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

He Dajun was overjoyed and immediately activated the rare Golden Armor Protection skill in his mind.

A familiar warmth spread from my chest to my limbs, exactly the same feeling I had when I used the precious golden armor to protect myself last time.

Nonsense, they're definitely exactly the same.

With this skill, his chances of survival tonight have increased many times over.

At this moment, the Japanese camp in Jingxi Park was in complete chaos. Whistles were being blown everywhere, with sharp whistles ringing out simultaneously from all directions.

Someone was shouting loudly, someone was blowing a rallying call, leather boots were clattering on the gravel, and the beams of flashlights were sweeping wildly in the darkness.

The flares were launched into the sky and exploded, illuminating the entire camp brighter than daytime.

Then the bullets started hitting He Dajun.

Four or five light-duty guns opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down like a storm, scattering pebbles and clods of earth around He Dajun, filling the air with the whooshing sound of bullets whizzing past.

He lunged to the left, and the spot where he landed was riddled with bullets.

He scrambled to his feet and ran madly toward the gap in the wall, his back bent.

There was no lingering in the fight.

We've destroyed the Japanese ammunition depot; that's enough.

He Dajun lowered his body and ran quickly toward the gap in the unfinished wall. As he passed the posts of the two sentries, the body of another Japanese soldier was still lying behind the sandbags.

He didn't even glance at it. He climbed over the gap, landed on the pile of broken bricks outside the wall, and disappeared into the dark alley without looking back.

At the same time, residents near Jingxi Park were awakened by the huge explosion.

Someone got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), put on their clothes, opened the window and looked out. They couldn't see anything in the darkness, but across several streets they could see a blazing fire in the direction of the park.

Like a burning behemoth crouching in the night sky.

Some people were whispering among themselves, some quickly closed the windows and huddled under the covers, and some squatted on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with their children in their arms, shivering.

Many elderly people knelt on the ground and began chanting Buddhist prayers, hoping that more Japanese devils would die.

The Daxia resistance comrades living nearby were also awakened by the explosion.

Someone climbed to the second floor and looked towards Jingxi Park. When they saw the mushroom cloud that hadn't yet dissipated, their heart pounded faster than a war drum.

This is absolutely a huge victory for our colleagues or patriotic comrades. An ammunition depot, that's an ammunition depot!

The Japanese army's largest ammunition reserve in Beijing was blown to bits.

Some people clenched their fists in the darkness, while others silently shed tears.

But they also knew that with such a large commotion and such a major victory, given the Japanese soldiers' combat capabilities, their comrades in the bomb depot were likely to have been killed.

Oh, may you rest in peace.

After the Japanese soldiers were bombed at the ammunition depot in Jingxi Park, they went completely mad.

The phone call went from the command post in Jingxi Park to the Sijiu City Defense Command, and then from the Defense Command to various city gates, sentry posts, and patrol teams.

The Japanese garrison and puppet troops throughout Beijing were dragged out of bed and searched house to house for resistance fighters.

Less than twenty minutes after the ammunition depot exploded, almost all of the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in Beijing mobilized.

Trucks loaded with fully armed soldiers poured out of various outposts, motorcycles roared through the main streets, and whistles, shouts, and banging on doors filled the air.

The house-to-house search has begun, and this time it's bigger and more frantic than last night's.

The Japanese soldiers went berserk, kicking down doors and searching everyone they saw.

They stormed into the houses, dragged the residents out of bed, and shone flashlights on their faces to identify them one by one.

If someone showed even the slightest lack of cooperation, the butt of the gun would be smashed against them.

Some people were crying, some were begging for mercy, and the cries of children and the screams of women echoed from one alley to another, as if the entire city of Beijing had been thrown into a pot of boiling water.

Sporadic gunshots could be heard from time to time during the search.

The resistance fighters had been discovered and were fighting the Japanese. The sounds of gunfire came from afar, sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, but never ceasing.

This night was the most chaotic day since the fall of Beijing.

He Dajun has safely returned to the courtyard house.

When he climbed over the courtyard wall, his legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand up.

The extreme sprint and the shockwave from the ammunition depot explosion had completely drained him of his strength.

He squatted against the wall for several seconds to catch his breath before standing up, slowly walking to the door of the side room, and gently knocking twice on the door.

The door opened immediately. Bai Ling stood behind the door, holding the grenade in her hand. She was stunned when she saw He Dajun dressed in a Japanese military uniform.

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, her eyes scanning He Dajun from head to toe.

He Dajun squeezed through the door, closed it, and leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh.

Bai Ling asked him why he was wearing Japanese clothes.

While taking off his Japanese uniform, which was already soaked with sweat, He Dajun explained, half-truthfully, that he had killed a sentry, changed into his clothes, sneaked in, threw a few bundles of grenades into the ammunition depot, and then ran away as soon as they exploded.

He spoke vaguely, in a very relaxed tone.

Bai Ling stood there, put down the grenade, and watched as He Dajun took off the Japanese military uniform and crumpled it into a ball, revealing a gray cloth shirt soaked with sweat underneath.

Even though He Dajun's combat capabilities had been overestimated time and again, it still felt like a dream.

A lone individual sneaked into the Japanese military camp, swaggered in wearing a Japanese uniform, blew up the ammunition depot, and then quickly ran back.

This was beyond the scope of combat power she could comprehend.

Looking at He Dajun, there was something different in his eyes than before. It was admiration, but more complex than admiration. This was the kind of fighting force this man could lead if he joined a major party.

She didn't dare to think any further.

So she wanted to recruit He Dajun into the organization again. However, she also knew that now was not the time to talk about this.

He Dajun wiped his face with a towel, then crumpled the Japanese military uniform he had taken off into a ball, walked under the bed, pulled open the groove in the tunnel slab, and stuffed the uniform inside.

He straightened up and told Bai Ling that there might be a lot of noise tonight, so she should go to sleep first, as someone might come knocking on the door later.

Bai Ling thought about it and understood the reasoning. So she said, "Let's go to sleep then."

Soon the two lay in bed, neither speaking nor daring to sleep, especially Bai Ling.

Strangely, the Japanese soldiers didn't come to the courtyard that night.

Perhaps it's because He Dajun is the only traitor here, or perhaps it's because the courtyard is quite far from Jingxi Park.

Finally, He Dajun drifted off to sleep.

Then I heard thud! thud! thud!

A harsh, broken Daxia dialect voice shouted, "Open the door! Imperial Army is conducting an inspection! Everyone come out!"

He Dajun sat up abruptly and reached out to press down on Bai Ling's shoulder. Bai Ling had already opened her eyes, but they were still very sleepy.

The two stared at each other for a second, and He Dajun lowered his voice and said, "Don't move, I'll go."

He rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed the puppet army uniform and put it on, then used a wooden stick to push open the door and go out.