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He Dajun was alone, but with the landmines and heavy firepower he had laid earlier, he blocked hundreds of Japanese soldiers from getting any closer to the main street.

After dark, the Japanese soldiers retreated.

They dared not linger with the ghost at night any longer.

The Japanese didn't lose many men this time, only a little over a hundred, but He Dajun was stopped.

He Dajun didn't sleep. He took advantage of the darkness to walk towards the east of the city and looked around the alleys in the direction of the east gate.

There were other defenders in the city fighting back, but their numbers were dwindling and their ammunition was running low.

It was already past midnight when He Dajun returned to the main street of the North Gate, and dawn was approaching.

This time he didn't lay many mines, but instead found a tunnel entrance to sleep in.

The next day, just as dawn broke, He Dajun woke up and found that the Japanese soldiers were leading a group of civilians in from the north gate.

There were twenty or thirty ordinary people, including the elderly, women, and a few teenagers.

The Japanese soldiers herded them into a line, bayonets pressed against their backs, and made them walk along the main street. A group of Japanese soldiers followed behind, about ten meters apart, bent over with their guns at the ready, using the civilians as cover.

He Dajun immediately went to a relatively high ruin, set up the heavy machine gun, and took out twenty hand grenades and piled them up next to it, ready to face the battle.

However, his finger stopped on the trigger.

You must not fire.

He couldn't possibly open fire on ordinary people.

He couldn't possibly shoot those Japanese soldiers with bayonets pointed at the civilians, because if the bullets missed, the civilians would be the ones to die. But he also couldn't just let them pass.

The people in Jingzhou were forced to move forward.

When He Dajun reached the vicinity of the minefield, he had no choice.

He lay prone on the roof, his gun pointed at the line of civilians forced forward by bayonets, his finger repeatedly rubbing the trigger, but he couldn't pull it.

All he could do was flank around to the side and shoot the Japanese soldiers behind him with his rifle.

The first shot was fired from a crack in the ruins. The bullet pierced the back of the leg of a Japanese soldier who was walking at the very back. He fell to the ground with a scream.

The Japanese soldiers leading the way immediately stopped, crouched down, and fired wildly into the ruins on both sides.

He Dajun changed positions and fired his second shot at a Japanese soldier holding a Type 96 light machine gun. The bullet went in under the soldier's ribs, and the soldier groaned and fell against the wall.

The gunfire behind them grew increasingly intense, with bullets spraying out onto both sides of the alley.

But He Dajun would fire a few shots and then change direction, moving like a ghost through the ruins. The Japanese soldiers could never figure out where he was hiding.

The people of Jingzhou were all so frightened that they lay on the ground or desperately tried to move forward.

Some people huddled against the wall, covering their heads, while others cried out as they were kicked up by the Japanese soldiers behind them.

Several terrified people ran straight to the street corner and into the minefield. With several loud explosions, those who stepped on the mines were blown into the air and fell to the ground, motionless.

Others had their legs cut by shrapnel and were lying on the ground convulsing, their blood staining the bluestone slabs beneath them black.

When He Dajun saw this scene, his eyes immediately reddened, and he felt as if someone was choking him.

He tried desperately to save these people, but he had planted the landmines himself.

When he was laying mines, he was only thinking about how to stop the Japanese soldiers; he never imagined that one day the Japanese would use ordinary people to step on the mines.

He gritted his teeth, put the rifle away, and leaned against a half-collapsed wall, panting for several breaths.

In the end, he had no choice but to stop shooting and cease his attacks.

Seeing that He Dajun had stopped fighting, the Japanese soldiers became bolder again.

They surged forward from behind, pushing even more people to the front. This time they brought no fewer than a hundred people, including the elderly, children, old men pushing carts, and women holding babies.

The Japanese soldiers hit them on the back with their rifle butts and forced them into the minefield with their bayonets.

He Dajun hid in the ruins, watching as the civilians were pushed forward step by step, herded into the minefield like a herd of livestock. He did not fire again.

He can't fire anymore.

He could only watch helplessly as people stepped on landmines one after another, as they were blown up, and as their surviving relatives knelt on the ground crying and screaming.

Explosions echoed one after another in the minefield, killing and injuring people, leaving the crowd covered in blood.

Some of the Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded by the bombs, and a few who rushed forward in the chaos also perished, but they didn't care.

They knew that as long as they drove the people there, the landmines would be defused and the road would be cleared.

This went on for a long time until a passage was cleared through the minefield.

The Japanese soldiers rushed in through this passage and occupied the north gate.

He Dajun leaned against the ruins, his eyes bloodshot, his hands gripping his rifle tightly, his knuckles all white.

He had no choice. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't save that many people by himself.

He could only hide and wait until it got dark.

As soon as it got dark, He Dajun made his move.

He emerged from the tunnel like a wild beast driven to the brink of desperation, lunging in the darkness toward the Japanese outposts and encampments.

The Japanese set up three temporary camps near the North Gate, and there were also Japanese stragglers everywhere in the nearby alleys.

He Dajun didn't fight with the same fanfare as he had the previous nights.

He first made his way to the vicinity of the outermost camp, exchanged dozens of grenades from the system, and threw them into the camp one after another.

This guy was incredibly strong, able to throw two hundred meters. The explosions echoed through the darkness, and the Japanese soldiers, who were just about to go to sleep, were blown away and had to run out barefoot.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he circled around to two other camps and used explosives and grenades to attack them as well.

The Japanese camp was bombed and engulfed in flames. The survivors ran around in the firelight, while He Dajun stood in the shadows with his rifle, shooting them one by one.

He aimed every shot at the head, killing one enemy at a time without wasting bullets. By late at night, he had killed more than 300 Japanese soldiers.

The remaining Japanese soldiers all huddled inside the fortifications, too afraid to come out.

They didn't know how many people were outside; they only saw their companions falling one after another beside the fire.

The Japanese soldiers wanted to retaliate, but they couldn't find any targets in the darkness, so they could only fire randomly into the ruins. The gunfire then revealed the positions of more Japanese soldiers to He Dajun.

As dawn approached, the Japanese troops retreated again.

They huddled behind several barricades, no longer daring to stand on the city wall of the north gate.

He Dajun leaned against the corner of the wall, his face covered in blood, it was hard to tell whether it was his own or that of the Japanese soldiers.

He looked up at the sky. Dawn was approaching; he had survived another night. But then gunfire erupted again from the east of the city. He gritted his teeth, picked up his gun, and stood up.

He can still fight.

At least we can still play tonight.

Of course, you can actually play during the day too.

The battle continues.

After operating within Jingzhou City for two days, He Dajun was about 70% certain about the Japanese army's deployment.

The Japanese artillery was out of manpower and heavy weapons, but they still had a considerable number of troops.

His greatest advantage was that he had an almost endless supply of weapons and superhuman physical abilities, so he fought day and night and rarely stopped to rest.