Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

He Dajun faced numerous enemies and constantly encountered danger.

The most dangerous time was when he had just climbed over a ridge and ran into a group of Japanese scouts climbing up the mountain. The two were less than fifty meters apart.

He raised his hand and threw three grenades, blowing up the first few in front of him. Taking advantage of the gap when the Japanese soldiers behind him lay down to find cover, he turned around and ran into the depths of the dense forest.

Bullets chased after him, hitting tree trunks, and splinters of wood stung his back.

He ran through the dense forest for a long time, weaving left and right, before finally shaking off his pursuers.

He Dajun squatted behind a pine tree that had been blown down, panting heavily. He opened the system panel and flipped through it. The heavy weapons section was still the same as before, with the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the Type 89 grenade launcher. The artillery was not unlocked.

This means he can no longer launch long-range attacks on the Japanese regimental command post down the mountain. This is a major headache.

He Dajun decided to change tactics, ceasing daytime battles and only fighting at night.

During the day, when the Japanese soldiers searched the mountains, he would hide in a natural cave he had previously scouted and sleep. Only after dark, when the Japanese soldiers retreated to their camp, would he emerge from the cave and begin his night raids.

He Dajun continuously laid a large number of landmines, and afterwards mainly harassed the enemy at night, constantly firing a heavy machine gun and killing many Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese launched a counterattack in the dark and sent men to pursue them, resulting in many Japanese soldiers being hit by landmines.

The damage was severe.

The landmine tactic was surprisingly effective.

On the first night, three Japanese patrols stepped on landmines, killing and wounding at least forty people.

The following night, a Japanese company discovered a minefield that He Dajun had laid in advance while searching the mountains. A series of explosions rang out for most of the night, and the ground was littered with corpses.

On the third night, the Japanese armored vehicle patrol also stepped on a landmine. One armored vehicle was blown off its tracks and became disabled halfway up the mountain. The Japanese soldiers inside jumped out and tried to run away, but were hit by a heavy machine gun that He Dajun had set up on the opposite hillside.

Several days of mine-laying and nighttime attacks inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese regiment, and the daytime search teams became increasingly cautious, slowing their advance.

Correspondingly, the firepower used to attack Jingzhou City was also significantly reduced.

The Japanese quickly adjusted their tactics again.

They stopped searching the mountains and instead imposed a blockade.

The regimental command withdrew from the outskirts of the mountains to open ground, and armored vehicles and heavy machine guns formed two lines of blockade at the edge of the mountains, cutting off He Dajun's route in and out of the mountains.

Then they brought in more troops from other city gates, simultaneously encircling He Dajun's mountainous area from the east, south, and north of Jingzhou City.

The encirclement tightened, and the Japanese troops increased in number.

He Dajun squatted on the ridgeline, looking down the mountain through the gaps in the bushes.

The Japanese soldiers below the mountain were densely packed, and at least two regiments of troops were advancing into the mountain area from different directions.

They've surrounded the entire mountain area like dumplings, and are gradually tightening their encirclement.

He turned around and ran eastward, running along the ridgeline for about half an hour, until he found a cave he had previously scouted out and crawled inside, pressing his body tightly against the cave wall and listening to the sounds outside.

Reconnaissance planes and fighter jets flew overhead, their engines roaring and echoing through the valley.

Japanese soldiers were shouting from the mountainside, their leather boots clattering on the gravel, interspersed with the barking of a few military dogs.

The beam of the flashlight swayed past the hole several times, and each time He Dajun held his breath, his fingers gripping the grenade's fuse.

The cave was damp, with water droplets seeping from the rammed earth walls, and a musty, rotten smell in the air.

He Dajun leaned against the cave wall with his eyes closed, his mind racing as he considered his next move.

There's no point in dragging this out; the Japanese will eventually close in on his hiding place.

Moreover, with the Japanese drawing so many troops from their attacking forces to besiege us, the pressure on the defending troops in the city should be greatly reduced.

He has spent the last few days leading an entire regiment of Japanese soldiers in circles in the mountains, buying Jingzhou a considerable amount of time, and has basically achieved his objective.

In the middle of the night, He Dajun crawled out of the cave and, under the cover of darkness, made his way west along the ridgeline.

Instead of running out of the mountains, he headed towards Jingzhou City.

The Japanese soldiers thought he was hiding deep in the forest and were tightening their encirclement from the outside in. But he took advantage of the Japanese troops being drawn to the outer edge of the mountainous area, slipped through the gap in the encirclement, and circled around to the other side of the city wall.

The Japanese forces on the west side of the city were relatively weak, as most of them had been transferred to the mountains for encirclement and suppression.

He crouched at the edge of the dense forest for a long time, and as soon as the Japanese searchlight swept over, he rushed towards the city wall.

He was walking on broken bricks and rubble, which creaked under his feet, but he didn't stop and rushed to the foot of the city wall in one breath.

At this moment, the guards spotted He Dajun and immediately opened fire as a warning.

"Stop! Who goes there!"

He Dajun looked up and saw several gun barrels protruding from behind the sandbags at the breach in the city wall, their dark muzzles pointed directly at him.

He Dajun was speechless, so he could only loudly declare that he had come to provide reinforcements.

The defenders didn't believe them and continued firing.

He Dajun had no choice but to say again that he had led a team to reinforce the troops and had drawn away many of the Japanese soldiers.

The defenders thought about it and realized that the Japanese had indeed reduced their offensive firepower a lot during this period, but they still didn't believe it.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers also noticed He Dajun's situation and began to open fire.

After a brief exchange of blows, He Dajun killed many Japanese soldiers.

Only then did the garrison trust He Dajun.

Before long, He Dajun grabbed the rope ladder lowered by the guards and climbed up. The rope ladder swayed violently, but his hands were steady, and he quickly climbed over the city wall.

The city wall was littered with sandbags and ammunition boxes, with broken bricks and rubble piled up in the corners, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

Several wounded soldiers leaned against the battlements, their bandages so dirty that their original color was no longer visible.

A young soldier, around sixteen or seventeen years old, was squatting next to the machine gun, holding an old-fashioned rifle in his arms. When he saw He Dajun climb up, he subconsciously moved aside, but his eyes remained fixed on He Dajun, both curious and wary.

The veteran walked up to He Dajun and stopped, looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on He Dajun's tattered Japanese uniform for several seconds before raising his hand and giving He Dajun a light punch in the chest.

"Damn it, those moves were pretty good just now." The old soldier's voice was hoarse, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He Dajun laughed: "Do you believe me now?"

The veteran didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly, signaling He Dajun to follow.

He Dajun followed him across the gravel path on the city wall, through several sections of the bombed-out battlements, and past a group of soldiers carrying ammunition.

The soldiers were stunned when they saw a man in a Japanese uniform walking on the city wall with an old soldier, but the old soldier waved to them and they lowered their heads and continued working.

When we got to the ruins of the city gate, a man in an officer's uniform was squatting on the ground with a hand-drawn map of the city's defenses spread out on his hands.

He was probably in his forties, not very tall, with a full beard, and the left sleeve of his military uniform was tucked loosely into his waistband.

He frowned slightly when he saw He Dajun, then stood up and looked He Dajun up and down several times.