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

One minute later, He Dajun turned off five lights.

The light in the park suddenly decreased, leaving only a few distant, out-of-the-way lights, but those lights were too far away to reach a very limited area.

The Japanese soldiers were used to shooting under lights, and when they were suddenly plunged into semi-darkness, the gunfire became noticeably more chaotic.

Some people were shouting, some were whistling, and some were shining flashlights around randomly. The beams of the flashlights swayed back and forth in the darkness, revealing their own positions.

He quickly became He Dajun's target.

After a series of charges, many soldiers fell.

He Dajun took this opportunity to begin laying mines.

He redeemed thirty landmines from the system, each worth fifty points, spending a total of 1,500 points in one go.

He's now incredibly wealthy; these points are nothing to him.

Landmines appeared out of thin air in his hand. Without even looking, he threw them behind him, scattering them all over the ground as he ran.

The Japanese devils were chasing very fast.

As soon as the machine gun fire subsided, a dozen Japanese soldiers rushed out from behind the fortifications, carrying submachine guns and chasing after the warehouse.

Rifles are useless in the dark; submachine guns and grenades are the real weapons.

Their leather boots clattered on the gravel, their tactical movements were precise, and they advanced while covering each other.

But after running a few steps, a muffled thud came from the feet of the Japanese soldier chasing in front.

With a "bang," the landmine exploded.

The Japanese soldier was blown to the ground, his legs riddled with holes from shrapnel. He screamed for only a few seconds before stopping.

It's dead.

The other Japanese soldiers were stunned for a moment, and before they could react to what was happening, the second landmine exploded, followed by the third and the fourth.

After five or six men stepped on landmines in succession, the pursuing Japanese soldiers finally realized that there were mines on the ground.

The pursuit speed immediately slowed down.

Someone shouted "Landmine!", some people started to back away, and some lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

But the officer behind them brandished his saber and shouted, forcing the soldiers to continue the chase.

They began to move forward cautiously, probing the way with their bayonets, taking one step at a time and thinking three steps ahead, moving as slowly as snails.

He Dajun took advantage of this time to run to the park wall.

He glanced back and saw that the Japanese soldiers were still dawdling around the warehouse and couldn't catch up for the time being.

I redeemed a bomb from the system for 100 points, placed it at the base of the wall, pulled the fuse, and ran away.

The fuse of the explosive charge hissed for about five seconds, then with a deafening roar, a large hole was blasted in the wall.

Broken bricks and barbed wire were blown away by the blast wave, crashing onto the street with a clanging sound.

He Dajun rushed out through the gap, his left leg tripped on a broken brick, and he almost fell. He quickly braced himself with his hand to steady himself.

He ran for several dozen meters in the alley, then stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Unexpectedly, they were ambushed by the Japanese in the dark. Fortunately, their combat skills were beyond their limits, and they managed to fight a skirmish.

At this moment, He Dajun's ears were ringing, his nose was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the places on his shoulders and chest where he had been hit by submachine guns were still burning with pain.

He checked the system and found that he had just killed a total of twenty-one Japanese soldiers, which was a rather mediocre result.

He Dajun gritted his teeth. He had to swallow this.

With a determined heart, he ran back to the tunnel entrance.

This is how you enter from that tunnel entrance.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were squatting in the tunnel, their backs to He Dajun and their faces toward the park inside, waiting for him to escape back from there.

This is understandable.

The Japanese soldiers thought that He Dajun would escape back from the tunnel entrance in the small park.

I never expected that He Dajun would dare to come back the way he came after running away. He's really audacious.

He Dajun didn't give them time to react.

I redeemed five grenades from the system in one go, pulled the pins, and hurled them.

Five grenades exploded simultaneously in the narrow tunnel. The shockwaves were bounced back by the rammed earth walls and crashed back into the tunnel, multiplying their destructive power several times over.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were blown down without even uttering a sound.

Total annihilation.

