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

After a while, the middle-aged man looked up at him, his expression changing from resignation to shock, and then from shock to doubt.

The young girl stared at He Dajun's face, the hatred in her eyes had not subsided, but there was another layer of emotion.

The middle-aged man stared at him for a long time, his voice hoarse: "Who exactly are you?"

He Dajun leaned against the rammed earth wall, his tone indifferent: "Naturally, they are from the Great Xia."

That's as good as saying nothing at all.

The middle-aged man continued to stare at him, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

He Dajun didn't continue explaining his identity; instead, he asked them, "Are you able to contact the outside world, especially Jingzhou?"

Jingzhou is now the capital of the Bok-do government.

The middle-aged man neither nodded nor shook his head.

He Dajun continued, "I've received the latest intelligence: the Japanese are preparing to attack Shanghai and may do so soon, then move on to Jingzhou. I hope you can contact your superiors and pass this information on to someone influential on the Kuomintang side."

"This situation is extremely urgent and important, and needs to be communicated as soon as possible."

That is, silence.

The middle-aged man and his companion exchanged glances, then slowly shook their heads.

He didn't believe it.

Not only did he not believe it, but the two young men next to him were also not very convinced.

The young girl squatted down next to the middle-aged man, pursing her lips as she looked at He Dajun, her eyes filled with even deeper suspicion than before.

He Dajun did not offer any further explanation.

He stood up, brushed the dirt off his backside, and said, "The Japanese have lost men, so one of you must die. The rest of you, leave immediately. The Japanese will definitely come back for revenge. Once they find this place, none of you will escape."

"Moreover, nearby residents will also be affected, and it's unknown how many people will die."

The expressions on the faces of all four people changed simultaneously.

He Dajun could tell that they were worried about implicating the nearby residents, and of course, they might also be worried about not being able to pass on the intelligence, or they might doubt the authenticity of the intelligence.

So he turned and walked towards the tunnel exit, just to make a show of it.

If none of these people dare to sacrifice themselves, then kill them all. Otherwise, this matter cannot be covered up.

After taking a few steps, the middle-aged man's voice came from behind: "Mr. He, my name is Deng Hanyong, I'm the team leader. Thank you for letting us go. I'll stay, you can kill me."

Immediately afterward, another young man spoke up: "Team leader, I'll do it. I'll stay. Mr. He, just kill me."

He Dajun stopped in his tracks.

These people really do have some backbone.

He had originally intended to let them all go, and his resolve had even wavered.

But he can't.

Yagyu Un is dead; the Japanese must investigate.

If no one dies, the investigation will only go deeper, and then even more people will die. Not only these four people, but even he himself will not be able to hide.

Reason ultimately prevailed over passion.

So he said, "Whichever one of you is it, take a knife and kill yourself."

He Dajun's voice was soft, but his tone left no room for negotiation: "I don't want to lay a hand on you."

These words surprised and delighted the four Kuomintang agents. It seemed that He Dajun might not be a traitor after all.

Of course, it's just a possibility, since they themselves are engaged in espionage work and enjoy playing with this kind of true and false intelligence.

Three minutes later.

In the end, it was still that young man.

The guy who was knocked away by He Dajun's shoulder in the alley just now stood up, looked at He Dajun, and then bowed to him.

Back in his room, he picked up the kitchen knife from before, aimed the tip at the artery on the left side of his neck, and stabbed himself hard.

Fresh blood quickly gushed out.

The young man slid down the rammed earth wall and sat on the steps, his eyes still open, but his pupils had already dilated.

The girl buried her face in the middle-aged man's shoulder, her shoulder trembling violently.

The middle-aged man stood there, his face as hard as stone, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching.

He Dajun stood in the room, watching the young man sitting in a pool of blood, his expression calm, while in his mind he killed that Japanese devil named Liu Shengyun again.

Then he turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Take the rest of the men and leave immediately. Find another place after you get out; this place is no longer usable. I'll bring the Japanese devils over right away."

The middle-aged man nodded.

After helping the girl up from the ground, another young man checked the young man's breathing and confirmed that he was no longer breathing.

Without saying another word, he moved swiftly and silently, returning to the tunnel and walking along it to the other end.

He Dajun waited until their footsteps disappeared at the end of the tunnel before turning around and walking out of the house.

At the same time, he was determined to kill a hundred Japanese soldiers to avenge this young man.

When He Dajun thought about it, he realized that he didn't even know the young man's name.

This is the daily life in the occupied zone, where there are countless unsung heroes.

He Dajun rode his motorcycle back to the steel rolling mill, intending to report to Suzuki and then have Suzuki go to Sasaki.

As a result, Sasaki's Jeep was parked at the factory gate.

Sasaki was talking to Suzuki when he saw He Dajun ride in on a motorcycle, and his expression was a little surprised.

He Dajun mentally reviewed the story he was about to make up, then turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. His expression changed from calm to one of shock mixed with anger.

He looked like a lackey who had just been attacked by thugs.

He strode up to Sasaki, bent down, and said breathlessly, "Sir! Something terrible has happened!"

Sasaki's face darkened, and he asked what was wrong.

He Dajun quickly said, "The puppet soldier I recruited today, named Liu Sheng, I sent him to the vegetable market this morning to post recruitment notices, but I never expected him to be killed by resistance fighters there!"

Sasaki's face immediately darkened. "You, explain yourself. What happened?"

"I borrowed Mr. Suzuki's car at noon to go out from the factory to find him, and I discovered that he had gotten into trouble near the market. I followed the clues and found a group of resistance fighters who cornered him. I trapped him in his house, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he actually committed suicide with a knife!"

He Dajun's face showed lingering fear, but also a hint of pride in helping the Imperial Army eliminate the thugs.

He pulled a blood-stained recruitment notice from his pocket and handed it to Sasaki with both hands.

Sasaki didn't take the notice, but stared at He Dajun for several seconds.

He immediately said, "Take me to see it."

The tone was brief and left no room for argument.

Sasaki had Suzuki transfer a squad of Japanese soldiers in a truck, while he himself drove a jeep with He Dajun in the direction of the vegetable market.

He Dajun sat in his jeep, giving directions, mentally checking his story again to make sure there were no loopholes. No problem.

Yagyu Un was indeed dead, the resistance fighters did exist, and the thugs he blocked did indeed commit suicide.

Every single sentence is true, so there shouldn't be much risk.

Of course, if they are discovered, there's nothing you can do but fight your way out immediately.

Then you can only blame Sasaki for dying young; who told you to be so clever?