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

At this time, there was no one in the courtyard; they were probably all hiding in their rooms.

Panic.

At the entrance to the innermost west room, a chubby-faced little boy was lying on the ground playing with stones.

He looked about two or three years old, with a shaved head and a small tuft of hair on the back of his head. He heard the door open, looked up, and stared at the two strangers who entered with his dark eyes.

He Dajun looked at the child and knew that the little one was He Yuzhu.

You know what, this future first blood pack for the Jia family is actually quite cute now.

Of course, now that He Dajun has traveled through time, he can't let Sha Zhu become a fool again.

"Pillar," he called out.

The child paused for a moment, clearly not recognizing the person who called his name.

After all, it had been a while since he had seen He Dajun. He tilted his head and looked at He Dajun, then put his finger in his mouth.

At this moment, a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old came out of the side room.

He was of medium height, wearing a faded blue short-sleeved shirt with water droplets on his arms, as if he had just been washing something.

He looked up and saw He Dajun, paused for a moment, then his eyes widened, and his expression changed from surprise to delight.

"Dajun! You're back!"

He Dajun nodded and called out, "Brother."

This is He Daqing, the original owner's cousin and He Yuzhu's biological father.

He Daqing strode over, looked at He Dajun, sized him up, and couldn't hide his joy. "Xu Wude said you went to bomb the steel mill, and then there were gunshots all over the city, which worried us to death."

"Brother, I'm lucky, I'll be fine," He Dajun said with a smile.

Only then did He Daqing notice Bai Ling behind He Dajun. He paused for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between He Dajun and Bai Ling.

He Dajun reached out and took Bai Ling's hand.

Bai Ling felt He Dajun's palm was warm and dry, and her face flushed slightly, but she did not pull away and let him hold her hand.

He Dajun turned to look at her, then said to He Daqing, "Brother, this is my wife, Bai Ling. We got married in the army, but we haven't had a chance to tell our families yet. Now that things are like this in Beijing, I'm bringing her back to the city so we can look after each other."

With that, he went inside.

He Daqing and He Liu's expressions changed simultaneously, clearly stunned by the sudden news.

He Liu looked at Bai Ling, her eyes scanning her from head to toe. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. This girl was truly beautiful.

He came forward, took Bai Ling's hand, and looked very happy: "Oh my, Dajun is getting married! That's wonderful!"

Bai Ling blushed slightly and whispered, "Brother, sister-in-law."

He Daqing and He Liushi immediately burst into laughter.

Sha Zhu looked at it and started laughing too.

He Daqing quickly closed the door; the bolt came down with a muffled thud.

He turned around and asked in a low voice, "Dajun, did you succeed in blowing up the steel mill?"

He Dajun said in a low voice, "No. I lied to them. I stopped Xu Wude and the others from blowing it up, and after they left, I rushed back."

He Daqing was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock: "Dajun, you actually stopped everyone from bombing the steel mill?"

He Dajun said with a smile, "Of course. If Beijing can't be defended, I will definitely stop everyone from bombing the steel mill. That way, when the Japanese come, we'll have a way out."

He Daqing was taken aback.

This statement doesn't sound right at first glance, but upon closer examination, it makes sense.

It was a fact that the city of Beijing could not be defended; the streets were filled with the sound of Japanese soldiers' boots.

If they blew up the steel mill, the Japanese could just take over other factories. But if they didn't blow it up, and He Dajun stopped the bombing, the Japanese might actually think more highly of him.

These days, having some achievements makes life a little easier.

It's just that the reputation is bad; people will call them traitors.

He nodded and said, "That's right, Dajun. Being alive is better than anything else right now. It would be even better if we could find a way out."

He glanced at Bai Ling again.

Bai Ling sat in the chair, listening quietly to the two brothers talk. Her expression was very natural, just like a new bride meeting her brother-in-law for the first time.

He Daqing's doubts were largely dispelled.

This girl is beautiful and speaks politely. She looks like a daughter from a respectable family. Dajun is really lucky.

They then talked about other things, including Bai Ling's family situation.

He Liu brought over a bowl of hot water and asked Bai Ling what her family did for a living, whether her parents were still alive, and how she met Da Jun. Because they had rehearsed their lines beforehand, Bai Ling answered fluently.

