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The battles that followed were equally brutal.

Seeing that they couldn't eliminate He Dajun with just infantry, the Japanese began to deploy tanks and armored vehicles, followed by many Japanese soldiers, searching continuously.

However, He Dajun was very good at hiding, and could not be found at all.

Another day has passed.

After the Japanese soldiers left, He Dajun crawled out of the ruins, stretched his stiff fingers, and then opened the system panel to exchange for thirty landmines.

He divided the landmines into ten groups of three, and crept along the route the Japanese had taken during the day.

This time, he laid a series of minefields, burying them in a concentrated area. Each group had three mines, one in front of the other, less than five meters apart, and they were all completely covered with gravel and scorched earth.

He knew the Japanese tank drivers all too well—after being bombed several times in the alleys, they drove slower and more cautiously, slowing down whenever they encountered a turn.

If you run over the first one, the vehicle will sag, and the infantry behind it will definitely have to stop, just in time to step into the kill zone of the second one.

The next day, the Japanese came again in tanks, just as expected. First came a Type 97 tank, its gun barrel lowered, slowly pushing it from the street corner, crushing the broken bricks on the ground.

More than twenty infantrymen followed behind, all bent over with their bayonets facing forward.

With a loud bang, the tracks snapped, and the tank tilted to one side. A second bang followed, and four infantrymen near the side and rear of the tank were knocked down by shrapnel, lying on the ground screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

The remaining Japanese soldiers scattered in panic and fired wildly in all directions.

He Dajun quickly threw out more than a dozen grenades one after another from the gap in the ruins.

The dozen or so impacts seemed to have eyes, striking the areas where the Japanese soldiers were most concentrated.

The explosions continued, and before the smoke had even cleared, all those people were already motionless.

Soon, the Japanese tanks and infantry were wiped out.

At this moment, the Japanese sent engineers up again.

This time, He Dajun didn't wait for them to get close.

The sapper had just crouched down when the first bullet flew over his head and pierced through his helmet.

The remaining engineers retreated before they could even activate their mine detectors.

He Dajun moved along the broken walls and half-collapsed floorboards on the second floor, shooting one person at a time.

The bullets were so fast they were like a roll call; in just five or six minutes, all the engineers were pinned to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers finally realized that in this place, no matter how many engineers or infantry came, they would all die.

Instead of launching a direct assault, they resorted to their old method of arresting civilians.

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A group of Japanese soldiers rushed into the residential area of ​​the city and began dragging people out of their homes.

Some people were crying, some were shouting, some were clinging to the door frame and refusing to let go, and some were hit on the arm with the butt of a gun and went limp.

The Japanese soldiers dragged these civilians to the alley entrance and forced them to walk forward.

He Dajun saw it through the gaps in the ruins, and his fist clenched tightly.

This time he did not retaliate. He knew that these Japanese soldiers were provoking him, trying to force him to show himself by using the deaths of civilians.

Therefore, he did not show himself, did not act impulsively, and continued to follow a fixed rhythm, firing a few shots and then moving to a different location, only striking when the opportunity was most favorable.

He suppressed all his soft-heartedness, gritted his teeth, and continued to wait in the same spot.

Just when the Japanese soldiers thought he had given up, he emerged from the ruins on the other side and threw several grenades at the rear, killing several soldiers.

We just endured it, wearing down the Japanese soldiers' lives day by day.

Over three days, all five of the Japanese tanks were destroyed, and more than 500 infantrymen were killed or wounded.

Gunshots rang out all over the street from morning till night; there wasn't a single minute of peace.

Of course, even more ordinary people died.

But there's nothing we can do; this is a game for cowards.

The battle continued, and three more days passed, with the number of Japanese casualties still rising.

The number of corpses in the city was increasing, and the smell of burning mixed with the stench of blood could be smelled several streets away.

The Japanese frontline commander couldn't hold out any longer and requested reinforcements from his superiors. But his superiors immediately rebuked him: "A major battle is underway in Jiangcheng, and all our forces have been committed there. We don't have any spare troops for him."

