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

Xu Jiande threw the empty machine gun on the ground and casually tore off an ammunition belt from a nearby Japanese corpse and slung it over his shoulder.

He still had two grenades left on his waist, which he had found on Tian Guizi's corpse. He counted them, then squatted down and continued to search the body, finding three more grenades, making a total of five. He felt much more at ease.

Reinforcements from outside have already reached the base entrance.

The first few Japanese soldiers, carrying Type 38 rifles, rushed in, only to be startled by the haphazardly laid corpses in the courtyard as soon as they entered the gate.

They clearly hadn't expected the fight inside to be so brutal. Blood was everywhere, stretching from the gate all the way to the concrete steps in front of the warehouse, and you could hear the sticky sound of your shoes hitting the ground when you stepped on it.

Xu Jiande rubbed the fuse of a grenade on his belt and tossed it toward the door.

A grenade grazed past a Japanese soldier's helmet, struck the wall inside the door panel, bounced, and rolled into the crowd.

With a loud bang, the firelight briefly illuminated the doorway, and several Japanese soldiers who had just rushed in were thrown out by the shockwave.

Screams and gunshots mingled together, and the formation at the entrance was blown apart.

Without pausing, Xu Jiande threw out the second and third balls, one to the left side of the door and the other to the right side.

The grenade landed with perfect precision, blocking the Japanese soldiers who were trying to flank from both sides around the blast point.

After the three grenades exploded, at least a dozen people lay dead outside the gate, and the rest began to shrink back.

Taking advantage of the lull, Xu Jiande took off the Type 38 rifle from his back and continued firing.

Soon, the Japanese machine gunners arrived and began firing.

But now all the searchlights have been smashed, so no one can see clearly and they have to shoot blindly.

Machine gun fire echoed throughout the darkness, bullets whizzing and scattering, hitting walls, the ground, and boxes, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Even the Japanese soldiers themselves didn't know where the bullets had hit.

After all, it's hard to see clearly in the dark.

At this point, machine guns and grenades became the best options, but the Japanese could only throw grenades forty or fifty meters, unlike Xu Jiande, who could throw them more than two hundred and fifty meters away.

They were at a loss. They couldn't see anything when they shot, and they couldn't catch up with the enemy, so they could only fire wildly into the darkness.

Xu Jiande, however, launched a devastating attack.

A few minutes later, the Japanese soldiers were helpless and unable to launch an attack.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xu Jiande retreated again, heading deeper into the logistics base.

They retreated into the cluster of bungalows behind the warehouse.

There were actually more Japanese soldiers in the darkness, hiding in twos and threes in corners and behind boxes, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

They didn't know which directions were their own people and which were Xu Jiande's. Their guns were pointed to the left and then to the right, and no one dared to fire the first shot.

The entire logistics base was in complete chaos. Explosions, gunshots, screams, and shouts from the Japanese soldiers were all mixed together, and no one could hear what anyone was saying.

Of course, Xu Jiande knew that everyone except himself was an enemy.

So when you see a sound or a figure, you do it.

……

One minute later,

Xu Jiande squatted behind a row of wooden crates, holding the bayonet in a reverse grip with the blade close to his forearm.

In the darkness, his eyes saw more clearly than anyone else's. He poured demonic energy into his eyes, and the surrounding walls, wooden boxes, and corpses lying on the ground all became visible.

The Japanese soldiers were running around in the open, while he waited in the shadows. A Japanese soldier ran over from the left, holding a gun and bending over.

As Xu Jiande waited for him to pass by, he reached out from behind the wooden box, covered his mouth, and stabbed his neck with a bayonet from the side.

The blade severed the trachea, and blood splattered onto the wooden box.

He released his grip, and the corpse fell limply to the ground without making a sound.

Another surge of warm blood flowed in from the hilt of the sword and into the dantian.

Killing Japanese soldiers is completely different from killing them with a gun. This energy was so rich and pure, it felt like a bowl of hot soup was poured directly into my dantian, and every meridian in my body was comfortably cleansed by this warmth.

Xu Jiande's spirits lifted, and he crawled out from behind the wooden box, sneaking towards a Japanese soldier who was changing his magazine.

The Japanese soldier squatted next to the box, frantically loading bullets into his gun.

Xu Jiande pressed himself against him from behind and stabbed him in the lower back, the tip of the knife protruding from the front of his abdomen.

The Japanese soldier suddenly straightened up, scattering bullets all over the ground. He slumped to the side and remained motionless.

Xu Jiande didn't draw his knife. He just rubbed the blade against the other person's clothes a couple of times before pulling the knife out. Another surge of blood and energy flowed into his body.

The vortex of energy in his dantian throbbed with excitement, and the demonic energy swirled rapidly through his meridians, like a wild beast that had caught the scent of blood.

The more he killed, the more successful he became, and the more exhilarating it felt.

This exhilarating feeling is not only the thrill of revenge, but also carries a sense of satisfaction unique to cultivators.

With each stab he made, he gained something; with each corpse that fell, his cultivation level increased.

Xu Jiande weaved through the chaos, using the darkness and the terrain to his advantage, sometimes emerging from behind a wall, sometimes crawling out from behind the truck bed, aiming his knife at vital spots like the throat, back of the neck, lower back, and heart.

A Japanese soldier was hiding in a corner, his gun pointed at the passageway outside, and he was talking quietly to his comrade next to him.

Xu Jiande flipped down from the wall, the sound of his landing being drowned out by the gunshot.

He walked behind the Japanese soldier, pressed down on the soldier's helmet with his left hand, and stabbed him in the back of the neck with his right hand.

The Japanese soldier's body slumped down as if his tendons had been pulled out. His comrade next to him turned his head and saw only a dark figure flash into the darkness. Terrified, he raised his gun and fired a burst in that direction, but all the bullets hit the wall.

Before he could even react, Xu Jiande had already circled around from the other side and slashed his neck horizontally with his knife, causing blood to spurt out a long distance.

As blood and qi flowed into his body one after another, Xu Jiande felt his dantian getting hotter and hotter, and the qi swirling faster and faster.

This heat isn't restlessness; it's a feeling of energy rapidly accumulating within the body.

With each strike, his power increased; with each fallen corpse, his breathing became more steady.

Later on, he no longer needed to deliberately seek cover; as long as there was a sound or a figure, he would rush in and fight.

Cold weapons are far more effective than guns in the dark, and the more you kill, the more potent your life force becomes.

For a time, they were having a great time killing each other.

In just a few minutes, the lives of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were transformed into the blood and qi in his dantian. The demonic energy circulated rapidly in his meridians, refining the blood and qi bit by bit.

He could even feel his muscles trembling slightly, a rhythm of increasing strength.

The grip on the bayonet tightened with each stroke, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, like a tireless silver snake slithering through the darkness, each flash a life lost.

On the open ground, a Japanese soldier in an officer's uniform leaned against a sandbag, the beam of his flashlight flickering in the smoke.

He had barely shouted something when Xu Jiande had already rushed up behind him. A bayonet pierced his back, the tip protruding from his chest.

The officer glanced down at the blade protruding from his chest, his flashlight rolled on the ground, the beam drawing a semicircle before going out.

Before long, the entire base gradually quieted down. The machine gun fire outside subsided, and the shouts faded into the distance.

Xu Jiande lost count of how many he had killed; he only felt a warm glow in his dantian and was brimming with energy. That night, he had killed his fill.