The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

The captain in charge knew that if the assassin got away, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Sasaki when he got back.

He pointed his sword in the direction where Xu Jiande had disappeared, his voice cracking as he ordered everyone to give chase.

at all costs.

The few Japanese soldiers at the front turned the corner of the alley and found that there was a straight alley ahead, with high walls on both sides, no side passages, no doors or windows, and only a blurry black figure running quickly at the end of the alley.

They raised their guns, aimed, and pulled the triggers. Bullets whizzed past Xu Jiande's head and sides, hitting the wall and scattering brick fragments.

The dark figure suddenly darted to the side and disappeared.

The two Japanese soldiers at the front chased to that location and found a low wall there.

The assassin scaled the wall. The two Japanese soldiers exchanged a glance, one of them crouching down to act as a human ladder, while the other climbed up by stepping on his shoulders.

Just as I climbed onto the top of the wall and peeked out with half my head, a cold white light suddenly flashed before my eyes.

Xu Jiande didn't run far at all; he just squatted on the wall waiting for them.

The bayonet was thrust in from bottom to top, the tip passing through the chin, tongue, and palate, and directly into the cranial cavity.

The Japanese soldier's body suddenly stiffened, then went limp as if his bones had been removed, and he fell off the human ladder, crashing onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

Before the Japanese soldier crouching below could react, Xu Jiande had already jumped down from the wall, stepped on the back of his neck, and plunged his bayonet into the back of his neck, killing him instantly.

From scaling the wall to killing the two pursuers, it took no more than two seconds.

Of course, at this moment, Xu Jiande was filled with all sorts of warm feelings.

The more Japanese devils you kill, the more you benefit.

They kept playing on and off like this.

Xu Jiande used the terrain of the street battle to repeatedly engage in skirmishes. Every time the Japanese soldiers caught up, he would climb over walls, circle around, and assassinate them at close range. After killing them, he would run away and find the next ambush point.

He doesn't linger in battle; he only kills two or three enemies at a time before moving to a different position, never staying in the same spot for more than ten seconds.

The Japanese soldiers' numerical advantage was completely ineffective in the narrow alleys; each time, only two or three men could chase in front, while the others were trapped in the alleys and could only watch helplessly.

More than twenty Japanese soldiers were killed quickly. The alley was littered with their corpses, and the blood on the bluestone slabs flowed into dark red streams, running down the cracks in the stones.

Just then, the Japanese finally unleashed their true killing move in an ambush.

The captain in charge realized that they couldn't defeat the assassin in street fighting, and that if they continued to pursue him, they would only be devoured piece by piece.

He decisively ordered all pursuing troops to halt their advance, withdraw from the alley, and switch to artillery fire.

This was a contingency plan devised by Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto before his death. If the assassin's combat capabilities exceeded expectations and ground troops were unable to get close, mortar fire would be used to cover the area, even if it meant destroying civilian homes, rather than letting the assassin leave alive.

Clearly, they consider Xu Jiande their biggest rival, given that they have suffered many losses at Xu Jiande's hands before.

Although Yamamoto's head was smashed by Xu Jiande with a rock in the first wave of attacks, the contingency plan he left behind was still executed completely.

Twenty mortars were already in place, muzzles pointing upwards, and gunners squatted beside the ammunition boxes awaiting orders.

As soon as the captain signaled, all twenty mortars opened fire simultaneously.

The first round of shelling landed in the alley, sending brick fragments and shrapnel flying everywhere.

The second round of shelling covered the houses on both sides of the alley entrance. The roofs of several houses were blown off by the shockwave, and tiles and broken wood rained down like raindrops.

The third round of shelling began to extend in the direction of Xu Jiande's retreat. Shells rained down one after another, and the shockwaves from the explosions, carrying shrapnel and gravel, raged through the alley.

Xu Jiande began to accelerate as soon as he heard the first cannon shot.

He knew that no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun a shell, but the gunner needed to observe, adjust the angle, and load the shell, and there were gaps in this process.

He used this gap to move quickly during the intervals between shell drops, never running in a straight line, but constantly changing direction, making it impossible for the gunners to predict his position.

The shells exploded behind him, and the blast waves nearly knocked him over several times, but none of them hit him directly.

His perception of danger is now far more acute than before. The moment the shell leaves the barrel, the demonic energy in his dantian will automatically issue a warning, and he can sense which direction the air pressure is rapidly increasing.

Then dodge in advance.

But he could hide, while the local people couldn't.

During the third round of shelling, a shell hit the roof of a house.

The shockwave ripped down all four walls of the house, burying the people inside completely under the rubble. An old woman was trapped under a beam, her face covered in blood, her hand still sticking out and trembling slightly.

I don't know if they're dead or alive.

In the neighboring yard, a middle-aged man carrying a child rushed out of the house. Before he even reached the gate, a second shell exploded behind him.

He was thrown away by the blast wave, and a large chunk of flesh was torn off his back by shrapnel. He fell to the ground, still desperately protecting the child in his arms.

The child was crying, his cries sharp and hoarse, like a fine needle piercing someone's ear amidst the roar of gunfire.

Xu Jiande looked back.

In the firelight, you could see several courtyards that had been blown up. People were crawling, shouting, and motionless in the piles of rubble.

A woman knelt on the ruins, frantically digging at the broken bricks and tiles with both hands, mechanically digging, calling out the name of her child with each dig.

Xu Jiande gritted his teeth and turned to continue running north.

I know I can't stop now, not because I'm afraid of dying.

He stopped to fight the Japanese, but they continued to bombard him with mortars, more civilians died, more houses collapsed, and more children were buried in the rubble.

So they run even faster.

And so, Xu Jiande poured demonic energy into his legs and sped up his run north, throwing grenades behind him as he ran.

To attract more Japanese soldiers.

Soon, the sound of artillery fire behind him grew fainter and fainter, and Xu Jiande finally stopped near Beixinqiao.

He leaned against a wall, panting heavily. Sweat mixed with the dust and gunpowder on his face, forming black streaks on his chin that dripped onto the ground.

The back of my clothes was torn in several places by shrapnel, and my ears were still ringing.

Xu Jiande raised his hand to wipe the sweat and blood from his face, then looked down at his hands.

Yamamoto is dead. He was a lieutenant colonel, but he couldn't smile. The collapsed houses and buried people in the rubble in the alleys behind him were all killed because of him.

Although the Japanese fired the cannons, the trigger was him.

Xu Jiande gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the courtyard house.

On the way back, he thought about it all the way and finally understood that it wasn't that he wanted to implicate these people, but that the Japanese soldiers simply didn't care about their lives.

Whether he kills Yamamoto or not, the Japanese will eventually bomb the residential area with mortars. There is no answer to this question, or rather, there is only one answer that is not an answer: the faster they kill, the fewer people will die.