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

One minute later.

The first small brick in Xu Jiande's hand flew out. After being infused with demonic energy, it made very little sound as it flew through the air. The brick flew close to the shadow of the wall, and its trajectory was almost invisible in the darkness.

With a crisp crack, the brick struck the Japanese soldier pacing back and forth precisely on the temple.

The sound of the skull shattering was particularly crisp in the quiet night. The Japanese soldier didn't even have time to groan before he slumped to the side and collapsed to the ground.

The rifle slipped from his hand, tapped on the bluestone slab with a soft clang.

Another patrolling Japanese soldier heard the commotion and turned around abruptly. Before he could even see what had happened to his comrade, the second brick had already arrived.

The brick smashed into his face, shattering his nasal bone, with the bone fragments protruding into his skull.

His body leaned back, the back of his head hit the sandbag, and he slid down limply.

Xu Jiande darted out of the shadows and rushed to the sentry post in three quick steps.

One of the Japanese soldiers was lying face down on the ground, and the other was leaning back against a sandbag, his body twitching unconsciously.

Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and finished the job, his heel crushing the neck with two crisp cracking sounds, killing the person completely.

Two warm wisps of life force surged from the corpse, seeped into the body through the pores, and flowed into the dantian.

The amount wasn't large, but it was enough to make his demonic energy flow more smoothly.

He crouched down and searched the two corpses, finding four hand grenades and two magazines, as well as a rifle in good condition.

Of course, he also casually stomped on two sleeping Japanese soldiers.

With our improved strength, killing Japanese soldiers is much easier than before.

In less than a minute, all four Japanese soldiers were dealt with.

Xu Jiande took out a notice that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

The notice was written on white paper, the handwriting crooked but the content clear: "Sell the grain to the residents of Beijing at a fair price within three days, or this base will be destroyed and all stored grain burned. Then we'll all starve together."

That's very blunt, like something an uncultured person would say.

Xu Jiande then pinned his bayonet to the wooden wall behind the sentry post. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly felt a numbness in the back of his neck.

Two hundred meters away, three searchlights were turned on simultaneously.

The beams of light shone from the sides of the base gate and the roof behind it, as thick as pillars, illuminating him completely.

It can only be said that the Japanese had anticipated Xu Jiande's plans or found his weakness.

This is a battle of wits and courage.

Xu Jiande's eyes squinted for a moment from the bright light, but his body moved before his mind could react. He rolled to the side and behind the sandbag bunker.

The gunshot rang out the instant he rolled out.

At least two Type 96 machine guns simultaneously began firing from the outer perimeter of the base, bullets raining down on the spot where he had just stood, turning the wooden wall into a sieve and tearing the white cloth notice to shreds.

Xu Jiande squatted behind the sandbags, squinting as he scanned the area.

The searchlights were positioned behind and to the left and right of him, but no shots were fired inside the logistics base.

It's not necessarily that there are no Japanese soldiers here; it's very likely that they left a large force inside, but they haven't come out.

This was a pre-arranged ambush. The Japanese had anticipated his arrival and had laid out firing positions outside the base beforehand, while also setting up a second line of defense inside.

They weren't afraid of him charging in; in fact, that's exactly what they were waiting for. As for the heavily armed troops inside, once he scaled the wall, he would be met with crossfire.

Xu Jiande took two grenades he had captured from the Japanese soldiers from his waist, pulled the pins, and threw them toward the searchlight.

The grenade traced two extremely long arcs in the air. Infused with demonic energy, its range far exceeded the limits of an ordinary person. Thrown 250 meters away, it exploded in succession at the locations of the two searchlights.

Two loud booms echoed as flames and black smoke billowed into the air. The searchlight shattered in the explosion, and fragments gleamed coldly as they fell through the night sky.

The machine gun fire stopped for a moment, and screams came from the direction of the searchlight. At least three or four Japanese soldiers had been killed, including two machine gunners.

But the Japanese commander reacted extremely quickly.

Having clearly studied the patterns of previous encounters, they immediately ordered a full retreat, expanding the encirclement to over 300 meters—a distance even Xu Jiande couldn't throw over.

Soon, the machine gun fire resumed, this time sweeping in from an even greater distance.

The bullets made a thumping sound as they hit the sandbags, and sand flowed out of the bullet holes.

Xu Jiande steeled himself, grabbed the sandbag riddled with bullet holes, and lifted it up with a jolt. A standard sandbag filled with sand weighs at least a hundred pounds, and it takes two ordinary soldiers to lift it.

But Xu Jiande simply pulled the sandbag up with both hands and held it in front of him, using it as a mobile shield.

He crouched behind the sandbags and charged toward the logistics base.

They actually went to the most dangerous place.

The Japanese machine guns immediately followed him and turned towards him.

However, they did not expect Xu Jiande to make this choice.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers inside the logistics base also began to fire.

At the same time, searchlights were also turned on.

The bullets struck the sandbag in his hand, making a series of muffled thuds. Fine sand sprayed up from the surface of the sandbag as the bullets pierced the burlap.

The sandbag was flattening rapidly, but Xu Jiande was too fast. After refining his Qi to the third level, he could sprint 100 meters at full speed in just over three seconds. Although he was holding the sandbag, his speed was not affected much.

By the time he had rushed more than a hundred meters into the base, half of the sand in the sandbags had already leaked out.

Of course, the Japanese bullets didn't have time to harm him.

At this moment, Xu Jiande rushed in while throwing grenades wildly, scattering the four grenades hanging on his waist in pairs in various directions.

Explosions echoed throughout the base's courtyard, and flames and smoke engulfed the entire area. In the shortest possible time, the Japanese army's second line of defense had been breached.

After that, Xu Jiande rushed to the Japanese defense line, and what followed was a melee.

Xu Jiande used the boxes and Japanese corpses piled up in the base as cover, constantly searching for their grenades and firing at them with Japanese machine guns.

For a time, they unleashed a barrage of firepower. They even used sandbags for cover. At their most frenzied, they charged forward with machine guns and sandbags.

Xu Jiande weaved through the hail of bullets, killing any Japanese soldiers he saw, and then continuing to kill.

Moreover, it primarily employs machine gun fire.

In a short time, almost the entire logistics base was wiped out.

There were Japanese soldiers' corpses everywhere, and blood flowed like a river on the ground.

Of course, he also continuously absorbs magic power, keeping his condition at its peak.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers who had been surrounding Xu Jiande rushed in from the outside.

This is reinforcements.

Faced with this situation, Xu Jiande made a tough decision: he would stay put for the time being and kill his fill first.