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

At almost the same time, He Dajun heard faint cheers, but he was too far away to hear them clearly.

Clearly, countless ordinary people in Beijing, though unable to go to the front lines, were also quietly concerned about the war situation.

The current situation is that the defenders of Beijing have been defeated, and all but the dead have retreated.

The original body naturally perished in the battle.

He Dajun put down his crooked-handled sword, sat on the bridge, his hands trembling from exhaustion.

He hasn't stopped since he woke up.

Although they had taken the Elixir of Life, humans are not steel machines, especially when they are being shot at with a machine gun.

Under normal circumstances, if a person is pressed against a machine gun for too long, they will be killed by the recoil.

He looked up at the sky; the sun had already sunk behind the western mountains, and the horizon was a blood red.

The bridge was riddled with bullet holes and corpses. The bodies of Japanese soldiers lay scattered all over the ground, and the stone slabs were covered in blood, some of which had dried and turned into dark red stains.

In the distance, towards the main city of Beijing, black smoke was rising.

He Dajun leaned against the stone lion and rested for a while.

Then he heard noises from the other side of the bridge.

This time it was the sound of a tank.

Clearly, after suffering setbacks in infantry operations and losing aircraft, the Japanese changed tactics again, launching attacks with tanks.

The rumbling sound was like thunder, or like a train running on the tracks, shaking the gravel on the bridge.

He Dajun peeked out from behind the stone lion and looked across the river with binoculars.

A tank is driving out from behind the bridgehead.

It was iron-gray, with the Rising Sun flag painted on its body. The gun barrel was short and thick, pointing upwards at an angle. The tracks creaked and groaned as they rolled over the gravel road, and sparks flew out from under the tracks.

The tanks were moving very slowly, followed by a dark mass of infantry, at least thirty or forty men.

The Japanese infantrymen, bent over, holding their guns, hid behind the tanks, following step by step.

Standard infantry-tank coordination.

This is the most skillfully used and most successful basic tactic by the Japanese, bar none.

If infantry charges cannot capture a position, tanks are used to clear the way. Tanks act as a shield against bullets, while infantry protect the tanks' flanks, providing mutual cover as they push forward.

On the battlefields of East Asia, especially during the invasion of Great Xia, countless positions were crushed.

He Dajun put down his binoculars; his palms were sweaty.

He had never seen a tank.

The original owner of this body had never seen it either. The 29th Army was an ordinary infantry division. Anti-tank weapons? No. Heavy weapons? No.

The only heavy weapons in the entire 11th Company were two heavy machine guns. They were okay for shooting people, but what about tanks?

Bullets hitting armor are like tickling it.

The tank quickly got onto the bridge.

He Dajun squatted behind the stone lion and felt the stone slab under his feet trembling.

Behind the tank, the Japanese infantry began to disperse. Seven or eight soldiers emerged from each side, carrying Type 38 rifles, and moved forward at an angle close to the tank tracks.

The machine guns on the tanks also began firing; the vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns had a larger caliber and greater power.

The bullet struck the stone lion, sending shards of stone flying. He Dajun ducked back, and a shard of stone splashed all over his neck.

He picked up a grenade, pulled the pin, waited two seconds, and threw it from the side of the stone lion.

The grenade struck the tank's frontal armor with a loud bang, sending shrapnel flying and knocking over two Japanese infantrymen next to the tank.

But the tank was unharmed, not even scratched, and continued driving forward.

He Dajun threw another one. This time, he aimed at the tank tracks.

The grenade exploded next to the tracks, and shrapnel hit the tracks and road wheels, making a clanging sound.

The tank paused for a moment, and He Dajun thought he had hit it.

But it only paused for a moment before the tank started moving again. Its tracks were intact, and it continued rolling over.

He Dajun finally understood why, during the Korean War, when the Chinese People's Volunteer Army destroyed a tank, the entire combat unit was awarded a second-class merit.

Blowing up tanks is too difficult; it usually results in the loss of several demolition teams.

Fifty meters.

Forty-five meters.

The heavy machine guns on the tanks continued to fire at the stone lions.

He Dajun lay on the ground, unable to lift his head.

The bullet flew over his head and hit the wooden stakes in the ruins of the fortification behind him, sending wood chips flying.

He wanted to change positions, and just as he got up, the tank gun barrel moved slightly.

He Dajun saw it.

The cannon barrel was pressing down, aimed directly at the stone lion. Seeing this, He Dajun suddenly lunged to the side.

"boom!"

The cannonball hit the stone lion.

The stone lion was half broken, and the fragments flew more than ten meters away.

He Dajun lay on the ground, his ears filled with a buzzing sound, unable to hear anything.

