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

In the darkness, nothing could be seen except for the flashlight beam casting a pale white patch on the wall.

The squad leader gritted his teeth, raised his voice, and shouted a sentence in Japanese, the sound echoing through the alley.

He was asking about the situation, and also trying to bolster his own courage. After shouting, he tilted his ear and waited for a moment, but there was no response.

At this moment, Xu Jiande, having determined the exact location of the Japanese soldiers in advance, forcefully threw out the grenade he had already pulled the pin on.

The grenade traced a high, long arc in the darkness, landing precisely at the squad leader's feet.

The squad leader looked down and saw a dark, sparking object spinning on the ground.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he opened his mouth to shout, but before the sound could escape his throat, the grenade exploded.

A loud bang.

Flames and black smoke rose into the air at the alley entrance, and shockwaves carrying shrapnel and gravel crashed through the narrow alley.

The squad leader was blasted away, his back hit the wall and bounced back, then he twitched twice on the ground and lay still.

The three or four Japanese soldiers following behind him were also hit by shrapnel. Some covered their faces with blood and screamed as they retreated, while others fell to the ground, unable to even scream.

The Japanese were completely dumbfounded.

They didn't know where the grenade came from.

Under normal circumstances, a grenade thrown by a person can only be thrown 30 to 50 meters, at most 60 meters.

The grenade we just threw should have been thrown from this position as well.

Then the enemy in the darkness must be not far away.

Thinking of this, the remaining Japanese soldiers began to fire wildly, firing indiscriminately in the direction of the sentry post.

The bullets flew around like headless flies in the darkness, hitting the walls and sending up fragments of brick.

Occasionally, bullets would hit the sandbags with a dull thud.

Xu Jiande crouched motionless behind the sandbag bunker, bullets flying past his head and sides, the closest one grazing his ear and hitting the wall behind him.

He didn't fight back, nor did he move.

The Japanese fired for a while, but seeing no response from ahead, the gunfire gradually subsided.

The captain leading the team hesitated for a long time, holding his command sword, before finally ordering the advance to continue.

This time, the advance was even slower. Several Japanese soldiers moved forward inch by inch, almost hugging the wall. Every few steps, they would stop and squat for a while, repeatedly scanning the same spot with their flashlights to confirm that there was nothing unusual before daring to continue.

All the Japanese soldiers crawled forward on their stomachs.

Two or three minutes later, they finally advanced forty or fifty meters.

Xu Jiande peeked half his head out from behind the sandbag bunker, glanced at the location of the flashlight beams, picked up a grenade, and threw it forcefully.

The grenade arced through the air and landed precisely among the Japanese soldiers.

With another loud bang, three or four Japanese soldiers were thrown to the ground by the shockwave, their screams echoing throughout the room.

After throwing the grenade, Xu Jiande turned and ran. He rushed to the wall behind the sentry post, pushed off the ground, and flipped over the three-meter-high wall like a black lightning bolt, landing in the alley on the other side.

After landing, instead of running far away, he ran quickly along the outside of the wall, making a large circle to reach the rear of the Japanese troops.

Xu Jiande was too fast. After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, he could cover 100 meters in just over three seconds. Moreover, in the darkness, the Japanese soldiers couldn't see him at all.

When he circled around to the very back of the Japanese troops, several Japanese soldiers were squatting on the ground, looking ahead, completely unprepared.

Xu Jiande took two grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, threw them at them, then turned and ran, once again scaling the wall.

This drove the Japanese completely mad.

They had just heard the sound of a grenade exploding from behind when they turned around and started firing wildly in that direction.

The muzzle flashes flickered in the darkness, and bullets whizzed past, hitting the walls, the ground, and the air.

After firing for a while, they found that there was no movement on the other side, but then the grenades came again, and this time they flew in from the flank.

Another one landed in another spot. And yet another one flew in from a completely different direction.

This means that Xu Jiande alone surrounded dozens of Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese captain lay on the ground, his flashlight trembling violently in his hand.

Nearly half of his men had been killed or wounded. The remaining men were crammed in the middle of the alley, some lying on the ground, some crouching in the corner, and some holding guns, not knowing which direction to aim at.

Everyone is firing their guns, but no one knows where the enemy is.

Each explosion came from a different direction. Just when you said the enemy was in front, a grenade flew from behind; just when you turned your gun to fire backward, a grenade flew from the flank.

It felt like fighting dozens of unseen enemies.

Xu Jiande squatted behind a low wall, took the last grenade from his waist and counted it. In just a short while, the more than twenty grenades he had captured were reduced to only three.

That's enough, it's time to leave.

He pulled the pins on three grenades at the same time and threw them at the last few Japanese soldiers who had gathered.

Then, without lingering, he turned and ran quickly along the pre-planned evacuation route, with the sounds of grenades exploding and the desperate screams of the Japanese soldiers coming from behind.

Xu Jiande did it on purpose, deliberately leaving a few survivors so that the Japanese would know that the lower city area was under attack by a large-scale resistance organization, and that the enemy was powerful.

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Not to mention the psychological trauma inflicted on the Japanese troops by Xu Jiande's forces. Xu Jiande, on the other hand, didn't linger in battle and turned to continue fleeing south.

Along the way, they blew up another checkpoint and wiped out a mobile patrol team with bayonets.

Each move is swift and decisive, striking and retreating in a single instant, never lingering in one place for more than a few breaths.

It was an hour later when he reached the stone bridge in the lower town.

The bridge is made of stone, a three-arched bridge, and the stone slabs on the bridge surface are polished to a shine.

The river under the bridge had long since dried up, and the riverbed was overgrown with wild grass that was half a person tall.

At the bridgehead stands a stone tablet with the two large characters "Dingqiao" engraved on the front and a dense list of names of those who have made contributions on the back. The characters have been blurred by wind and rain.

Xu Jiande looked at the stone bridge, hesitated for a while, and then decided to carry out another large-scale assassination, murder, and open killing here.

He located a nearby Japanese sentry post and prepared to make his move when he discovered a group of Japanese soldiers emerging from the camp.

Clearly, these Japanese soldiers had received orders to go and reinforce the resistance forces after encountering resistance not long ago.

Xu Jiande squatted on the wall and counted them; there were more than twenty.

Afterwards, when the Japanese soldiers gathered and were about to advance, he took two grenades from his waist, pulled the fuses, waited a moment, and then gently threw them over.

Boom!

Soon, the sounds of explosions and screams mingled together.

The Japanese soldiers went berserk, and the rest of them opened fire immediately, only to be met with a grenade thrown by Xu Jiande, who had already jumped down from the wall.

This was the last grenade, but it worked well, taking out the last Japanese soldier.

In an instant, more than twenty streams of air surged out from the haphazardly lying corpses, entered Xu Jiande's pores along the air, and flowed into his dantian along his meridians.