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

That evening, Xu Jiande went out again.

Bai Ling was still very worried. After all, Xu Jiande had been killing people relentlessly lately.

At this time, Bai Ling was unaware of how powerful Xu Jiande was, but the Japanese already knew.

Many of them had witnessed Xu Jiande's ferocity firsthand, which was intentional on Xu Jiande's part, to spread panic rapidly.

Xu Jiande brought two knives with him tonight.

The backyard wall was practically a threshold to him.

Push off the wall with your feet, grab the top of the wall with your hands, use your waist and abdomen to flip over, and land with your knees slightly bent, the soles of your shoes making a very soft sound on the bluestone slab.

The alley was dark, and the moon was completely obscured by clouds. He poured demonic energy into his eyes, and the outlines of the walls, the debris at the base of the walls, and the raised corners of the stone slabs on the ground became crystal clear.

At first, he touched the two mobile sentry posts north of Beixinqiao.

As for how he got there, he went straight there. After all, his combat power was already strong enough, and he did this to better deter the Japanese.

At this time, after being shot by Xu Jiande, the Japanese were forced to change their sentry system. The mobile sentries changed from two people to four people, and they no longer had fixed routes. They changed directions every half incense stick's time.

In addition, they also began to form a mobile force to provide reinforcements as much as possible, since they still needed to eliminate Xu Jiande.

This arrangement works against ordinary attackers, but not against Xu Jiande.

The Japanese are unaware of this yet.

Seventeen minutes later, Xu Jiande squatted behind a low wall at a side road and listened for half an hour, figuring out the rhythm of this group of sentries.

Reach the end, pause for three breaths, turn around, walk back, pause for three breaths again. There will be a time when the two of you split up and explore the alleyways on both sides.

Xu Jiande was waiting for those ten or so breaths when they split apart.

As the two Japanese soldiers on the left turned into the narrow alley, he pressed close behind them. His bayonet pierced the back of the last soldier's neck, the tip protruding from in front of his Adam's apple.

Blood splattered on the wall as he pulled it out, and he swung the knife backhand to slash the ear of the Japanese soldier in front of him.

The two men fell down, and he caught them to prevent their bodies from making a sound.

The two on the outside remained standing in place, holding their guns and talking quietly.

Xu Jiande circled back from the alley, approached from behind, and killed them one by one with a knife. The four corpses were dragged to a corner.

He crouched down, searched for grenades and magazines, casually tucked a Type 38 rifle behind his back, and continued to crept westward.

The reason for carrying out another assassination attempt without letting the Japanese know was that if the Japanese focused their fire on them, they might still not be able to withstand it.

Of course, the most important reason is that killing Japanese soldiers in this way is the most efficient way to obtain blood essence.

Simply put, he can kill these four Japanese soldiers with a knife as easily as he can kill forty Japanese soldiers with grenades and guns.

After killing the four Japanese soldiers, Xu Jiande was not willing to stop and prepared to continue.

Twenty-three minutes later, the second group of roving sentries was also eliminated by Xu Jiande.

This time, it was at the entrance of a dead-end alley on the east side of another West Street, with four sentries.

Xu Jiande didn't wait for them to split up; he directly climbed over the wall and went around to the side and back, using a pile of broken wooden boxes as cover to sneak past.

The bayonet plunged into the lower back of the first Japanese soldier, who jerked violently. Without thinking, he pulled out his bayonet and slashed the neck of the second Japanese soldier. Then he kicked the third Japanese soldier into a pile of debris in the corner. Before the soldier could get up, the knife was already in his heart.

The fourth Japanese soldier was a little further away. He ran backward with his gun in hand. Xu Jiande chased after him, grabbed his helmet from behind, pulled him back, and slit his throat with his bayonet.

The eight Japanese soldiers killed each other in less than three minutes.

That's unbeatable.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, they encountered Japanese trucks transporting supplies into the city, and the two sides almost came to blows.

Seeing something was wrong from afar, Xu Jiande immediately climbed over the wall and hid.