He said his family ran a general store in Xiongcheng. When the Japanese came, the store was burned down, and his parents fled south with relatives. He himself fled back with the army.

He Liu wiped away her tears as she listened, and holding Bai Ling's hand, she said, "Sister-in-law, you've suffered so much. Now that you're here, settle down and make yourself at home. This is your home from now on."

Neither He Daqing nor He Liushi had any doubts.

In times of war and chaos, such things happen all the time. Which family doesn't have a few relatives who have fled during the war?

At that moment, everyone heard gunshots outside.

"Snap! Snap!" Two crisp sounds, as if they came from the alley next door.

Then came several more sounds, interspersed with shouts.

He Daqing quickly closed the window and used a quilt to block the gaps.

He Liu's face turned pale, and she held Sha Zhu tightly in her arms.

Sha Zhu, unaware of what was happening, was still struggling to get down and play with the stones when He Liu slapped him on the buttocks.

He Dajun stood by the window, listening intently.

The gunfire was mixed, including Japanese Type 38 rifles and other types of gunfire.

At this moment, he was unaware that Tan Zhengyong had already engaged in combat with the Japanese.

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At this moment, everyone was startled when they heard gunshots outside, fearing that the Japanese soldiers would rush into the courtyard.

Although I had never experienced such a dilapidated city before, Beijing had also been in chaos a decade or two ago.

During the Zhili-Fengtian War, the defeated soldiers entered the city and looted from house to house, and gunfire raged all night.

In such chaotic times, human life is as cheap as paper; a stray bullet can take the lives of an entire family.

Hearing the gunshots outside, He Dajun neither spoke nor moved.

It's not that I don't want to help, but it might implicate more people.

He is not Superman.

Meanwhile, on Tan Zhengyong's side...

When the Japanese soldiers searched the alley entrance, he didn't hide at all.

The cabinet has been put back in its place, the tunnel entrance has been sealed, and Tan Xiaoguang has left.

He had burned everything that needed to be burned in the house. He took a Type 38 rifle and three hand grenades and sat on a chair in the middle of the main room, waiting for what was to come.

There was a knock on the door. Someone outside shouted, a jumble of Japanese gibberish mixed with broken Chinese: "Open the door! Search!"

Tan Zhengyong raised his gun and aimed at the crack in the door.

Before the Japanese soldiers could even kick down the door, they opened fire first.

Because of the close proximity, the Japanese soldiers never expected that one of them would be killed by a single shot.

The Japanese soldier fell backward and collapsed to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers outside immediately panicked; some were shouting, and others were blowing whistles.

Soon, four Japanese soldiers formed a combat squad. One of them threw a grenade at the door, blowing half of the door panel away.

The smell of wood chips and gunpowder filled the main room.

The door was gone. Two Japanese soldiers came to the doorway from both sides and threw two more grenades inside.

Two loud "booms" echoed as the hand grenade exploded in the main room, sending shrapnel flying.

The table was overturned, the chairs were broken, and dust fell from the roof beams.

Tan Zhengyong hid behind the door to the inner room. A piece of shrapnel grazed his left rib, but he didn't look down.

Blood trickled down his clothes, but his hand holding the gun didn't tremble.

The Japanese soldiers started rushing inside. Three Japanese soldiers, bayonets at the ready, stepped over the door frame and into the broken door.

Tan Zhengyong emerged from behind the inner room door and shot the Japanese soldier at the front in the chest.

He pulled the bolt, and the spent cartridge ejected, bouncing twice on the ground.

Just as he was about to fire the third shot, he was hit by the Japanese soldier.

Right in the chest.

Tan Zhengyong felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and the gun barrel shaking more and more.

He tried again, but didn't know if he hit. Then he ran out of strength to fire.

In a daze, he thought, this is not bad.

He Dajun is safe, Bai Ling is safe, and their son Tan Xiaoguang, who went through the tunnel, should be safe now as well.

Thinking about this, he felt less tightness in his chest.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout, but he lacked the strength, and his cries became broken and fragmented: "I swear I will never let my country perish..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Gunshots rang out again from the inner room behind.

It was the sound of a rifle.

Tan Zhengyong struggled to open his eyes and vaguely saw someone crouching under the window of the inner room, holding another Type 38 rifle and firing it outwards.