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

On the other side, the Japanese soldiers who rushed in from outside saw that Xu Jiande had stopped firing and assumed that Xu Jiande had been killed.

They gestured to each other and sent the first few people to slowly sneak over.

Those people walked very slowly, taking a few steps and then lying down to listen to the sounds for a while before getting up and continuing forward.

After all, it was clear from the previous observations that this assassin in the shadows was exceptionally skilled.

These Japanese scouts reached the center of the base without encountering any resistance.

The Japanese soldier at the front turned around and gestured to the back, indicating that he had not noticed anything unusual.

The main force behind them was overjoyed to see this and stood up from behind their cover, continuing to advance.

Of course, the teams were scattered.

They moved slowly along the passageway between the warehouses, in groups of three or five.

They didn't walk very fast, their guns always pointed forward, but their focus was even more intense.

After all, no enemy corpses have been found yet, so when a corpse is seen, it will be checked occasionally.

Seven or eight minutes later, Xu Jiande picked up a machine gun in another location.

He crouched on the roof of a bungalow, in a blind spot for the Japanese soldiers.

He reloaded the captured Type 96 pistol, pointed it downwards, and aimed it at the densest passage in the crowd.

He quickly pulled the trigger.

Bullets rained down from the sky like water.

The bottom few Japanese soldiers were riddled with bullets on the spot, followed by the second and third rows.

The unsuspecting Japanese soldiers fell in droves like harvested wheat, some dying without ever knowing where the bullets came from or why there were still enemies.

The remaining men immediately dropped to the ground and returned fire, firing wildly at the roof.

Xu Jiande slung the machine gun over his shoulder, jumped off the other side of the roof, and landed in a narrow alley.

He circled around and reappeared behind the Japanese soldiers, emptied his last magazine of bullets, then threw away the machine gun and continued throwing grenades.

This made things even more chaotic.

In the darkness, the Japanese soldiers couldn't distinguish who was on their side, so they could only keep shouting in Japanese, trying to gather their comrades together with their voices.

But by shouting like that, he exposed himself completely.

Xu Jiande threw a grenade in the direction of the voice, and with a loud bang, the place where the voice was being called fell silent.

On the other end, someone shouted again, the voice high-pitched and urgent, probably a squad leader organizing his men.

Xu Jiande threw a grenade, and the sound stopped.

Several rounds of bombing from different directions resulted in heavy casualties among the Japanese soldiers, and the remaining soldiers finally realized what was happening.

You mustn't shout; shouting means certain death.

But keeping quiet isn't a solution either.

Xu Jiande could see their every move from the shadows, but they didn't even know where Xu Jiande was.

They wanted to fire, but all they could see in front of their guns were the silhouettes of their own men. If they fired, they weren't sure who they would hit.

Everyone could only squat in place, holding their guns with the muzzles pointing outwards, and even holding their breath.

This situation is troublesome.

Moving is not an option, and not moving is also not an option.

The guns became mere decorations in his hands, his eyes became mere decorations in the darkness, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth.

A Japanese officer, hiding behind a bunker, whispered for them to retreat. Before he could finish speaking, Xu Jiande, hidden in the shadows, had already spotted their position.

A grenade flew by, and with a loud bang, half of the bunker was sheared off, and the officers were all thrown overboard by the shockwave.

Someone cried out in surprise, and Xu Jiande added another one. After the firelight passed, there was no more movement there.

The remaining Japanese soldiers completely collapsed.

Those who spoke died, and those who did not speak also died.

Some clever ones shrank into the pile of corpses and pretended to be dead, while others were bold and began to crawl slowly backward along the ground.

One or two people can hide, but if there are too many, they will be exposed.

Xu Jiande could see the commotion below clearly in the dim light.

He wasn't in a hurry. He took out the last grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin, waited a few seconds, and threw it towards the largest group of people.

With a loud bang, the flames illuminated half of the base.

Those Japanese soldiers who could still move scrambled out, not caring about anyone else.

Of course, some remained where they were, and so the melee began again.

This time it was even more chaotic than before, because everyone knew the attacker was still alive and was right among them.

The gunfire from the Japanese soldiers was sporadic. Some dared not fire for fear of hitting their own men, while others fired and then stopped, unable to discern who the figures in front of them were.

Xu Jiande weaved through the crowd, his bayonet thrusting into his left ribs and then into the back of his neck, each strike aimed at a vital point.

This completely broke the Japanese army, and they fled in panic, only to be slaughtered by Xu Jiande. In the end, less than twenty Japanese soldiers escaped.

That night, Xu Jiande killed more than 130 people by himself.

Invincible, absolutely invincible.

At this point, the fleeing Japanese soldiers dared not come in anymore; there was no one inside.

Xu Jiande quickly searched the base, finding two canvas bags full of grenades, magazines stuffed into all the pockets, and some rice.

Of course, they also left a threatening letter.

He then climbed over the west wall of the base and headed home.

The remaining Japanese soldiers outside the base looked at each other in bewilderment.

They finally realized one thing: from beginning to end, there was only one attacker.

This terrified them. A man who could break through their carefully laid three lines of defense, kill more than a hundred soldiers, and then swagger out of their heavily guarded logistics base.

This person's fighting ability far exceeds their understanding of "resistance elements".

We must get the Imperial Army's top experts to come.

On the other side, Xu Jiande circled halfway along the small road on the north side of the city and then turned back towards Nanluoguxiang.

Two groups of Japanese reinforcement convoys drove past him through the alleyway beside him, their headlights illuminating the walls brightly. He parked his car close to a low wall that had collapsed halfway down, and waited until the sound of the convoy engines faded into the distance before continuing on his way.

When he was still two alleys away from the courtyard house, he ran quickly again.

And it also involves bypassing the Great Firewall.

The landing was very light, and the courtyard was very quiet at that moment.

Pushing open the door, Bai Ling sat on a bench in the outer room, her arm propped on the table, her eyes half-closed.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and stared at him for a moment before letting out a soft hum through her nose, as if she were both relieved and complaining.

Xu Jiande nodded to her and placed the two heavy canvas bags in the corner.

Bai Ling asked how the day went, and Xu Jiande gave a brief account, omitting any particularly dangerous events and only mentioning the harvest. Bai Ling was astonished upon seeing the large quantity of weapons and food.

Afterwards, Xu Jiande nodded to her and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'll take a shower first, you go to sleep."

Bai Ling nodded and got up to walk towards the bedroom.