Unexpectedly, after one car passed, I found another car, and then another car.

Xu Jiande sensed something was wrong; there was definitely something wrong with this convoy.

As the third truck passed, he precisely threw a grenade into the canvas tarpaulin of the back of the truck.

The grenade exploded inside the carriage, and dozens of bags of grain stacked inside were blown away by the shockwave. Rice fell from the sky like rain, covering half the street.

The Japanese soldiers inside were also killed by the explosion. Then they threw another grenade, placing it under the truck tire.

With a loud "bang," the truck came to a sudden stop.

The two trucks following behind braked suddenly. When the Japanese soldiers escorting them jumped out, Xu Jiande didn't run immediately. Instead, he quickly lunged forward, essentially charging directly towards himself. This was simply because he was on the other side of the wall.

Soon, the Japanese soldiers in the truck rushed forward, while a patrol team from the vicinity of the explosion was drawn over.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers crowded in the middle of the road, watching the still-burning car, and began firing indiscriminately.

Of course, it can't hit anything.

They didn't know the person was no longer there, nor did they know that the person they were looking for was right behind them, separated by a wall, crouching in the shadows counting the distance between them.

Xu Jiande took three grenades from his waist and pulled the pins at the same time.

Sparks hissed from the fuse, and bluish-gray smoke leaked from between his fingers. Almost simultaneously, Xu Jiande threw the grenade over the wall.

The three grenades were thrown from his hand almost simultaneously.

Xu Jiande didn't stick his head out to aim; he judged the location based solely on the footsteps and gunshots he had just heard.

The grenade flew over the wall, landed on the street, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into the crowd. The second and third grenades had just landed when the first one exploded.

Boom boom boom.

Three deafening explosions almost overlapped. The flames from the explosions illuminated half the street, and shrapnel and pieces of flesh flew everywhere in the firelight, hitting walls, the ground, and truck wreckage.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to react. The ones in the middle were torn apart by the shockwave, their limbs and torsos separated.

Several people on the outer perimeter were hit by shrapnel and fell down screaming; only two or three people at the farthest point escaped unharmed, but they were also knocked to the ground by the blast wave, their heads bleeding, and they even lost their guns.

As soon as the explosions subsided, Xu Jiande and the others climbed over the wall.

As he landed, the bayonet was already in his hand, reversed.

He first finished off the few wounded soldiers who were still struggling, one slash at a time, all aimed at their throats.

Then he crouched down and quickly rummaged through the grenades and magazines on the corpses. These Japanese soldiers were escorting the truck, and their equipment was better than that of ordinary sentries. Each of them had at least two grenades on their bodies, and some even carried rifles with full magazines.

Xu Jiande took everything he could, hanging grenades all over his waist and stuffing magazines into his pockets. Naturally, he couldn't take the rifles or anything like that.

It took no more than three minutes in total.

After searching the last body, the sound of whistles and boots could be heard in the distance.

The Japanese reinforcements were rushing in from two directions, their flashlights flashing several times at the alley entrance.

Xu Jiande turned around, took a few steps, rushed to the low wall on the side of the street, jumped over it, and then ran quickly south along the base of the wall.

Gunshots rang out behind them for a while longer, but they still couldn't see Xu Jiande's shadow.

By the time the news reached the Beijing Command, it was already broad daylight.

Commander General Akita sat at his desk with a newly delivered report in front of him.

The report was very long, detailing what happened last night...

Preliminary statistics indicate that over fifty people were killed, and a considerable amount of food, weapons, and ammunition were lost. The number of attackers is unknown, but based on the situation at the scene, it is highly likely that there was only one person.

After reading the report, Commander Akita remained silent for a long time.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times, like someone with a toothache trying to bear it.

None of the officers standing nearby dared to utter a sound, not even holding their breath. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice flat, carrying a weariness as if he had been utterly crushed by something.

"From now on, all troops can operate during the day, but must remain in the barracks at night. Sentry posts will be abolished."