were lying in ambush here.

Perhaps they had already discovered the tunnel's exit, or perhaps the daytime search operation had heightened their vigilance.

But whatever the reason, he has now been exposed.

Frustrated, He Dajun threw five more grenades and ran toward the tunnel entrance.

The machine gun fire outside was too intense; three Type 96 light machine guns fired alternately, and bullets poured into He Dajun's direction from three directions like a waterlogging.

Unexpectedly, gunshots suddenly rang out from inside the tunnel just as they were approaching the entrance.

The sound of a submachine gun.

Bullets swept out from the gap in the tunnel entrance, and He Dajun felt something hit his chest and shoulder simultaneously. He leaned back and almost fell to the ground.

Looking down, I saw two bullet holes in my clothes, one in my chest and one in my shoulder, embedded in my clothes.

Thankfully, the precious golden armor protected him and took those two bullets; otherwise, he would probably be done for.

Even so, the bullet didn't penetrate my flesh, but the impact was still there, and my chest and shoulder were burning with pain.

"There are Japanese soldiers in the tunnel too!"

He Dajun was once again taken aback.

Of course, there was no other way, so he made a tough decision. He exchanged four grenades from the system in one go, pulled the pins, and threw them forcefully into the tunnel entrance.

Four grenades exploded almost simultaneously in the tunnel, and shockwaves shot out from the opening, carrying debris and dust.

Screams echoed from inside the tunnel, followed by the sound of earth collapsing; all the Japanese soldiers inside had been blown up.

He Dajun didn't dare linger and plunged into the gap, returning to the tunnel.

The tunnel was filled with smoke and dust. Several layers of soil on the ground had been blown up. Several Japanese soldiers lay dead in the tunnel, their submachine guns still clutched in their hands.

He Dajun bent down, picked up a submachine gun, checked the magazine, and found that there was still half a magazine of bullets left.

This time, he didn't immediately run deeper into the tunnel.

Since the Japanese knew the tunnel entrance was on this side, they would likely have deployed troops on the other side as well.

If he runs back through the tunnel now, he will most likely encounter another ambush at the bottom of the well.

That would be like trapping yourself in a tunnel and getting attacked from both ends.

They were caught in a trap.

He hesitated for less than three seconds before making his decision.

Then, with a submachine gun at his rear, he emerged from the opening and began firing at the light bulbs in the park.

The submachine gun had little recoil, and he aimed very steadily, extinguishing a lamp with a short burst of fire.

The light bulb exploded with a sharp crack, glass shards fell from the lamp holder, and the area was plunged into darkness again. He immediately turned his gun and shot out the second and third bulbs.

This tactic was learned from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army during the Korean War.

In another timeline, on the Korean battlefield, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army launched a night raid that inflicted heavy losses on the American forces.

Later, the US got smarter and used tanks and armored vehicles to form a defensive perimeter, setting up searchlights and electric lights on the outside to create a three-layered lighting defense, leaving the Chinese People's Volunteer Army with nowhere to hide during night attacks.

This was once the most effective tactic the US used to counter the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's night raids.

It wasn't until later, when the Chinese People's Volunteer Army invented a special tactic of sharpshooters shooting light bulbs, that it continued to be effective.

This is the method that He Dajun is using now.

Another reason why the Volunteer Army's later night raids were not very successful was that, due to a long period without vegetables and fruits, most of the soldiers later suffered from night blindness.

At night, you can't see anything at all, so you can't launch a sneak attack.