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

Xu Jiande walked for half a day. He had only gone about thirty miles, encountering many refugees along the way.

We encountered three teams in total. None of them knew where they were going; they only knew they needed to hide from the Japanese.

Little did they know, there were Japanese soldiers everywhere, and nowhere to hide.

However, these people didn't know that.

That's really pitiful.

When a country is destroyed, its people will inevitably perish.

Xu Jiande looked at the fleeing crowd and saw a couple in the group. The man was carrying a tattered sack, and the woman was holding a swaddled baby in her arms. The woman walked very slowly and soon fell behind. The man turned around to urge her on, but after a couple of urgings, she continued walking ahead on her own.

The baby in the swaddling clothes neither cried nor made a sound. The woman's face grew paler and paler until finally she slumped to the side, falling into the roadside ditch with the baby, never to rise again.

Xu Jiande watched, his fingers unconsciously pressing against the hilt of the knife. He finally stopped; there was no other way.

Of course, he also received a trace of vital energy. There was nothing he could do; it happened automatically.

Of course, this made Xu Jiande's mood even more complicated and frustrated, even more so than when he was in Beijing.

Immediately, the demonic energy began to boil, and Xu Jiande felt an urge to kill.

The further south you go, the more people die.

Unburied corpses could be seen everywhere—in the ditches along the roadside, on the ridges of the fields, and in front of dilapidated temples.

Most were elderly people and children, but there were also young women, their clothes disheveled, half their bodies submerged in water. Some were so decomposed they were unrecognizable, while others were still fresh, their blood not yet dried, as if they had just died.

As Jiande walked over, a pack of stray dogs were circling a corpse. When they saw him coming, they took a few steps back but did not go far, whimpering softly in their throats.

Xu Jiande picked up a broken brick from the ground and threw it into the pack of dogs.

The stray dogs dispersed, then gathered again. He ignored them and continued on his way.

Then they began killing Japanese soldiers.

If you see a Japanese soldier, kill him when he is not paying attention.

Xu Jiande had no idea how many Japanese soldiers he had killed on the road, nor did he count them.

Most of them were stragglers who had run out of their strongholds in groups of three or five to plunder, carrying guns, carrying large and small bags, and covered in blood.

Those Japanese soldiers no longer resembled a regular army; they were like demons.

Xu Jiande first encountered them outside a small village called Yulinzhuang.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers are burning down the house.

The old ancestral hall at the village entrance was set on fire, and flames leaped out of the windows, illuminating half the street in a fiery red.

Several Japanese soldiers piled up the looted grain at the village entrance and urinated on some of the villagers while laughing and joking.

A Japanese soldier dragged a teenage girl behind a haystack. The girl struggled desperately, and he hit her on the forehead with the butt of his rifle. Blood flowed from her hair, staining half of her face red.

Xu Jiande neither shouted nor immediately drew his knife.

He went around behind the low wall, first pinning the Japanese soldier who was grabbing the girl down in the haystack and slitting his throat.

The cutting was done very gently, like cutting a crop of wheat in a field.

The Japanese soldier's mouth was open, and he was making gurgling noises in his throat, like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on.

Next were the two closest to him.

One was squatting by the grain pile, gnawing on a can of food, while the other stood watching the fire.

Xu Jiande rushed over like a gust of wind, first stabbing the standing one to death, then kicking the squatting one into the fire.

The man screamed and tried to crawl out, but Xu Jiande wouldn't let him. Flames engulfed his military uniform, and soon he and the canned food were ablaze.

The remaining Japanese soldiers panicked.

Some of them fired shots, and some ran.

Gunshots exploded in the flash, bullets flew close to scalps, and splattered fist-sized craters on the earthen walls.

Xu Jiande didn't dodge. He rushed forward, like a shadow moving in the firelight, close to the wall, the haystack, and the burning roof beams, slashing one after another.

The first man who raised his gun was stabbed through the throat from bottom to top.

The second one tried to attack from behind, but Xu Jiande chopped off half of his neck with a backhand strike.

The third Japanese soldier finally saw his face clearly. Before dying, the man shouted three words in Chinese: "You are a ghost..."

Xu Jiande didn't let him finish speaking. He swung his knife across the Japanese soldier's face, the blade cutting from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

The fire is still burning.

Everyone in the village had long since fled.

Xu Jiande stood in the firelight, looking at the corpses lying scattered on the ground, and then at the direction the girl had fled.

He bent down and rummaged through the Japanese soldiers' corpses for some dry rations and a water bottle. He then picked up a blood-free coat, put it on, and walked out of the village.

Seeing this, Xu Jiande sighed. He had originally wanted these people to take up the Japanese soldiers' weapons so that they could fight back when they came to power. But they had all run away, and there was nothing he could do.

Respect other people's choices and destiny.

From that night on, Xu Jiande would kill any small groups of Japanese soldiers he encountered.

On the third day, Xu Jiande encountered a group of resistance fighters who were surrounded by Japanese soldiers in a place called Liushuwa.

There's a small river over there, but the bridge is long gone, with only a few half-built wooden stakes sticking out of the water.

The resistance fighters retreated to the earthen slope on the opposite bank of the river. There were about ten of them, each with a rifle and a pistol. They were pinned down by the Japanese machine guns on the other side and couldn't raise their heads.

There were more than forty Japanese soldiers on their side. They made their way forward using the reeds along the riverbank. A small group of them had already circled around to the west side of the earthen slope, preparing to flank them from the side.

Xu Jiande came from the north.

He heard gunshots and ran along the riverbank. In the distance, he saw people on the earthen slope fighting back desperately. A man was lying on the top of the slope, his left arm covered in blood, gritting his teeth as he pulled the bolt of his gun.

Xu Jiande did not rush forward rashly. He first squatted outside the river embankment and observed for a while to see the Japanese firepower and position.

Two machine gunners lay prone on the edge of the reeds, one to the east and one to the west, about twenty or thirty meters apart.

The machine gunners on the west side fired fiercely, pinning down the people on the earthen slope so they couldn't lift their heads.

Xu Jiande stopped hiding.

He hunched over and circled around the north side of the riverbank, making his way to the slope behind the machine gunner on the west side.

The two Japanese soldiers, one in command and one in rank, were lying prone beside the reeds, with a pile of spent shell casings around them.

Xu Jiande took the gun off his back, took out three grenades, pulled the pin on all of them at once, and then threw them towards the two machine guns like stones.

This guy is incredibly strong; he can now throw grenades 300 meters.

Soon, three grenades exploded one after another, shearing off a patch of reeds. The two machine guns fell silent on the spot, and several Japanese soldiers around them were blown to pieces. Their screams, mixed with the wind by the river, sounded like pigs being slaughtered.

Xu Jiande didn't stop; he picked a few more and threw them forward, then rushed towards the eastern firing point.

The Japanese soldiers were thrown into disarray by the bombing, and many ran around in the reeds, their figures appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Xu Jiande rushed inside with his gun. He had already used up all his grenades, so he fixed his bayonet and stabbed anyone he saw.

He moved extremely fast; the Japanese soldiers couldn't even see his human form clearly in the reeds, only hearing their comrades fall one after another.

Upon seeing this, the resistance group on the opposite bank of the river immediately perked up.

The man with blood all over his arms jumped down from the earthen slope and led the others towards the river.

Several young men, guns in hand, charged forward, firing as they went, and wiped out all the remaining Japanese soldiers who hadn't had a chance to escape.

In less than two incense sticks' time, all forty-odd Japanese soldiers were wiped out, with only one escaping into the depths of the reeds, where he was caught up by a young man and shot down from behind.