He reached up and touched his back; his uniform had several cuts from the gravel, but there was no bleeding.

The effects of the life-giving elixir are still present, but it still hurts a lot.

The tanks continued moving forward. The Japanese infantry behind them began to rush towards the bridgehead.

He Dajun got up, then suddenly remembered something.

He then replaced the grenades with ten more, strapped five of them together, and threw them over with force.

Having consumed the elixir of life, he possessed astonishing strength. He could throw five hand grenades bundled together more than forty meters.

A normal person can only throw it a dozen meters.

And it was very accurate, hitting the track exactly.

Boom!

The explosion was deafening. Almost simultaneously, flames shot up from under the tank, sending it bouncing upwards.

The track broke off and detached from the road wheel, slamming onto the bridge surface like a dead snake.

A hole was blown in the armor at the bottom of the tank, and black smoke billowed out of it.

The Japanese soldiers inside the vehicle were screaming, their voices shrill and pitiful, like pigs that had been scalded.

But He Dajun didn't have time to watch it.

The thirty-odd Japanese infantrymen behind the tank, stripped of their cover the instant the tank was destroyed, reacted with a clear division of labor: some ducked, others charged forward, showing no panic whatsoever. They then opened fire from different angles.

All I can say is that the Japanese were still very brave and powerful.

The three Japanese soldiers at the forefront were less than thirty meters away from He Dajun.

He Dajun picked up the crooked-handle rifle and pulled the trigger.

The crooked man jumped and swept the bullets across the area.

The three Japanese soldiers were riddled with bullets, and blood seeped from their uniforms with several crisp sounds.

The Japanese soldiers behind them began to scatter to both sides.

He continued firing wildly, throwing grenades and quickly changing positions.

Shortly after he left, his hiding place was hit by three grenades.

That was close.

He Dajun continued to throw grenades frantically.

Three minutes later, all thirty-odd Japanese soldiers were killed.

He Dajun gained 35,000 more points, and also gained 50,000 points for destroying tanks. Including the previous points and the points he had spent, He Dajun now has more than 136,000 defense-breaking points.

This is not just ordinary wealth.

If Li Yunlong were here, he would definitely say, "I've never fought such a rich battle before."

Despite another resounding victory, He Dajun sat on the ground, panting heavily.

My arm is so sore I can barely lift it. My right index finger is stiff as a hook and I can't straighten it.

More than thirty bodies were found on the bridge.

Including those before, countless Japanese soldiers have fallen on this bridge.

He Dajun didn't know. He looked at the destroyed tanks, looked at the sky, hoping to fight a little longer before retreating.

Just then, a violent explosion suddenly occurred nearby; the Japanese had begun bombarding the area with heavy artillery.

He Dajun was so shocked that he saw stars and had no choice but to hide under the corner of the bridge.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery bombardment ended, and the Japanese infantry attacked again. He Dajun counterattacked once more, eliminating more than thirty Japanese soldiers before having to retreat.

I feel completely weak.

Currently, there are two ways to evacuate: one is to rejoin the main force, in which case, given his combat achievements, he could receive a significant promotion.

Another option is to change clothes, disguise yourself as an ordinary citizen, return safely, and hide away.

At that moment, He Dajun had a sudden thought.

[First mission issued: Delay the destruction of Lou's Steel Rolling Mill by five hours, and you will receive the Golden Armor Protection skill once.]

[Gain the Golden Armor Protection skill once, which can block two bullets.]

[Does the host wish to accept this system task?]

He Dajun immediately indicated his agreement.

Soon, He Dajun began to retreat. He did not take a rifle or machine gun, firstly because they were conspicuous, and secondly because they were too heavy.

However, they collected more than twenty hand grenades.

After waking up from the time travel, he fought for three hours, killing 163 Japanese soldiers and destroying one Japanese tank and one Japanese plane. It can be said that he achieved brilliant results.

In fact, it's possible that even a whole division of the Kuomintang army might not have achieved such a significant victory.

All I can say is, the system is awesome.

Unfortunately, all his comrades were dead, and no one knew about his glorious achievements.

The bridge can no longer be defended.

He Dajun turned around and walked downstream along the Yongding River.

It was completely dark. Behind me, in the direction of Lugou Bridge, I could still occasionally hear a few gunshots. I couldn't tell if the Japanese soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield or finishing off the corpses.

After walking for more than an hour, He Dajun stole a bicycle, passed through countless alleys, and finally arrived at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill near Nanluoguxiang in Shangcheng District four hours later.

It was already past 3 a.m.

Then he heard someone say, "Hurry up, we have to blow up the steel mill before morning."

He rushed over and shouted, "Don't blow up the bridge!"