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

Unfortunately, he was killed by a grenade. The airflow was thin and scattered, like wine that had been diluted with water. He drank it, but it didn't feel strong enough.

If you kill someone with a bayonet, the blood essence obtained will be at least ten times more concentrated.

With this thought in mind, Xu Jiande quickly searched the corpses while continuing to stab the Japanese soldiers in the throats with his bayonet.

As the bayonet plunged into his throat, a few wisps of warm life emanated from the blade, creeping down the hilt into his palm.

Believe it or not, it really works; I gained five more portions of blood essence.

The key point is that this amount of blood energy is more than that of someone who dies from a grenade explosion.

By this point that night, Xu Jiande had killed more than sixty Japanese soldiers.

But he felt that wasn't enough. Tonight's goal was to divert the enemy's attention from the upper district to the lower district.

The more they killed, the bigger the disturbance, the more the Japanese believed that the attackers' headquarters were in the south.

He quickly gathered the weapons and ammunition scattered among the corpses, hanging grenades on his waist, putting magazines in his pockets, and even stuffing the food bag and water bottle into the captured canvas bag.

While inspecting the weapons, he saw a Type 96 machine gun leaning against the corner of the wall. A small piece of the blueing on the gun body had been chipped off by shrapnel, but the bolt was intact and the magazine was still half full of bullets.

He picked up the machine gun, checked the barrel and trigger to make sure it wasn't damaged, and then carried it to the wall.

He is waiting.

The ambush was so loud that the explosions could be heard for miles in the quiet night. It was impossible for the remaining Japanese soldiers in the camp not to have heard it.

Sure enough, the gates of the camp opened a short while later, and this time there were more people rushing out than before, at least seventy or eighty.

A few men were in front carrying rifles and flashlights, followed by two machine gunners carrying light machine guns, and several assistant gunners with ammunition boxes hanging from their waists.

The leader was a second lieutenant, who had already drawn his sword, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. He ran while shouting orders in Japanese, his voice urgent and sharp.

They rushed towards the direction from which the explosion came, spreading out in formation and moving very quickly.

They clearly thought the attackers had left and were rushing to give chase.

They had no idea that the attackers weren't on the other side of the stone bridge at all, but right under their noses.

Xu Jiande crouched in the shadows next to the entrance of the camp, just a few steps away from the route they had rushed out of.

He rested the butt of his Type 96 machine gun on his shoulder and aimed the muzzle at the group of Japanese soldiers who were running at high speed.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Da da da da!

The machine gun spewed out a long tongue of fire, and bullets swept past from the side and rear like splashing water.

The first few Japanese soldiers were shot through from behind, their bodies jolted forward, and they fell to the ground.

Before the Japanese soldiers behind could react, bullets had already caught up and swept down three or four more.

The remaining men immediately dropped to the ground. Some rolled to the base of the wall, some huddled behind utility poles, and some lay down next to their fallen comrades, raising their guns to return fire in the direction of the muzzle flash.

After firing that burst, Xu Jiande didn't linger; he picked up his machine gun and ran.

He was too fast; the Japanese bullets chased after his heels and hit the wall, scattering brick fragments all over his back, but none of them hit him.

He ran along the wall for a distance, circled around to another direction, lay down again, pointed his gun at the Japanese soldiers who were still firing at the same spot, and pulled the trigger once more.

The muzzle flash of the Type 96 rifle flickered in the darkness, and bullets swept past the Japanese soldiers' flanks, taking down three or four more.

And then more.

When the machine gun ran out of bullets and the barrel was so hot it could boil an egg, Xu Jiande threw the machine gun on the ground and started running away without looking back.

This time it's really home.

It usually takes more than three hours to walk from Xiacheng District to Nanluoguxiang, but tonight he will definitely be much faster by sprinting at full speed.

It looks just like a motorcycle.

Japanese soldiers occasionally appeared on the road, their flashlights flickering in the darkness, and the sound of leather boots coming from different directions.

But in the darkness, these Japanese soldiers seemed unable to see him; firstly, they genuinely couldn't see him, and secondly, their reactions couldn't keep up.

When Xu Jiande ran past them from dozens of meters away, they only felt a gust of wind, and when they turned around, he had already disappeared into the darkness ahead.

Some Japanese soldiers raised their guns upon hearing the commotion, but before they could even aim, their targets were gone.

Occasionally, a few bullets would come flying towards his back, the most recent one grazing his shoulder and hitting the wall.

Faced with a smaller number of Japanese soldiers, Xu Jiande stopped and took action directly.

As they passed a fork in the road, they ran into two Japanese soldiers who were running south.

The two men saw a figure suddenly dart out of the darkness and were so frightened that they simultaneously raised their guns. But before they could even raise their guns, Xu Jiande's bayonet had already pierced the neck of the man on the left. He pulled it out and stabbed the man on the right in the heart with a backhand.

From the first stab to the withdrawal and turning around, it took less than a second, without even stopping.

Two more wisps of warm life force burrowed into his palm along the blade, and the warmth circulated in his dantian.

Xu Jiande returned to the courtyard house at 3:30 a.m.

When I climbed over the wall into the courtyard, the sky was already beginning to show a very faint grayish-white tinge.

He squatted on the wall to make sure there was no unusual movement in the courtyard before gently jumping down, his feet barely making a sound as he stepped onto the bluestone slabs.

I walked to my front door and pushed it open. The door wasn't locked; it opened a crack without me even noticing.

Bai Ling knew he was coming back, so she left the door open.

He slipped inside, gently closed the door, and bolted it shut.

There was a half-basin of cold water on the stove, which Bai Ling had left for him.

He used a towel to wipe the blood off his face and hands, then placed the remaining grenades and bayonets from his waist on the table.

He took off his clothes and did a quick wash in the kitchen. The cold water made him shiver when it hit his skin, but it did make him feel much more awake.

After doing all that, he tiptoed into the bedroom. Bai Ling was already asleep, curled up at the innermost side of the bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket.

The main reason was that I didn't expect Xu Jiande to not come back so late.

He lifted the covers and lay down very quietly, but the bed still made a very faint creaking sound.

Bai Ling didn't wake up, but in her daze she felt someone approaching, then she turned over, put an arm around Xu Jiande's waist, and pressed her face against his shoulder.

The person clung to him like a koala.

Xu Jiande froze for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he dared not move.

Bai Ling's breath brushed against his neck, light and warm, with a faint scent of soap.

She was half asleep, but probably sensed the warmth of his body.

He used him as a blanket. He looked down at Bai Ling; in the darkness, he could only see her blurry outline and her hair scattered on the pillow.

He thought for a moment but didn't move, so he closed his eyes while maintaining that position.

The demonic energy in his dantian was still slowly circulating, and the dozens of portions of life force absorbed tonight were being refined little by little by the vortex.

The foundation of the third level of Qi Refining is now completely solid, bringing us one step closer to the fourth level. But the biggest gain tonight is not the increase in strength, but the successful diversion of the Japanese devils' attention to the lower city.

Perhaps when the Japanese commander receives the report at dawn and sees that the attack trajectory is mainly in the lower city area, he will probably go crazy, wondering why there are more and more resistance fighters, and why they are becoming more and more arrogant.