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

That evening.

It was very late at night, past midnight. Bai Ling lay in bed, her breathing steady and even, and she had fallen asleep.

Xu Jiande sat on the edge of the bed, inserting his bayonet into the leather sheath at his waist, and hanging grenades one by one on his belt. His movements were very light, and there was almost no sound of metal clashing.

However, after thinking about it, he still woke Bai Ling up. Bai Ling looked at Xu Jiande and whispered, "Be careful."

Xu Jiande nodded, stood up, walked to the door, and glanced back at Bai Ling.

In the darkness, only her blurry outline could be seen, standing at the doorway.

He nodded slightly and slipped away.

Because of his greatly enhanced strength, Xu Jiande was able to easily climb over the courtyard wall and land in the alley.

The moon was high overhead, large and round, its silvery light casting a hazy white glow on the bluestone pavement.

It wasn't good weather for a night raid, but Xu Jiande was determined to take an unconventional approach.

When the Japanese soldiers decide it's not a good time to launch a sneak attack, then let's go all out.

Xu Jiande walked south along the base of the wall, passing through several alleys, until he stopped at the southernmost fork in the road of Nanluoguxiang. He squatted in the shadows by the wall and listened intently for a while.

The patrol team had just passed by in the distance, the sound of their boots fading into the distance. The next patrol wouldn't pass by for another incense stick's time.

He stood up, stretched his wrists, and then began to accelerate.

After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, Xu Jiande's full-speed sprint was much faster than before.

He covered a distance of 100 meters in just three seconds. The average person's eyes couldn't keep up with his figure. They could only feel a gust of wind blowing past them, and when they turned their heads, he was already several meters away.

He ran south along the main road under the moonlight, not sneaking along the wall, but sprinting at full speed.

The Japanese soldiers were stunned. They suddenly felt something rushing past them, but they couldn't see it clearly in the darkness.

Some of the Japanese sentries doubted their own judgment, thinking they might have fallen asleep, while others, recalling some terrifying possibility, began to wake their comrades.

This is exactly the effect Xu Jiande wanted.

After running for a while, Xu Jiande stopped at Dongsi Street in the Xiacheng District.

More than 300 meters away, I could see a Japanese soldier's fixed post at the intersection, with two sandbag bunkers and a Type 11 light machine gun. There were usually at least four Japanese soldiers on guard.

We've decided to start here.

You little devil, it's you!

You deserve your bad luck.

Thinking this, the Japanese soldier crouched in the shadows at the alley entrance and glanced in that direction.

The sentry post was still there, and the two Japanese soldiers were actually dozing off against the sandbags.

This was a good thing. He went around to the side of the outpost, took a grenade from his waist, pulled the fuse, waited a moment, and then swung it at the outpost.

The grenade traced a high and long arc through the air, landing precisely behind the sandbag bunker.

With a deafening roar, flames and black smoke shot into the air under the moonlight. The shockwave blasted a corner of the sandbag off its side, sending sand and shrapnel flying everywhere.

Several Japanese soldiers were blown into the air in their sleep, their screams sharp and short, before being swallowed by the shockwave.

A warm, vibrant energy surged from the direction of the explosion, seeping into Xu Jiande's pores along the air and flowing into his dantian along his meridians.

Normally, Xu Jiande should have directly killed these Japanese soldiers with his bayonet, but he didn't; instead, he threw grenades.

This is a deliberate attempt to alert the enemy.

After killing the Japanese soldiers, Xu Jiande rushed to the outpost and picked up their guns and grenades.

After killing the Japanese devils, Xu Jiande rushed into the newly destroyed outpost at top speed.

The sandbag bunker was overturned by the shockwave, and loose sand spilled all over the ground, making it soft and slippery to step on.

Two Japanese soldiers lay slumped behind the bunker, one face up and the other lying face down on a sandbag, their uniforms torn in several places by shrapnel, blood still seeping out.

He crouched down and quickly searched the body for grenades and magazines, then picked up the Type 38 rifle leaning against the corner of the wall.

Four grenades were now strapped to his waist, hanging heavily as he fell.

Just as they finished looting, a whistle and the sound of leather boots clattering on the bluestone slabs came from afar.

The Japanese soldiers at nearby sentries and outposts were awakened by the explosion and were quickly assembling. Several beams of flashlight flickered in the darkness, sweeping across the walls and the ground, illuminating the debris in the alley with intermittent light.

Xu Jiande did not rush to run.

He crouched behind the sandbag bunker and listened intently for a while.

The footsteps came from at least three directions, the one from the north being the closest, and the ones from the east and west being a little further away.

However, their advance was slow, and they seemed to be proceeding cautiously, taking things one step at a time.

The main problem is that it's hard to see clearly, so we have to be very careful.

While a flashlight can illuminate a small area, in these maze-like alleys, the flashlight beam can actually reveal your location.

The Japanese soldiers had clearly learned their lesson and were no longer as foolish as they had been two weeks ago, rushing headlong into the darkness.

Two or three minutes later, two Japanese soldiers were the first to sneak up near the sentry post.

They held their Type 38 rifles, their backs bent, the muzzles of their guns swaying slightly in the darkness.

When they were about two or three meters away from the sentry post, the two stopped at the same time and became even more cautious.

The two exchanged a glance, slowed down, and spread out to the left and right, continuing to walk forward with their backs bent.

The one on the left bypassed the sandbag bunker from the side, while the one on the right approached from the front.

Their tactical maneuvers show that these two are not novices; although they were afraid, they did not panic.

The one on the left paused for a moment when he walked behind the cover; there was nothing on the ground except for two corpses.

He had just opened his mouth to shout when Xu Jiande emerged from the shadows between the bunker and the wall.

The bayonet was thrust upwards into the chin, the tip piercing through the 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.

The man on the right turned around abruptly upon hearing the commotion. Before he could even raise his gun, Xu Jiande had already stepped in front of him, grabbed him by the back of the neck with his left hand, and plunged the bayonet into his neck from the side with his right.

The blade made a soft hissing sound as it severed the trachea and carotid artery. Blood sprayed onto the sandbag, its color indistinguishable in the darkness, only a strong, metallic smell emanating from it.

Two more wisps of warm life force surged from the corpse, burrowing into the palm along the hilt of the bayonet, and flowing into the dantian along the meridians.

The quantity is small, but it's better than nothing.

Most importantly, the two men were carrying four grenades and two magazines.

Xu Jiande squatted down, took off their grenades, hung them on his waist, and put the magazines into his pocket.

Including the ones he had previously captured, he now has about ten grenades hanging on his waist.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers following behind realized something was wrong.

After the two soldiers passed by, they remained silent, making no sound, shouting, or giving any signals. They disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by darkness.

The team leader squatted at the alley entrance two hundred meters away and called out in a low voice, but there was no response.

He called out again, but still nothing.

The squad leader's back began to break out in a cold sweat.

He knew that his two men were most likely dead, but he didn't know how they had died.