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

He Dajun squatted behind a pile of rubble on the side of the road, with the three troop transport trucks with their headlights still on in front of him.

Several Japanese soldiers were crouching next to the truck, firing up the mountain, completely unaware that there was another person behind them.

He Dajun exchanged ten grenades from the system in one go, pulled the pins, and threw them one after another.

The grenade traced several arcs in the air before striking the truck bed and cab, the explosions echoing across the highway and sending shrapnel flying.

Three trucks were blown up one after another, their fuel tanks ruptured, and flames shot into the air, illuminating the entire valley as if it were daytime.

The Japanese soldiers crouching next to the truck were blown to pieces, some even thrown into the roadside rubble by the blast wave without uttering a sound.

The Japanese soldiers were even more confused.

The high ground to the north had just been bombed, and now trucks on the highway to the south were also bombed. How many attackers were there, and from how many directions did they come?

Their commander was completely confused.

But they were, after all, well-trained elite troops, and in the chaos, some immediately began to reorganize their firepower.

A sergeant squatted on the other side of the road, waving and shouting, gathering more than twenty people into two groups. One group advanced from the front of the road, while the other group went around to the side to try to flank He Dajun.

He Dajun was waiting for them to rush over.

He found a perfectly intact Type 96 machine gun next to the truck wreckage, with most of the magazine still inside.

He quickly mounted the machine gun on a pile of rubble on the side of the road, aimed the muzzle at the group of Japanese soldiers rushing towards him, and pulled the trigger.

The distinctive rattling sound of the mortar echoed throughout the valley, and bullets swept through the Japanese troops like water being poured.

The two Japanese soldiers at the front fell to the ground, and the ones behind them quickly lay down and opened fire in return.

After He Dajun finished firing a magazine, he threw the machine gun aside, turned around, and ran away.

The bullets behind him chased after him, hitting rubble and walls, sending sparks flying, but none of them hit him.

He ran wildly north along the highway. His precious golden armor was still in effect, but the exhaustion was beginning to make his breathing heavy.

He stopped in the shadows at the bend in the road, redeemed another batch of grenades from the system, circled around to another location on the northern high ground, and hurled them at the group of Japanese soldiers who had just organized the encirclement from the side.

Five more grenades, another precise barrage.

The group of more than twenty people who had just gathered were mostly wiped out, and the remaining few lay in the drainage ditch by the roadside, too afraid to raise their heads.

In desperation, the Japanese had no choice but to temporarily withdraw troops from the high ground on the south side and send another small detachment to charge up the gentle slope on the north side of the road.

This group of Japanese soldiers was noticeably more cautious in their tactics than the previous group, advancing while covering each other.

However, they were facing terrain with mountains on both sides and only one simple road, which was naturally advantageous to the ambush.

A pocket formation can only deal with enemies who have entered the pocket. If the enemy attacks from the outside of the pocket, the pocket formation becomes an urn.

He Dajun crouched behind a large rock on the hillside, and waited until they were all within grenade throwing range before launching another round of indiscriminate bombardment.

This time, eight shells were thrown in one go, and after they were detonated, more than a dozen more bodies appeared on the hillside.

The remaining Japanese soldiers scrambled back to the road, and no one dared to rush up the mountain again.

The Japanese soldiers were not just generally angry and surprised.

Normally, one hundred elite Japanese soldiers could defeat thousands of Kuomintang troops on the main battlefield.

Therefore, they completely underestimated He Dajun's side.

Also, don't assume that the elite troops of the Guo Party are weak in combat.

Later, during a mopping-up operation, several hundred Japanese soldiers sneaked up to the vicinity of the Da Dang army's command post. Da Dang had no choice but to eliminate this elite Japanese force. In total, more than 20,000 Japanese soldiers were mobilized, and more than 2,000 were killed or wounded, but they still failed to annihilate the enemy completely.

This is the fighting power of the Japanese elite troops.

Their equipment was far superior, and their individual soldier quality and tactical coordination far surpassed those of the Kuomintang and warlord troops.

Unfortunately, they ran into He Dajun, who was on a winning streak, tonight.

A person who can use the system's exchange points as an unlimited arsenal, a person who possesses rare golden armor that protects him from stray bullets, and a person who can throw a grenade 200 meters away and hit it accurately.

In the presence of such people, the difference between elites and ragtag individuals is practically zero.

The ambush troops that had been besieged earlier took advantage of the moment when He Dajun drew all the Japanese firepower to quickly retreat out of the gap in the encirclement.

Their casualties were considerable; more than twenty corpses lay scattered on the ground, and several people were being dragged away by their comrades, blood gushing from their wounds and leaving dark red trails on the gravel.

But the survivors still rushed out, disappearing into the darkness along the pre-planned route.

The person leading the group walked at the very back and looked back before leaving the mountain pass.

In the valley ablaze with flames, the reinforcements who appeared out of nowhere were still throwing grenades toward the Japanese, the explosions coming one after another like a never-ending war machine.

At the same time, the Japanese mortars attacked again.

This is also blind typing.

Of course, it missed.

During this process, He Dajun scattered leaflets along the way, which read: "Those who offend our Great Xia, no matter how far away, will be punished."

In addition, there were messages meant to intimidate the Japanese, essentially saying, "If you dare to harm the people of Beijing, this is what will happen to you."

After doing all this, He Dajun chose to leave.

As dawn approached, a group of Japanese soldiers arrived as reinforcements. After daybreak, a search team was formed, discovered the scene, found a large number of corpses from both sides, and a warning letter from He Dajun.

The squad leader stood beside the body for a long time before sending someone back to report.

When the news reached Beijing, Sasaki heard that the convoy had been attacked and that the other side might have deployed hundreds of people. Although more than 20 resistance fighters were killed, the Japanese suffered greater losses, with more than 80 people killed.

His face showed a look of wanting to cry, while he thought to himself, "Thank goodness they didn't send any real machines over."

Otherwise, we're doomed.

……

Of course, by this time, He Dajun had already quietly returned to the courtyard house.

Bai Ling is still waiting for him.

He told Bai Ling that they encountered many resistance troops outside and fought a fierce battle, possibly eliminating fifty or sixty Japanese soldiers.

Bai Ling was overjoyed.

At the same time, He Dajun told Bai Ling that from now on, he would devote himself to building up the puppet army and continue to be a traitor.

When they want to cause sabotage in the future, they will mobilize the puppet troops.

That's how you can have more people and more strength.

Bai Ling looked at him and nodded, feeling that there was still hope in Beijing.

The future will definitely be brighter.

……

Three hours later.

Sasaki called the Special Higher Police, and the person who answered the phone was Kazuo Yagyu, the head of the Fourth Section of the Special Higher Police.

This is Liu Shengyun's father.

Sasaki's voice was calm on the other end of the phone, but Yagyu Kazuo could sense something pressing beneath that calm.

Sasaki was referring to the ambush at Yamaguchi, where ninety-two Imperial soldiers were killed on the northern highlands, the machine gun positions were taken out from behind, the convoy was bombed, and the ambushers turned the tables on the ambushers.

Sasaki said the incident made him re-examine all possible sources of leakage, including He Dajun, the commander of the puppet army, and everyone else was worthy of suspicion.

All of them must be questioned.

This is in the hope of increasing the intensity of the investigation.