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

This was the first time He Dajun had said something like that to her.

During the many days they had shared a bed, he had always been well-behaved, keeping his distance in his words and actions. When he occasionally teased her, it was always by joking about the fake identity of "wife".

But today's sentence is different.

Now that the door is closed, it's just the two of them; this isn't a performance in front of others.

She wanted to say something, but felt that nothing she said would be appropriate.

So he could only lower his head, look at his fingers, and remain silent.

The two fell silent. The wick of the oil lamp crackled slightly, and the flame flickered, casting swaying shadows on their faces.

After what seemed like an eternity, He Dajun finally spoke, his tone returning to its usual earnest and deep one: "Alright, Bai Ling, I was just joking with you. I need to take a shower and rest."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling immediately looked up and blurted out, "Are you going out again tonight?"

He Dajun nodded.

He leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

His voice was soft, but there was an undeniable heaviness in his tone: "Today I forced a resistance fighter to his death. Although I didn't do it myself, I didn't kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of me. I feel extremely guilty and really wanted to kill a few more Japanese soldiers."

Bai Ling didn't try to persuade him anymore.

She had seen the smell of gunpowder on He Dajun every time he came back from outside, and she knew that He Dajun knew what she was doing, knew that he couldn't stop her, and didn't want to stop her either.

If she had He Dajun's skills, she would also like to go with him.

She said softly, "Then be careful."

"Okay, thank you. I'm going to take a shower now."

After He Dajun finished speaking, he picked up his change of clothes, pushed open the door of the side room, and walked towards the kitchen.

Bai Ling sat on the edge of the kang behind him, her feelings complicated.

After taking a shower, He Dajun came out of the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel. The courtyard was pitch black; all the lights in the houses had long been turned off. Only a faint light shone through the paper window of He Daqing's room, but that too quickly went out.

He returned to the side room, draped a towel over the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took off his outer clothes, and lay down.

Bai Ling had already shrunk to the very back of the kang (a heated brick bed), with her back against the wall, leaving most of the kang open for him.

The two lay side by side, neither speaking in the darkness.

Before long, He Dajun's breathing became deep and even.

Bai Ling turned her head to look at his silhouette in the darkness.

There was no moonlight outside the window; she could only see a blurry shadow.

……

Everyone is taking action.

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated house in the eastern part of Beijing, Deng Hanyong was lying in bed, not yet asleep.

After they evacuated from the tunnel, they drove around most of the city before finding this backup contact point.

The room was very small, the windows were blocked with tattered quilts, and only a small oil lamp was lit.

The young man who had been knocked away by He Dajun leaned against the wall, in great pain, grimacing with every breath he took.

The girl sat in the corner, hugging her knees, her face showing exhaustion and sadness.

After hastily evacuating from the tunnel, the four-man Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) went to a new contact point, explained He Dajun's situation, and said that the Japanese were about to attack Shanghai and Jingzhou, hoping to inform their superiors.

But at this time, without a radio station, there was no way to make notifications, and everyone felt a headache coming on.

And to be honest, these people don't actually think what He Dajun said is true, or even believe that what He Dajun said is true.

Therefore, I'm not really keen on going all out to report this situation.

It can only be said that it was a matter of timing and fate.

……

At 1:15 a.m., He Dajun opened his eyes precisely on time.

He lay in the dark for a few seconds, then sat up; he didn't take off his clothes to sleep.

At this moment, Bai Ling's breathing was deep and even, but this was an illusion.

As soon as He Dajun sat up, Bai Ling's breathing changed rhythm.

In the darkness, He Dajun did not turn on a light, but gently shook Bai Ling's shoulder.

Bai Ling opened her eyes and asked softly, "Shall we go out now?"

He Dajun agreed. Soon, the two got up, He Dajun opened the door, and quickly left.

Bai Ling touched the grenade again.

He climbed over the wall again. He walked to the east wall of the courtyard house.

He took two steps back and ran, pushed off the wall with his feet, grabbed the top of the wall with his hands, and silently flipped over like a cat, landing lightly in the alley.

He squatted by the wall for a while, and after confirming that there were no patrol teams nearby, he stood up and walked towards Jingxi Park.

He chose Jingxi Park as his location.

This is preparation for another surprise attack.

The Japanese were ambushed by him last night, killing more than 30 people and almost destroying their ammunition depot. They will definitely be on high alert today.

But He Dajun estimated that the Japanese would never expect that the people who attacked last night would dare to come to the same place again tonight.

He only learned this from reading war history in another time and space.

A powerful figure in the party ambushed the Japanese three times in the same location, each time with greater ferocity, leaving the Japanese transport team with a psychological trauma.

Soldiers who, deception also.

Repeated sneak attacks may be due to a lack of awareness of one's own limitations.

It's like this: the most dangerous place is often the safest. The least likely choice is often the most fatal.

He Dajun did not take the tunnel this time.

He blew up that tunnel last night. Even if it hadn't collapsed, the Japanese must have set up an ambush inside.

He chose to go down to the ground. He ran quickly along the alley for a while and arrived near the section of the wall that he had blown open with the explosives the night before.

He crouched behind a broken wall, glanced ahead, and discovered that the section of the wall that had been blown apart was not yet fully repaired.

Broken bricks were piled up to the side, and the gap was temporarily blocked with sandbags, but it was only half a person high.

A temporary electric light was strung up on each side of the gap, illuminating it somewhat. Two Japanese soldiers stood about seven or eight meters away from the light bulbs, holding Type 38 rifles.

The reason for choosing this location is that it allows one to hide where the lights don't reach, making it more secluded.

He Dajun squatted fifty meters away, looking at the two Japanese soldiers, and pondered for a long time.

Guns are useless; one shot and we're all done for. Hand grenades are useless; the explosions are too loud.

Sneaking past? Too slow, and too easy to be detected.

He opened the system panel, browsed through it, and redeemed another ram's horn hoe.

It's the same kind he used when digging the tunnel in Tan Zhengyong's house.

The shovel has a unique shape, with one end pointed and the other flat. It feels heavy in your hand and has considerable power when thrown and spun around.

He thought about it and exchanged for two.

Still feeling unsure, I found a lucky bonus that the system had previously awarded but hadn't used yet.

He glanced at the instructions, and without hesitation, used it directly.

Then I used the Golden Armor Protection skill for the last time.

This can be considered as giving it your all.

He Dajun picked up the two hoes and tested their feel; they were heavy and good.

He stood up, holding a hoe in each hand, looked at the two Japanese soldiers standing under the lamplight more than 30 meters away, took a deep breath, and then exerted force, sending the two hoes flying almost simultaneously.