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

A lieutenant colonel standing nearby paused, about to ask if canceling the sentry posts would embolden the resistance fighters, but when he looked up and met the commander's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Because he could clearly see the commander's expression.

This battle is unwinnable; if it continues, the casualty figures will double.

Go out when it's light and retreat when it's dark; at least you can save a few soldiers from dying.

The order was issued to all the garrison and puppet troops in Beijing that same day.

Many outposts were somewhat dazed after receiving the order, but no one dared to disobey, and by evening everyone had withdrawn.

Before it was even completely dark, all the Japanese sentries had already been withdrawn.

Caishikou Square, Dongsi Street, Beixinqiao—those intersections that usually had a few Japanese soldiers on guard were all empty.

Only sandbags and barbed wire remained, piled up in the twilight, like a heap of abandoned waste.

Even the Japanese soldiers themselves couldn't believe it; having occupied Beijing, they now dared not leave their barracks at night.

This is clearly because they were scared by Xu Jiande.

At this point, the whole city noticed this change and knew that the Japanese were afraid.

The Japanese devils were afraid, so naturally they weren't afraid of the people in Beijing, right?

This is a seesaw game.

Of course, some people thought it was temporary, and that the Japanese might be planning some big operation.

Some people stayed indoors, afraid to go out, fearing it was a new trap set by the Japanese.

Only Xu Jiande knew that this was not a trap. Those beasts had been beaten and were now cowering back in their den.

Therefore, Xu Jiande decided to try a different approach.

This is called striking while the iron is hot.

That evening, he sneaked into the alley behind the North City Military Police Headquarters.

There were no sentries at the alley entrance. Xu Jiande climbed over the wall of the military police's backyard, crouched low, crossed the open space, dodged two patrols, and made his way to the parking lot behind the alley.

They've gone to the Japanese garrison.

Afterwards, he posted a notice he had written at his post, demanding that the Japanese immediately distribute food to the people, or else they would attack again.

When the military police discovered the words at dawn, they were immediately in an uproar.

This means that if the other side wanted to take action, many more of my people might have died last night.

When Sasaki was called out of the command post by his adjutant, his face was so dark it could drip water.

He stood in front of the car, looking at the notice.

The soldiers on their side didn't even know when or how the enemy arrived.

This wasn't an attack; it was a public slap in the face.

"Investigate." Sasaki Maki only said this one word.

That afternoon, the military police began a large-scale internal investigation.

Everyone who was on duty last night was called in for questioning, and they all came out looking even paler than when they went in.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing. The sentry at the back gate said he didn't see anything unusual last night, and the patrol team said they didn't hear anything.

Sasaki sat in his office, reading through the report page by page, then looked up at his adjutant and said, "Go and call Suzuki over."

Suzuki has arrived.

He carried a stack of documents, his face expressionless, and bowed once he stood still.

Sasaki pointed to the car still parked outside the window and said, "These women are outrageous. They bombed the grain transport truck the night before last, and this time they've come straight to our camp. We must investigate thoroughly and execute them."

Suzuki was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a document from the files and placed it in front of Sasaki.

"Your Excellency, I am certain of one thing: he is definitely not an ordinary person."

Suzuki paused for a moment, then said, "I have found out that over the past month or so, the other party has become increasingly rampant, which may be due to their growing strength or their growing madness."

Sasaki Maki was speechless. "Isn't what you're saying obvious?"

Sasaki immediately reported this, and it eventually reached Commander Akita's desk. Commander Akita hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision.

That evening, the Japanese began posting notices at Caishikou, saying that the Imperial Army had decided to sell a limited amount of military rations at a fixed price, with each household limited to purchasing two catties per day, and requiring a good citizen certificate to purchase.

The notice spread throughout the city in less than an hour.

The people of Nanluoguxiang couldn't believe it, but some people waited for the grain truck in front of the grain store and took home five jin of rice.

When the news spread, everyone in the alley came out.

Even He Daqing carried a tattered cloth bag when he went out to queue.

Jia Zhangshi pulled Jia Dongxu to stand at the back of the line, muttering "Heaven has opened its eyes" as she looked ahead expectantly.

Xu Jiande did not join the queue.

He stood at the alley entrance, looking at the chaotic and surging crowd on the street, appearing frightened and aggrieved.

After all, if the Japanese were afraid, then this traitor would definitely be afraid, right?

Bai Ling found him. She handed him a warm cornbread and whispered, "I heard that the Imperial Army was forced to open the granary because they had no other choice."

Xu Jiande took the cornbread, took a bite, and said, "You've been forced into this situation quite a bit."

Bai Ling looked at him and suddenly smiled. Xu Jiande didn't ask, and she stopped smiling and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered what Wang Xiaoyong said. After the grain trucks on Dongsi Street were bombed, many Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were saying that the vengeful ghosts from Jingzhou had come to Beijing."

Xu Jiande also smiled, but very faintly.

"Do vengeful ghosts get hungry?" Bai Ling asked.

"Yes." Xu Jiande stuffed the last bite of cornbread into his mouth. "So we need to eat."

Bai Ling didn't say anything more. The two walked home side by side. The alley was bustling with noise, mixed with the sounds of children running and jumping.

This is the most presentable day for Nanluoguxiang since its fall to the Japanese.

But Xu Jiande knew in his heart that this was probably the quietest night he had ever spent in Beijing.

For many nights afterward, he would no longer climb over the wall to escape, nor would he ever see Bai Ling sitting behind the door waiting for him. He looked up at the horizon; the clouds parted, and the moon revealed half its face, deathly pale.

"It's time to go," he thought to himself.

Almost simultaneously, in multiple locations throughout Beijing, at least thirty points, the Japanese began selling grain, and at a relatively low price.

Anyway, it's not as expensive as before.

Suddenly, the entire city of Beijing seemed full of vitality and life.

He felt that the resentment that hadn't dissipated before was rapidly dissolving.

After the Japanese opened the granaries to sell grain, the automatically circulating demonic energy made the gray mist in the dantian feel thinner with each cycle.

It was dissipating on its own. Like an ice cube being moved from a cold corner into the sun, it melted without anyone knocking it down. Overjoyed, he quickly tried to focus his consciousness into his dantian to observe.

The layer of gray mist was much lighter than a few days ago, changing from dark gray to light gray, while the membrane covering the inner wall of the dantian became clearer and clearer.

The melted resentment was not wasted; it was all swept away by the demonic energy, refined little by little, and transformed into one's own cultivation.

With each bit of resentment dissipated, the vortex became thicker and spun more steadily.

Xu Jiande estimated that he was now close to the late stage of the third level of Qi Refining.

The dark red bead at the core of the cyclone has grown a size larger and is showing signs of expanding outwards.

This is a sign that a breakthrough is imminent.

Having already reached the third level of Qi Refining, Xu Jiande's strength had already improved significantly. He was filled with anticipation for breaking through to the fourth level, as the increase in strength would likely be far more than just a cup of wine.

Most importantly, the ability to survive will be greatly enhanced. And at this time, the ability to register is more important than anything else.

Otherwise, if we get killed easily, then it's all pointless, right?