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

The Japanese frontline commander issued a retreat order.

I really can't hold on any longer.

As they ran, they kept looking back. The ruins were still quiet, like a crouching giant beast, waiting for them to return.

The Japanese soldiers at the north gate withdrew.

The Japanese troops that came to reinforce from other directions also retreated, withdrawing from several streets and alleys, and finally regrouped a few kilometers outside the city.

As dawn approached, there wasn't a single Japanese soldier left in the vicinity of the North Gate.

He Dajun leaned against a half-collapsed house. The clothes he was wearing were no longer recognizable as their original color. His face was covered in black ash and bloodstains, and his eyebrows and hair were all smoky and curly from the gunpowder.

He was still clutching a half-finished grenade in his hand, the fuse already pulled halfway off, but he pressed it back in.

He slid down the wall slowly, sat on the ground, pressed the back of his head against the broken bricks, and closed his eyes for a moment.

The numbers in the system were still jumping; those were the defense breach points and kill points of the last batch of Japanese soldiers killed last night.

He couldn't be bothered to look. He knew that the Japanese would return at daybreak, and with more men and more firepower.

But at least for now, he can catch his breath.

He looked up towards the city; amidst the ruins, he could still hear the occasional barking of dogs and see a few oil lamps still burning. There were still people guarding the east gate.

He can still fight.

As darkness fell, He Dajun stood up from the ruins and stretched his stiff knees.

He played for a long time last night, and then played all day again. Even though he has superb physical fitness, he was very tired.

He Dajun's legs now feel like they're filled with lead, and every step he takes feels like sandpaper is grinding against the back of his knees.

He leaned against the half-collapsed courtyard wall, opened the system panel, and glanced at his points. They'd increased again.

Yesterday we took down over 800 Japanese soldiers, and with the points accumulated over the past few days, my system points have now exceeded seven million.

He flipped to the mines section; each anti-personnel mine was worth 500 points, and each anti-tank mine was worth 1,000 points.

He exchanged some of both and then started laying mines.

This time he chose two directions. One was the main street leading from the north gate to the city center. If the Japanese continued to advance from the north gate tomorrow, they would inevitably take this route.

The other was a narrow alleyway to the northeast, lined with burnt-down houses on both sides. It was the only way for the Japanese to outflank the enemy from another direction.

He Dajun first went to the inner alley and buried dozens of them at the alley entrance and in the middle of the alley, paying special attention to several corners and blind spots behind half walls.

Then return to the main street and start laying the barricades from the street entrance towards the city, burying one every few steps. In more open areas, bury them more sparsely, and in areas near the ruins of the barricades, bury them more densely.

By the time all 150 were buried, the moon was already high in the sky.

He stopped to rest for a while, then continued burying landmines. By the time all three hundred-plus landmines were buried, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

He returned to the second floor of the half-collapsed house, sat down against the wall, placed the gun on his knees, closed his eyes, and waited for dawn.

Less than an hour after dawn, the Japanese soldiers came again, just as expected.

This time they were much more cautious. The group of over a hundred people split into several small groups and slowly made their way forward along the edge of the main street.

They walked very slowly, stopping every few steps to observe the ground and the ruins on both sides, as if searching for a way through a minefield.

After all, it was bombed by landmines yesterday.

He Dajun peered out through the crack in the window, silently counting their positions in his mind.

After walking for about four or five minutes, they had only advanced a hundred meters.

Then the first landmine went off.

A soldier at the very front of the column stepped on it, screamed in agony, and was thrown far backward by the blast; shrapnel had severed a section of his leg.

The Japanese soldiers next to them were also wounded.

The other Japanese soldiers immediately lay down and began sweeping their guns wildly across the ruins in all directions.

After a while, two sappers climbed up from behind and began clearing mines with mine detectors.

They crouched on the ground, searching inch by inch along the main street.

Each time the mine detector scans, a buzzing sound comes from the earpiece, and the two people stop, give hand signals, and mark the area.

He Dajun didn't move.

They waited until the two engineers were within rifle range before slowly sticking their gun barrels out from behind the window.

The first shot hit the sapper on the left in the head, and the mine detector flew out of his hand and bounced off the gravel.

The second shot hit the sapper on the right in the chest, and he fell backward, still clutching the handle of the mine detector.

The machine gun team and assault soldiers next to him opened fire on He Dajun's position at the same time.

He Dajun shrank back from behind the window, lowering his head below it. Bullets hit the brick wall, sending up a layer of dust.

He changed his position, climbed onto the roof of another house, and looked down from behind the ridge.

The Japanese soldiers fired all their fire at the house they had just seen, and no one noticed that he had moved to their upper left.

He picked up his Type 92 heavy machine gun, swept out a burst, and wiped out two Japanese squads that were advancing at the street corner. Seven or eight more fell.

The rest of the people huddled in the ruins by the street, no longer daring to look up.

From morning to noon, He Dajun kept repeating this pattern: when the Japanese came up, they stepped on landmines; when the engineers came up, they were taken out; and when the fire support team was exposed, they were wiped out by heavy machine guns.

By the end of the morning, the Japanese had lost more than thirty engineers, and with the infantry, nearly a hundred men had died in total, but they hadn't managed to get a single step across the main street.

Of course, the Japanese soldiers rushing out of the city also encountered similar sniping.

They tried to come up with a plan, but all their attempts failed.

Moreover, the casualties were heavy.

These Japanese soldiers originally thought that they could clear the street by slowly feeling around and pushing it after daybreak.

Only now did we realize that this street had become a huge minefield, and that there were quite a few people hiding in the ruins, with incredibly accurate marksmen who were specifically targeting the engineers.

After noon, the Japanese troops ceased their attack. Several commanders crouched in their bunkers behind a street corner and discussed the situation for a while. Then, He Dajun saw several groups of Japanese soldiers carrying gasoline cans running towards the houses on both sides of the street.

They were preparing to launch a fire attack, setting fire to the houses and burning the street to the ground, leaving He Dajun nowhere to hide.

He Dajun could see clearly from the rooftop that the Japanese soldiers had poured gasoline on the walls of several houses along the street.

The Japanese soldier who was about to light the can fell to the ground, the gasoline can rolled away, and gasoline spilled all over the ground.

The second person went to pick up the matches, but was shot down by He Dajun.

At this point, the Japanese soldiers had no choice but to throw grenades, which ignited the gasoline. The fire spread along the ground, forcing the Japanese soldiers to retreat.

A house caught fire, but it was their own place.

The fire spread quickly, forcing the Japanese soldiers to abandon their fire attack and retreat back into their bunkers.

However, the houses still caught fire, and the fire was quite large.

At this moment, thick smoke began to billow out, and He Dajun had no choice but to go to the entrance of the tunnel.

The two sides remained deadlocked for a day.