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

At this time, with Lou Xiao'e's active cooperation and the efforts of the Japanese soldiers, the steel rolling mill had been repaired, and even the latest machinery had been installed and put into operation.

He Dajun had been waiting for this day.

Upon arriving at the steel rolling mill, searchlights swept back and forth across the factory area, their pale beams cutting across different parts of the night sky.

After the Battle of Shanghai began, the steel rolling mill was placed under increased security. The number of Japanese soldiers stationed there, which was originally only one squad, has now increased to at least twice as many.

He Dajun squatted at the base of the wall for a long time, counting the cycles of the searchlight scan, and then took advantage of the gap when the searchlight had just swept past to climb over the wall.

He could navigate the steel rolling mill with his eyes closed.

He followed the shadows of the pile of rubble past two patrol teams and made his way to the second workshop, which had been destroyed and rebuilt.

Several new machines, recently transported from other places, were displayed in the workshop. They had just officially started production and were brought in from the local area by Sasaki with great effort.

He Dajun crouched in the darkness, opened the system panel, and redeemed five explosive packs.

He placed the explosive charges under the largest machines, twisted the fuses together, connected them to a long fuse, and then dragged the fuses as he retreated out of the workshop.

The fuse hissed and burned. He Dajun retreated to a safe distance, crouched behind a pile of broken bricks, and covered his ears.

A few seconds later, a deafening roar came from above the steel rolling mill. Fragments of the new machine and steel beams were thrown dozens of meters into the air, and the flames illuminated the entire factory area.

He Dajun did not look back at the mushroom cloud.

He ran quickly along the route he had come from towards the wall, climbed over it, landed in the alley, and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

He heard the sounds of Japanese soldiers whistling and roaring behind him, but he had already run far away.

After He Dajun climbed over the wall of the steel rolling mill, he did not go straight home.

He ran through the dark alley for a few minutes, turned into a nearby public toilet, went to the back, lifted the stone slab of a dry well in the yard, and crawled inside.

This is one of the ten tunnels previously awarded by the system. The entrance is hidden at the bottom of a dry well, and the exit leads to the back of a public toilet in another alley.

He replaced the stone slab, squatted in the tunnel, leaned against the rammed earth wall, and tried to catch his breath.

Soon, commotion came from outside.

The sound of a large number of leather boots running on gravel.

The Japanese soldiers pulled out at least a hundred men from their nearest garrison to the east. Some went towards the steel mill to put out the fire, while others scattered into the nearby alleys to search for the attackers.

He Dajun squatted in the tunnel, listening to the chaotic footsteps and shouts above him, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, one tap at a time, unhurriedly.

This is what he's been waiting for.

About twenty minutes later, the footsteps outside gradually faded away, but you could still hear people shouting, creating a chaotic scene.

After the last group of Japanese soldiers' footsteps passed above the tunnel entrance, He Dajun gently lifted the stone slab and climbed out.

The group of Japanese soldiers who went to put out the fire at the factory were running with their backs to him toward the steel mill, completely unaware that there was another person behind them.

He Dajun stood in the shadow of the earth god temple and exchanged for ten hand grenades in one go from the system.

The grenade appeared out of thin air in his hand, and Muta pulled the fuse and started to throw it out.

The grenade flew out of the darkness and hit the back row of the Japanese troops, the explosion sounding particularly loud in the narrow alley.

Shrapnel and broken bricks flew everywhere like raindrops, and screams and shouts mingled together, instantly throwing the Japanese soldiers' formation into chaos.

Some people lay down, some ran back, and some shouted that the enemy was attacking.

After detonating ten grenades, He Dajun did not linger in the fight.

He turned and slipped into a side alley, running eastward along a route he knew well beforehand, towards the Japanese barracks.

The gunshots and whistles behind him grew fainter and fainter, and he quickened his pace.

The system notifications in his mind kept ringing, and he suddenly gained 40,000 to 50,000 points for exterminating ghosts and breaking through defenses, but he didn't have time to look at them carefully.

More than a hundred soldiers rushed out of the barracks just now, and the number of soldiers left behind is at least half of what it used to be.

He Dajun crouched behind a low wall two hundred meters away and redeemed twenty hand grenades from the system in one go.

Then he took a deep breath and began throwing grenades wildly. One grenade after another flew out, hitting multiple barracks in the garrison area.

Flames lit up one after another.

The Japanese soldiers waiting in the barracks were caught off guard by the bombing. Some of them rushed out of the barracks barefoot, but before they could even grab their guns, they were knocked to the ground by shrapnel.

After twenty grenades were thrown, shouts and gunfire erupted throughout the base, but the gunfire was completely indiscriminate, firing wildly in all directions into the darkness.

He Dajun didn't give them time to react, and exchanged for ten more grenades, continuing to throw them deeper into the area.

He plowed the entire encampment with thirty grenades; the barracks were on fire, the trucks were overturned, and there were screams and explosions everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, He Dajun ran a few steps deeper into the camp and saw a small gray building from a distance.

There were sandbag fortifications at the entrance, and barbed wire was added to the outside, so it was clear that this was not an ordinary warehouse.

Two surviving Japanese soldiers were crouching behind sandbags, firing their guns randomly outside.

Without hesitation, He Dajun exchanged five more grenades from the system, bundled them together, pulled the fuse, and threw them with all his might toward the gray building.

The cluster grenade tumbled several times in the air, tracing a high arc before crashing onto the roof of the gray building and landing behind it. A few seconds later, the shells and bullets in the ammunition depot simultaneously detonated.

A deafening explosion, even more deafening than the steel mill explosion, ripped the roof off the ammunition depot, sending bricks and timber beams flying into the air, and a huge mushroom cloud rose above the base.

The flames changed color from orange-red to incandescent white, and the shockwave spread outwards at a visible speed. Several sections of the camp's walls collapsed, and the windows of nearby houses were shattered.

He Dajun, who was 170 or 180 meters away, felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by an invisible wall.

The precious golden armor was still within its effective range; the shrapnel was stopped by that invisible shell, but the force of the shockwave was unstoppable. He was pushed back several steps and almost fell.

My ears were filled with a constant buzzing sound, and I couldn't hear anything else.

Everything went black before my eyes; my retina had been burned by the bright light, and everything I saw had a dark red double image.

He shook his head to steady himself, and felt some warm liquid running down his ear.

It might be blood, or it might be sweat mixed with brick dust; he didn't have time to examine it closely.

Broken bricks and tiles rained down from the roof with a crash. People were screaming, crying, and some rushed out of their houses with children in their arms, standing blankly in the direction of the towering flames.

The mushroom cloud was still churning in the night sky, illuminating half of Beijing as if it were daytime.

Many houses in nearby alleys collapsed due to the earthquake.

He Dajun did not look back at the mushroom cloud.

He turned and ran, sprinting along the route he had come from towards Nanluoguxiang.

The precious golden armor still protects him, but all the strength in his body has been drained. With every step he takes, he feels as if his lungs are on fire, and the old injury on his left leg is throbbing.

He gritted his teeth, kept walking, climbed over the low wall next to the dry well, crawled into the tunnel, climbed out of the dilapidated temple, climbed over the courtyard wall, and gently landed in the courtyard.