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

As Bai Ling entered the house, she saw He Dajun give her a look, and Bai Ling instantly understood.

He picked up the hemp rope from the ground, squatted down, and tied Zhu Qiuling's hands behind her back, making the knot tight and secure.

Zhu Qiuling cried out in pain as she was pulled, but Bai Ling tightened her grip again without expression.

Those who work underground have no sympathy for Japanese spies.

He Dajun looked at He Daqing and Jia Zhangshi and said, "Brother, Sister-in-law Jia, do me a favor and tie up that man too. He'll come with me to the outpost to hand him over to the Imperial Army later."

He Daqing hesitated for a moment, but still went inside.

He Dajun is my cousin, and He Dajun saved my life from the Japanese devils. I can't undermine him now.

He picked up another piece of hemp rope from the ground, squatted down, and tied Tianyuan Zhensheng's hands behind his back.

Tian Yuanzhensheng was still whimpering and begging for mercy, saying something like "Captain He is innocent, we are just ordinary people." He Daqing gritted his teeth and tightened the rope even more.

Madam Jia Zhang also came to help, tying the clothes up while cursing, "I knew my eyelids had been twitching these past few days! Turns out a jinx has entered the yard!"

Soon, Tian Yuanzhensheng and Zhu Qiuling were tied up tightly.

He Dajun stood at the door, leaning on a wooden stick, watching the two people being dragged out of the house, his face bearing a smug expression that made one's teeth itch with hatred.

He held onto a wooden stick with one hand and pulled on the rope binding Tian Yuanzhensheng with the other. Bai Ling held onto Zhu Qiuling's rope, and the two of them escorted the young couple out of the courtyard gate.

There weren't many people in the alley. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians would see this scene and quickly lower their heads and walk close to the wall.

He Dajun limped ahead, with Bai Ling following behind him. The two of them escorted the tightly bound Tian Yuanzhensheng through two alleys and arrived at a nearby Japanese outpost.

The Japanese soldiers at the outpost were stunned for a moment when they saw a lame man in a puppet army uniform leading two people who were tied up and whose faces were covered in blood.

He Dajun shoved the rope into the sentry's hand, his expression instantly turning respectful.

He bent down and said to the sentry, "Sir, these two people moving into our courtyard under these special circumstances clearly have ulterior motives. They are very likely resistance fighters from the Great Xia Dynasty, here to spy on the Imperial Army. Please have the Imperial Army investigate them thoroughly!"

The sentry looked down at the two faces that had been beaten black and blue, and thought to himself that this puppet army captain was too damn ruthless.

They beat people like this just because they suspected them of being resistance fighters, without even going through an interrogation process, and just sent them over directly.

Then she remembered that He Dajun had also sent someone over not long ago.

Of course, that person was a high-ranking Japanese agent.

Unexpectedly, He Dajun came again.

So he told He Dajun to wait, then turned and went into the outpost.

After a while, a sergeant-looking man came out with the sentry.

Sergeant walked up to Shinsei Tanen, reached out and pinched his chin, lifting his face up.

The face of the pastoral saint was covered in blood, his nose was crooked, he had lost a tooth, and he was still mumbling his pleas for mercy.

The sergeant frowned and asked in broken Daxia language, "Who are you people?"

Tianyuan Zhensheng raised his head, looked at the sergeant in front of him, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He Dajun stood behind him, tapping lightly on the Nanbu pistol at his waist.

Tianyuan Zhensheng shuddered, still spouting the same old story: he was there to do business, had just moved in with his wife, and had absolutely nothing to do with the resistance.

He Dajun took a step forward, bowed to the sergeant, and said, "Sir, these two men are suspicious. We can't just listen to their side of the story. I suggest the Imperial Army lock them up and interrogate them thoroughly. We'll know the truth in one interrogation."

"The whole city is now arresting resistance fighters. We'd rather arrest a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. Even if we arrest the wrong person and kill them, they're just another citizen of Great Xia."

Hearing this would absolutely infuriate any normal person.

That's why people say that traitors are even more annoying.

The sergeant looked at He Dajun, then at the two people who were tied up tightly, and remained silent for a few seconds.

What this puppet army captain said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

He waved his hand, signaling two sentries to take Tian Yuanzhensheng and Zhu Qiuling into the temporary detention room behind the outpost. He nodded to He Dajun and said, "Thank you for your hard work. The Imperial Army will handle it."

He Dajun immediately bowed, bowing even deeper than before, his voice carrying just the right amount of humility: "It's my duty, it's my duty, it's my duty to serve the Imperial Army."

He continued, "If these two people are indeed resistance fighters, then I, He Dajun, have done another small service for the Imperial Army. If not, then I, He Dajun, am just being paranoid. It's better to arrest the wrong person than let them go; the safety of the Imperial Army comes first."

The sergeant's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the utterly devastated man.

Whether he was laughing or showing disdain, he turned and went back to the outpost.

He Dajun straightened up, leaning on his wooden stick as he turned around. Bai Ling stood behind him, still clutching the end of the rope that had been used to tie Zhu Qiuling up, her expression indifferent.

The two exchanged glances, said nothing, and walked side by side toward the courtyard house.

The alley was completely dark, with the last traces of dark red sunset remaining on the walls on both sides.

Back in the courtyard, He Dajun didn't go to his own room, but went straight into He Daqing's room.

Bai Ling followed behind him.

He Daqing was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) wiping Shazhu's face with a damp cloth, while He Liu was busy in the kitchen, where steam was bubbling away in a pot.

Today I'm making cabbage and tofu soup. The tofu was just brought back by He Dajun; it was white and floating on the soup, making my stomach rumble just looking at it.

Before He Dajun went to capture Tianyuan Zhensheng, he brought three catties of white rice to He Liushi, saying it was a reward from the Imperial Army.

He Liu took the things, her smile never fading.

Of course, the rice and tofu were not a reward from the Imperial Army; He Dajun redeemed them from the system.

He's getting more and more adept at taking things out now; he doesn't even need to think of a reason, he can just blame it on the Imperial Army.

When Sha Zhu saw He Dajun come in, he jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and hugged his leg, looking up and calling him "Second Uncle." He Dajun ruffled his hair, and the little guy grinned, revealing his missing front tooth.

He Dajun sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and Bai Ling sat down next to him. The two of them stood side by side, looking at each other in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, looking somewhat like a real married couple.

At this moment, He Daqing glanced at He Dajun. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his tone hesitant: "Dajun, I need to talk to you about what happened with the arrest earlier."

He Dajun raised his eyelids and looked at him.

He Daqing organized his thoughts, rubbing his fingers together on his knees: "Don't hit people randomly in the future. That person didn't seem like a resistance fighter. Even if he was, there's no need to say anything. It wouldn't be good if they retaliated."

"Besides, even if they don't retaliate, they're still our compatriots. We're different from the Japanese; in this situation, it's best to turn a blind eye."