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

The first to discover it was a guard in the barracks north of the city. When he was changing shifts, he saw a piece of paper pasted on the wall. When he took a closer look, his face immediately changed.

The note was torn off and handed to the sergeant. After reading it, the sergeant didn't say a word, turned around and went into his office. He put the note on the table and then stood there waiting for his superior to speak.

After reading the note, the superior slammed it on the table and said, "Investigate, find out who put the note down."

However, after the order was issued, the soldiers below did not investigate actively.

It's not that we don't want to investigate, it's that we dare not investigate.

They were afraid that if the investigation revealed that the person who posted the note was the same killer who murdered more than a thousand comrades, then whoever went to arrest him would be the one to die.

The contents of the note quickly spread throughout the Japanese army camp.

Some people were talking privately, saying that the war god who specialized in killing the Imperial Army not only killed people in Beijing, but also said that he would go to Japan to kill the families of the Japanese. What if he really went there?

Some officers stood up and reprimanded him, saying that it was a rumor spread by the resistance and should not be believed. But privately they were thinking to themselves, if this man could kill more than a thousand elite soldiers outside the city, who would stop him if he really went to Japan?

At the same time, He Dajun was standing at the entrance of the No. 2 workshop of the steel rolling mill, leaning on a wooden stick, and loudly scolding several slow workers, saying that if they dawdled any longer, their wages would be deducted. He had the typical sycophantic look on his face.

"Hurry up! The Imperial Army needs these spare parts. Are you dawdling and trying to quit? If you don't want to work here, get out now! I, He Dajun, don't keep idle people!"

His voice echoed in the workshop, and several workers quickened their pace, walking past him with their heads down, not daring to even lift their eyelids.

He Dajun stood at the workshop entrance for a while, leaning on his wooden stick, his eyes sweeping over the workers like a dutiful supervisor.

Suzuki walked over from the office building, holding a folder in his hand, his expression more tense than usual.

He walked up to He Dajun and said that Major Sasaki wanted him to go to his office.

He Dajun nodded and followed Suzuki toward the office building, leaning on his wooden cane.

Halfway there, he noticed that the Japanese soldiers in the factory area were looking at him strangely.

It wasn't the condescending indifference of before, nor the scrutinizing gaze after Yagyu Kazuo's death, but something indescribable.

A young Japanese soldier standing behind a sandbag fortification saw He Dajun approaching, and instinctively took a half-step back, his hand clenching and unclenching on the barrel of his gun.

He Dajun sneered inwardly; the note had worked.

When he walked into Sasaki's office, leaning on his wooden cane, Sasaki was sitting behind his desk with several crumpled pieces of paper spread out in front of him. They were the same kinds of notes that He Dajun had stuck on the barracks wall and stuffed into the motorcycle bed the night before.

The note was crumpled and still stained with wall dust and dew, but the handwriting was still clearly visible: "Those who offend our Great Xia, though far away, shall be punished. Kill one citizen of the Four Nine Cities, and kill ten people from the Sakura Kingdom."

Sasaki looked terrible. The dark circles under his eyes were deeper than they had been a couple of days ago, and he had a stubble of beard on his chin. His military uniform collar was buttoned up neatly, a rare sight for him.

But the more he did this, the more it seemed like he was putting on a brave face. When he saw He Dajun come in, instead of asking him to sit down as usual, he pushed a slip of paper directly in front of him.

"He Dajun, take a look at this."

He Dajun took two steps forward with his wooden cane, bent down, picked up the note, and squinted at it for several seconds.

His expression changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to anger.

He slammed the note on the table, his voice tinged with offended indignation: "Sir! These thugs are too arrogant! They dare to threaten the Imperial Army! They should all be arrested and executed!"

Sasaki looked at his indignant expression without saying a word, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "These notes were found simultaneously outside three barracks and one outpost this morning. The person who posted the notes left no trace, and the patrols didn't see any suspicious individuals last night."

After listening, He Dajun frowned, as if he was seriously considering the question.

Then he suddenly looked up, his tone cautious and tentative: "Sir, could these notes be fake? Those resistance fighters are deliberately writing these things to scare the Imperial Army; they don't actually have the ability to kill people in Japan."

Sasaki shook his head. A week ago, he would have thought the same thing. But not now.

In the two battles at the camp outside the city, 500 plus 1,500 men surrounded and attacked one man, but more than 1,000 were killed and several armored vehicles were destroyed.

If that person wanted to go to Japan to kill someone, no one could stop him.

This is what Sasaki is truly afraid of.

He was not afraid of the resistance fighters causing damage in Beijing, since Beijing was the front line and some damage was normal.

But if the resistance fighters go to Japan to kill the families of the victims, then the nature of the matter changes completely.

The military will not tolerate this, the cabinet will not tolerate this, and His Majesty the Emperor will certainly not tolerate this.

At that time, not only will Sasaki have to apologize, but the entire high-ranking military officers stationed in Beijing will also suffer.

Moreover, even if they cause damage in Beijing, it will be very troublesome.

Looking at Sasaki's silent expression, He Dajun knew that the major had been frightened by the threat on the note.

He sneered inwardly, but put on an even more concerned expression: "Sir, these thugs are truly despicable. However, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should say it."

Sasaki let him speak.

"Sir, these notes say that if one civilian in Beijing is killed, ten people in Japan will be killed. But think about it this way: if the Imperial Army doesn't kill the civilians in Beijing, they won't have a pretext to kill people in Japan."

At this point, He Dajun looked at Sasaki and said, "So I think the most important thing right now is to stabilize the people in the city. Continue investigating the resistance fighters, but try not to implicate innocent people. That way, the resistance fighters will have no excuse."

After listening to the translator's retelling, Sasaki remained silent for a while before nodding.

He had to admit that He Dajun was right.

The military's orders to him were to maintain order in Beijing, not to kill all the city's inhabitants.

If the people are really pushed to the limit, the number of resistance fighters will only increase.

He waved for He Dajun to leave.

He Dajun, bending low, retreated to the doorway. Just as he was about to turn around, Sasaki called out to him again. "He Dajun, have you heard anything lately? Are any of your puppet troops talking about these notes?"

He Dajun turned around, his expression shifting to one of difficulty and hesitation.

He was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his voice and said, "Sir, I guess they think our puppet army is not strong enough, or some of them don't actually want to kill the people of Beijing indiscriminately."

He paused here, observing Sasaki's reaction.

Sasaki's expression indeed turned even uglier.