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

After repeated attacks, the north gate finally fell.

He Dajun led the remaining four hundred-plus men back into the city, setting up a second line of defense along a cluster of houses half-collapsed by artillery fire.

The terrain was advantageous to the defenders; the streets were narrow and there were many alleys, which prevented the Japanese from launching a large-scale attack. They could only advance along the main street.

However, this trend makes it vulnerable to being attacked from both sides by the Japanese.

There's just no way to cook without rice.

He Dajun set up the remaining machine guns on high ground on both sides of the street, buried explosive charges under the ruins at the street entrance, and had the other guards lead dozens of men to harass and infiltrate the alleys, while he himself continued to hold the line at the front.

The Japanese soldiers chasing from the north gate had indeed shown their bestial nature.

The troops attacking the north gate suffered more than 500 casualties. From the commander to the soldiers, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, like a pack of wolves driven mad.

They pushed along the main street into the city, setting fire to houses and shooting at anyone they saw, completely ignoring the snipers and ambushes on both sides.

He Dajun fought and retreated on the street. When his heavy machine gun was worn out, he used a rifle. When his rifle got too hot, he switched to grenades. When he ran out of grenades, he exchanged them for more from the system.

Then the enemy attacking from inside the city arrived, and the city was completely surrounded.

Everyone knew that the tide had turned against them.

He Dajun didn't know how much time had passed, he only remembered that it was getting dark again, and the gunshots and shouts of killing behind him never stopped.

He leaned against a pile of broken bricks at the alley entrance and glanced back.

There were only about thirty people left around him, leaning against the opposite wall, panting.

As darkness approached,

Seven minutes later, He Dajun and the others saw a group of Japanese soldiers advancing towards them along the main street, numbering about a hundred.

They were divided into three columns: in front were assault soldiers carrying submachine guns, behind them were fire support teams carrying light machine guns, and at the very back was a grenade launcher team.

They moved cautiously, having the machine gun team fire a volley at each street corner before the assault troops advanced. Clearly, they knew there were still defenders in the city and didn't want to suffer losses in urban warfare.

He Dajun crouched behind the second-floor window, waiting for them to come within firing range of the barricade.

The Czech light machine gun behind the barricade fired first, the bullets hitting the two assault soldiers at the front of the Japanese column, and the two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers behind them immediately scattered and lay down behind the ruins on both sides of the street to fight back.

The crooked-handled machine gun began firing at the barricade. The grenade launcher shells slammed into the wall next to the barricade, and the flying bricks and dust buried half of the soldiers behind the barricade.

He Dajun threw a grenade down from the second floor.

The grenade tumbled twice in the air, struck the stone slab next to the grenade launcher team, bounced, and rolled into the crowd. Boom! All three members of the grenade launcher team were blown to pieces, and their Type 11 machine gun was silenced by shrapnel.

The soldiers behind the barricades paused for a moment, then one of them looked up at the second floor. He Dajun waved to them, signaling them to continue fighting.

The ensuing battle was swift. The Japanese, deprived of grenade launcher and machine gun fire support, were pinned down by Czech-made rifles behind the barricades and began to retreat.

He Dajun did not pursue them. He knew that the Japanese would soon regroup, and that they would bring even more firepower next time.

He crouched behind the second-floor window for a while, confirming that the Japanese soldiers had briefly withdrawn, and said to the soldiers guarding him, "Alright, now you all go into the tunnel."

Yes, a lot of tunnels had been dug in Jingzhou before.

After that, only He Dajun remained as the guard of the North Gate.

Tragic, and courageous in its solitude.

……

That evening, He Dajun walked along the alley deeper into the city center.

The following night, He Dajun moved around the North Gate area, sniping at the Japanese soldiers.

He didn't stay in one place; he would fire one shot and then move to another, completely blending himself into the labyrinth of the ruins.

Every time the Japanese soldiers advanced to a new street corner, they would be met with fire from a window in one of the ruins. The fire was sudden and brief, disappearing in an instant.

The Japanese commander tried to send men to pursue and kill them, but each time they were stopped by the barricades' firepower.

They didn't even know if the person who suddenly appeared was He Dajun or someone else. All they knew was that there was another deadly person hiding in the ruins, waiting for them to come.

The key point is that He Dajun's firepower is exceptionally strong.

The key point is that He Dajun's firepower is exceptionally strong.

He wandered through the ruins like a ghost, turning every place he fought into a graveyard for the Japanese devils.

At each alleyway they passed, they left behind several Japanese soldiers' corpses; at each new location, they knocked out one of the Japanese soldiers' firing positions.

More importantly, he can exchange heavy machine guns, grenades, and landmines from the system at any time, and can even quickly plant mines in the dark to make it impossible for the Japanese soldiers chasing him to move an inch.

Meanwhile, the Japanese side was almost out of options.

The tanks and armored vehicles had been mostly destroyed by He Dajun's heavy machine guns, grenades, and landmines in the previous days of fighting.

Only a few mortars remained, but mortars weren't very useful in urban warfare. If they hit accurately, it was fine, but if they missed, they were just being thrown into the air for nothing.

And it's nighttime, it's nighttime.

On the main street of the North Gate, there are collapsed courtyard walls, half-collapsed pavilions, and ruins overgrown with weeds everywhere.

He Dajun hid in these ruins, changing positions after firing a burst of bullets, and disappearing into alleys after throwing grenades, never giving the Japanese a chance to encircle him.

The Japanese machine gunner had just found his position and set up his gun, but before he could even fire, a grenade flew over from behind the courtyard wall next to him, killing him and his gun.

The Japanese grenade launcher squad tried to retreat, but suddenly stepped on a landmine. They were blown into the air and crashed to the ground, motionless.

As soon as the Japanese infantry charged into an alley, heavy machine gun fire erupted from the ruins behind them, bullets sweeping from back to front, pinning all the Japanese soldiers who had rushed in to the ground.

When the Japanese troops at the North Gate entered the city, there were still more than a thousand men, but by the latter half of the night, more than half of them had been killed or wounded.

The survivors huddled behind a few barricades, not daring to even lift their heads.

Their commander was at a loss.

In his judgment, the defending troops who had stormed the north gate should have collapsed, should be running around in disarray, and should be too weak to fight back.

But the ghostly attackers continued to fight, with firepower even stronger than that on the city walls.

These defenders fought for a full five hours, turning the entire North Gate Street into a giant death trap.

The Japanese reinforcements that were brought in from other city gates also failed to get close.

Before they even entered the city, their formation was disrupted by grenades and bullets flying out from within. Several squads tried to flank the city, but as soon as they turned into the alley, they were blown to pieces by landmines that had been planted beforehand.

Around 4 a.m., the Japanese troops at the north gate finally couldn't hold out any longer.