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

In a side room of the courtyard house, He Dajun had just returned from get off work at the steel rolling mill and was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) wiping his neck with a wet towel.

Bai Ling listened to He Dajun's brief recount of what happened that night, feeling somewhat numb. "Are you really going to do what you threatened?"

He Dajun did not answer immediately.

Leaning against the wall, he draped a damp towel over his shoulder and remained silent for a while before saying, "If the Japanese want to verify whether I'm just bluffing, I don't mind making another trip."

The words were spoken casually, but Bai Ling sensed something hidden in the tone.

This isn't just empty boasting; it's someone who's already done it once and wouldn't mind doing it again, stating the facts.

One day later, the nights in Beijing returned to their characteristic quiet, but beneath the quiet lay a subtle change.

The Japanese soldiers patrolling the streets no longer kicked down doors indiscriminately, and the sentries stopped beating people during checks. Even the sergeant supervising the steel mill had become much more restrained.

They used to think they were the conquerors, able to do whatever they wanted. Now they feel like they're the targets, having to consider whether someone is watching them in the dark before doing anything.

This change wasn't because He Dajun killed a lot of people, but because He Dajun transformed their identities from "hunters" to "prey".

The scariest thing is that they don't even know what the hunters look like.

An unseen enemy is the most terrifying, because you don't know who they are or when they will appear.

Time passed quickly. Even though the Japanese soldiers knew they had just been ambushed and lost 500 men, they still regrouped.

The main problem was infighting within the Japanese army and navy. The Japanese decided that after winning the Battle of Shanghai, they needed to attack Jingzhou immediately and occupy the capital of Daxia in order to better destroy Daxia's will to resist.

The Japanese decided to launch the Battle of Jingzhou simultaneously.

All I can say is that the Japanese had a series of elaborate plans.

Therefore, troops continued to be transferred from Beijing.

This time, 1,500 people were mobilized, and the other 1,500 people were actually used as bait.

You just wiped out 500 of my men, I'll send another 1,500.

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He Dajun lay down behind the ridge of the field again, staring at the camp ahead.

It's the same camp, the same place; the Japanese are clearly fishing for us.

This is a battle of wits and courage.

The beam of the searchlight swept back and forth across the ground, and He Dajun silently counted once after each sweep.

Each scan lasts ten seconds, with two searchlights scanning alternately, leaving a blind spot of less than three seconds in between.

The camp was quiet, with only a few Japanese soldiers occasionally passing by the barracks, their leather boots crunching on the frozen mud. Dim light shone from the tents, and people were talking in hushed tones, but the night wind carried their voices away, making it impossible to understand what they were saying.

These Japanese soldiers were indeed different. Their walking posture, the sentry positions, and the arrangement of machine gun emplacements all exuded an aura of having just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

They didn't have the nervous fidgeting of new recruits, nor the slackness of the defending troops; they were steady and reliable, like a well-used bayonet resting on a gun barrel, without wobbling or shaking.

He Dajun redeemed another twenty hand grenades from the system and lined them up behind the field ridge.

His plan was simple: first throw ten grenades toward the barracks, then rush in during the chaos to blow up the ammunition depot, and then run back along the route he came from.

He had traveled this route twice, and he remembered every turn and every ditch clearly.

Especially just a few days ago, we had ambushed them here and encountered some resistance troops.

Just as He Dajun was about to pull the pin on the first grenade, a "ding" sound suddenly went through his mind.

[Warning: 1500 enemy troops have been detected closing in on the host. The host is advised to evacuate immediately.]

He Dajun's finger stopped on the fuse.

The system never makes a mistake, especially when it comes to counting heads.

However, has the system been upgraded? How do we know how many enemies there are?

This feature wasn't available during the last attack on this camp. Did the system upgrade after we killed 500 people?

After hesitating for a moment, He Dajun retrieved all twenty grenades into the system, leaving only three in his hand.

He lay on the ground and backed away two meters, moving very lightly, afraid of hitting the gravel on the ridge and making a sound.

After retreating behind the ridge of the field, he stood up, bent over, and ran northward.

I had run less than fifty meters when I heard gunshots behind me.

They didn't attack from the east.

The bullet grazed his left shoulder and hit the stubble field next to him, kicking up a clump of dirt.

Immediately afterwards, another sound rang out from the west. The distinctive rattling of a Type 96 rifle came from behind a dry irrigation ditch, and bullets plowed a hole in the ground less than ten meters in front of him.

Dajun rolled on the spot, landing behind an abandoned field ridge, and peeked out in the direction of the gunfire.

In the darkness, there were at least two machine gun positions to the west, and dozens of Japanese soldiers were charging towards this side with their guns at the east.

Surrounded on three sides.

To the east were infantry, to the west machine gun positions, and the camp to the south was in chaos, with searchlights sweeping towards the spot where he had just been lying.

The Japanese soldiers in the camp had already begun to rush out.

There were no gunshots or people to the north yet.

He Dajun knew this was a three-sided encirclement tactic, so he deliberately left a gap for the enemy to exploit, and then set up an ambush behind the gap.

But he has no choice now. Running north would offer a chance, while staying here would mean certain death.

He Dajun tied three grenades together, pulled the pins, and threw them toward the group of Japanese soldiers charging to the east.

The grenade tumbled several times in the air before exploding in the crowd, sending shrapnel flying and knocking three or four Japanese soldiers to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Japanese soldiers to the east lay down to hide, he took off and rushed north.

The machine gun behind him to the west was still firing, bullets chasing his heels and hitting the ground, stubble flying everywhere as the bullets whittled it down.

The golden armor was hit twice; the rare-grade shield withstood the bullets, but the impact was still there.

Each blow felt like a hammer blow to his back, causing him to stagger several steps.

He Dajun gritted his teeth and kept running. The golden armor icon on the system interface in his mind had already flashed red twice, and there was only one last time left.

To the north is a steep slope covered with waist-high withered grass and low shrubs.

When He Dajun was halfway up the slope, the Japanese soldiers from the east had already circled around and bullets came from the side of the slope, hitting the gravel and dry grass on the slope, and sparks and grass clippings flew everywhere.

He used both hands and feet to climb to the top of the slope, lay down behind a large rock to catch his breath, and then peeked down.

The enemy's mortars arrived, and three seconds later, the first shell landed less than ten meters to the left of the hilltop.

Boom! Gravel and dirt were blasted into the air, like a rain of dust.

He Dajun buried his face behind a large rock, his ears filled with the buzzing sound of exploding shells.

Immediately afterwards, the second shot hit the right side of the hilltop. Shrapnel struck the large rock, sending sparks flying, and the fragments of rock stung his face.

He Dajun was puzzled. How come the Japanese soldiers had such sharp eyesight this time? They could see him clearly even in the dark.

It's like there are satellites in the sky that can detect and scout.