He Dajun walked over to the corpses, examined them, and confirmed that they were all dead.

He exchanged for another explosive charge, placed it a little inside the tunnel entrance, pulled the fuse, and ran away.

After running for more than twenty meters, a dull thud came from behind, the whole tunnel shook, and rammed earth fell down from above.

He continued running without looking back and soon disappeared into the alley.

Today we were ambushed by the Japanese. Luckily, He Dajun's combat skills are outstanding, otherwise he would probably have been killed.

This forced He Dajun to remind himself once again to be extremely careful.

The Japanese weren't stupid; they had been operating in Beijing for so many years, their underground work predating that of the major Communist Party.

Sasaki has people under his command from the Special Higher Police, and there are more than one agent like Yagyu Un in Beijing.

My actions these past few days have been too blatant, already alerting the Japanese. Although I don't know who he is, I know that the Great Xia Resistance Army must be active.

We need to be more careful in the future.

He Dajun walked in the alley for a while, making sure there were no tails following him, before turning into Nanluoguxiang.

Standing outside the courtyard wall of the side room, he looked around to make sure no one was there, took two steps back, pushed off the wall with his feet, grabbed the top of the wall, and flipped over.

When I landed, my left leg hit the ground first, and I squatted on the ground for several seconds before I stood up.

Even after taking the Elixir of Life and cherishing the Golden Armor protective skill, his body was still struggling to keep up.

Soon, He Dajun slowly walked to the door of the side room and gently knocked twice on the door.

The door opened almost immediately.

Bai Ling stood behind the door, holding the grenade in her hand. The pull ring on the fuse was still there, and her thumb was on the safety pin.

She saw He Dajun's appearance: covered in dust, his clothes torn in several places by shrapnel, two bullet holes in his chest and shoulder, and fresh blood on the bandage on his left leg.

He visibly relaxed, but immediately frowned again.

"Are you hurt?" Her voice was low, but she spoke quickly.

"Just a scrape." He Dajun waved his hand, limped in, sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), let out a long breath, and leaned his back against the wall.

This was the first time Bai Ling had seen He Dajun so badly injured. She went to get him some medicine, but He Dajun refused.

He immediately put his blood-stained clothes in the underground tunnel before taking a shower.

Bai Ling was somewhat lost in thought when she heard the sound of cold water being poured into a wooden basin and a towel being wrung out coming from the kitchen.

After a while, He Dajun returned. He felt much refreshed after taking a shower. The dirt on his face was washed off, and his wet hair clung to his forehead, revealing his angular face.

He sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), rested the wooden stick against his leg, and let out a long breath.

Bai Ling asked him what had happened.

He Dajun leaned against the wall, remained silent for a while, then gave a wry smile and said, "Bad luck today. I went to raid the Japanese outpost, but we were ambushed. Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise it would have been dangerous."

He spoke vaguely, half-truthfully, referring to the Japanese troops stationed there as a sentry post.

If she were to reveal everything, Bai Ling would question the meaning of life.

After all, He Dajun went to raid the enemy's camp, was ambushed, and still managed to kill 29 of them. He was invincible.

Simply invincible.

Bai Ling couldn't hide the worry in her eyes, and she softly said, "Be careful next time."

He Dajun said he would definitely be more careful next time, his life was the most important thing, and he didn't want to burden others. The two chatted for a while longer, and then He Dajun quickly went to sleep.

He Dajun woke up promptly at 7:30 the next morning.

He lay on the kang for a few minutes, then sat up and stretched his shoulders.

The bruise on my shoulder is a bit more purple than last night, and it hurts when I press on it, but it didn't break any bones, so it's nothing serious.

The bruise on his chest was still there, but its color had changed from blue to dark purple.

Bai Ling was also awakened by the sound of him getting up. She sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hair a little messy from sleep. The two looked at each other, smiled, and neither of them spoke.

But I feel like I've already said so much.