The key point is that you still have five thousand men in Jingzhou City, so why can't you take down these resistance fighters?

At this time, the Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou City were unaware that they were facing only He Dajun, and thought he was a small number of remnants.

So, in short, don't expect reinforcements; figure it out yourself.

Commander Daiki Wada sat in his bunker, his face ashen. After much deliberation, he finally made his decision: to continue the attack.

The two sides fought for another thirteen days. When he realized that his soldiers were running out, Wada Daio contacted Zhang Si and decided to abandon Jingzhou.

After the order was given, the Japanese soldiers began to retreat.

But they were not willing to give up. As they retreated, they set fire to the city, pouring gasoline on all the houses, shops, schools, and warehouses that had not yet burned down and setting them ablaze.

The fire spread from the south of the city to the north, and from the west to the east, engulfing half the city in flames.

The flames engulfed the civilians who were unable to escape, and the firelight turned the night sky a dark red.

He Dajun chased the Japanese soldiers all the way from the edge of the fire.

He kept a close watch on the Japanese rear guard, launching attacks from behind repeatedly.

Bullets flew from the burning alley, grenades slammed in from behind the wall of fire, and the Japanese soldiers had no idea he was still alive.

Some of them even thought that another army was attacking from outside the city.

By the middle of the night, when the Japanese soldiers withdrew from Jingzhou, only about thirty men remained.

Their clothes were tattered, and their faces were blackened and reddened by smoke, making them look like ghosts crawling out of hell.

He Dajun stood on the ruins in the north of the city, watching the thirty-odd Japanese soldiers disappear on the official road to the west.

He didn't chase after them. He turned around, looking at the still-burning city, listening to the cries coming from the rubble behind him, lost in thought.

In any case, the Japanese troops withdrew from Jingzhou.

The news spread quickly.

The defenders of Jingzhou repelled the Japanese army—no, someone fought a bloody battle in Jingzhou for several days, forcing the Japanese army to abandon Jingzhou.

Although most of Jingzhou City had been reduced to ashes, the fact that thousands of Japanese troops had been annihilated and had retreated in disarray shocked the entire nation.

The newspapers in the mountain city published it immediately, and even some people who had been prepared for the fall of their country sat up straight again.

Daxia's confidence in resisting Japan was rekindled by the sparks that flew from the ruins.

At this moment, Bai Ling, far away in Beijing, saw this news and knew that He Dajun must be fighting. She couldn't help but miss him and wondered if he was safe.

It's unknown whether He Dajun will return safely.

But this is still good news.

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Two days later, He Dajun left Jingzhou.

He walked towards Jiangcheng, following the direction in which the refugees were retreating westward.

At this moment, gunfire and artillery sounds had already begun outside Jiangcheng, and the battle had started.

In addition, as the Battle of Jiangcheng unfolded, similar battles were launched in many other places, including the Battle of Xuzhou.

In this struggle, the soldiers and civilians of the Great Xia fought bravely and ultimately achieved a great victory, which once again greatly inspired the people of the whole country.

Meanwhile, He Dajun, who was still on his way, continued towards Jiangcheng.

An hour later, He Dajun arrived in Jiangcheng to participate in the Battle of Jiangcheng, where he once again went on a rampage, killing Japanese soldiers.

However, he did not go into the city, but stayed outside the city, constantly launching surprise attacks on the Japanese. During the six-month Battle of Jiangcheng, he eliminated about five thousand Japanese soldiers, making a very important contribution to the Battle of Jiangcheng.

The Japanese repeatedly sent men to ambush and kill He Dajun, but He Dajun effectively countered each attack, inflicting heavy casualties.

For this reason, He Dajun is known as a super anti-Japanese hero. However, no one knows who this super hero is, but countless moving legends about him have been passed down among the people, inspiring countless citizens of Daxia. (End of text)