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

At this moment, more than 500 meters in front of He Dajun, there were corpses lying haphazardly, roughly counting at least two hundred.

The remaining Japanese soldiers had given up the charge and were retreating south of the camp, abandoning even their heavy weapons.

Some people were shouting, some were blowing whistles, but the retreating formation was already out of control.

He Dajun was panting heavily, his ears filled with the buzzing of heavy machine gun fire, and his arms ached so much he could barely lift them. His right index finger was stiffened into a hook, impossible to straighten.

He glanced back at the still-warm heavy machine gun on the hilltop, then at the retreating Japanese remnants in the distance, and suddenly grinned.

[Current Demon Extermination and Defense Break Score: 4713000.]

He Dajun was panting for a while. His arms ached as if they had been hit with sticks. His right index finger was still frozen in the trigger position. He had to bend it a couple of times to straighten it.

My ears were filled with the buzzing sound of heavy machine gun fire, which combined with the tinnitus from the previous heavy artillery bombardment, making it feel like my brain was stuffed with a swarm of wasps.

He Dajun did not pursue the matter further.

His precious golden armor was gone, and his strength was almost depleted. Charging down now would be risking his life for kills, which wasn't worth it. He opened the system panel and glanced at it; his defense penetration score had risen to 4.71 million. That last wave had taken down at least 300 Japanese soldiers.

Of course, there were also two armored vehicles.

After the system was upgraded to level two, several new notifications popped up, but he didn't have time to read them carefully.

[Level 2 Reward: One Golden Amulet. Effect: Can negate one direct close-range hit from a heavy artillery shell.]

He Dajun chose to use it without hesitation.

A warm feeling spread from his chest to his limbs, thicker than the precious golden armor protecting him, as if some invisible iron armor was wrapped around his whole body.

With this thing, his survival rate tonight jumped from 50% to 90%.

But he did not linger in battle. The golden amulet could only withstand one direct hit from a heavy artillery barrage; it did not make him invulnerable to blades and bullets.

There are still hundreds of Japanese soldiers down the slope, but who knows if there's a second line of defense?

He stored the heavy machine gun in the system, but after thinking about it, he felt it wasn't safe enough, so he exchanged it for a submachine gun.

After that, they ran north along the top of the slope for a while, then turned west, bypassing the open area in front of the camp.

He didn't run fast; every now and then he would crouch down and listen to what was happening behind him.

The Japanese soldiers' whistles and shouts grew fainter and fainter, but the camp suddenly fell silent, eerily so.

……

As dawn approached, he finally reached the mass grave outside Beijing.

Beyond the mass grave lies the vegetable garden outside the city wall, and beyond that garden is the tunnel entrance hidden in the dilapidated temple.

He crouched behind a mound of earth in the mass grave, making sure there was no movement around him, before crawling into the dilapidated temple, lifting the stone slab of the dry well, and walking along the tunnel towards the courtyard.

The tunnel was dark and damp, with a humid, earthy smell in the air.

He Dajun slowly walked forward, touching the rammed earth wall. It took him about two hours to reach the tunnel exit where there was a public toilet.

It was almost 5 a.m. by then.

Then I arrived home.

Bai Ling was very worried when she saw He Dajun.

He Dajun gave a wry smile, quickly took off his clothes from last night, stuffed them into a ball and put them back into the tunnel, then changed into his own gray cloth jacket. He then leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and closed his eyes.

After a few brief replies, Bai Ling felt relieved, soaked and wrung out a towel, and handed it to him, saying, "Quickly wipe your face."

He Dajun took the towel and wiped himself; the towel was covered in black marks.

He took off his shirt again, and Bai Ling saw a large purplish-blue bruise on his right shoulder blade, caused by mortar shrapnel.

"Didn't you say you were fine?" Bai Ling's voice was very low, but the heartache in her tone was unmistakable.

"It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious." He Dajun draped a towel over his shoulder.

Bai Ling was silent for a while, then sat down next to him and gently took his hand.

He Dajun took her hand in his palm and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingers.

……

The news that more than half of the main force of over a thousand men had been wiped out by the resistance fighters of Daxia reached Beijing at five in the morning.

Unable to sleep for some reason, Sasaki got up and went to his study to read the search report that He Dajun had submitted the day before.

The report was very detailed. Three tunnel entrances, two boxes of bullets, and five banned books were found in the Shangcheng District. More than a dozen suspicious persons were arrested, two of whom are currently under interrogation.

Sasaki flipped through the report, a satisfied smile still playing on his lips.

He Dajun, that lackey, is indeed efficient. The puppet army has only been established for a short time, but its search and capture efficiency has already surpassed that of many of the Imperial Army's own search teams.

Then the phone rang.

Sasaki picked up the receiver, listened for a few sentences, and the smile on his face froze.

On the other end of the phone was Colonel Yamazaki, the commander of the camp outside the city. His voice was hoarse, and he spoke very quickly, with intermittent panting, as if he had just finished a marathon.

Yamazaki was referring to the attack on his camp north of the Jingxi Highway. He had set up an ambush last night, using 1,500 elite troops as bait to encircle and annihilate the resistance forces that had been frequently attacking the Imperial Army. However, the ambushers were too fierce and outnumbered, and they once again wiped out more than 600 Imperial Army soldiers.

Sasaki's knuckles were so clenched around the receiver that they turned purple.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that Yamazaki on the other end of the phone thought the signal had been lost and fed him several times.

Sasaki finally spoke, his voice calm, but that calmness was more unsettling than any roar.

He said to Colonel Yamazaki, "You mean 1,500 elite Imperial soldiers surrounded one person, but ended up killing more than 600 of them and losing two armored vehicles?"

Yamazaki was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then said yes.

Sasaki was speechless.

The study was very quiet.

Sasaki sat in the shadows beside the light strip, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, one tap at a time, at a very slow rhythm.

After a long time, he picked up the phone and asked the operator to connect him with the new head of the Special Higher Police. He wanted to find out if there were such powerful people in the world, and how could there be so many powerful people in Great Xia, like war gods.

That's outrageous.

At this moment, this war god was leaning on a wooden cane, limping as he walked across the ruins of the steel rolling mill.

He Dajun had only slept for less than two hours in the morning when Bai Ling woke him up.

Bai Ling said that someone from the steel rolling mill had come and that he had to report to the factory today, as Sasaki had an important task to assign him.

He Dajun knew why Sasaki had summoned him. After such a major incident outside the city yesterday, Sasaki would definitely convene a meeting of all the puppet army captains to arrange a new round of search missions.

He had to go, and he had to act exactly as usual, without the slightest deviation.

When he arrived at the factory gate, he noticed that there were twice as many guards as usual.

Two Japanese soldiers, carrying Type 38 rifles, stood behind the sandbag fortifications. When they saw He Dajun approaching, one of them reached out to stop him and carefully checked his identification before letting him pass.

He Dajun bowed and thanked him profusely, then walked into the factory area leaning on his wooden cane.

Something was off in the factory area. Usually at this time, the workers would be moving bricks and shoveling stones, but today they were all gathered in the open space in front of Workshop 2.

Suzuki stood at the front of the crowd, holding a folder in his hand, and was calling out names loudly.

"He Dajun!" Suzuki waved to him as he walked over.