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

He Dajun speaks very decisively, and he acts even more so.

The two men came out of the room, greeted He Daqing and He Liushi, and said they were going out to take care of some business. He Liushi looked worried and wanted to say something, but He Daqing tugged at her sleeve.

The two watched as He Dajun, leaning on a wooden cane and dragging his injured leg, walked out the door. Their lips moved, but they ultimately remained silent.

Twenty minutes later, He Dajun and Bai Ling stood at the entrance of Baolin Pharmacy.

The shop wasn't big; the doors were all installed, and a faint light shone through the cracks in the doors.

An old wooden plaque hung above the door, half of its paint peeling off, making the four characters "Baolin Pharmacy" barely visible in the darkness.

He Dajun raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.

After a while, footsteps could be heard coming from inside.

The door opened a crack, and a middle-aged man in his thirties revealed half of his face; it was the doctor from that afternoon.

He was clearly stunned when he saw Bai Ling, and then he saw He Dajun standing next to Bai Ling.

Leaning on a wooden stick, his left leg wrapped in bandages, he wore an indescribable expression on his face.

"Doctor, I've injured my leg and come to see a doctor," He Dajun said loudly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

"I am He Dajun, the person in charge of Lou's Steel Rolling Mill personally appointed by Major Sasaki. I stepped on a landmine at the factory today and was wounded by the Imperial Army. Do you have any wound medicine in your shop? Please change my dressing."

The shopkeeper looked at He Dajun, then glanced at Bai Ling, his expression hesitant.

He opened his mouth, about to speak, when a young voice came from inside the shop.

"Shopkeeper, how about we treat this Mr. He?"

As they were talking, a young man in his early twenties emerged from behind the counter.

He was wearing a gray cloth shirt, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a smile on his face; he looked like an ordinary guy.

The young man stood next to the shopkeeper, his gaze sweeping over He Dajun, then over Bai Ling, before looking away.

As if receiving some instruction, the shopkeeper's hesitation vanished instantly, and he nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, Mr. He, please come in and have a seat."

He Dajun sat down in the shop and put his left leg on the stool.

The shopkeeper took a pair of scissors and cut open the old bandage, revealing several wounds underneath that were still bleeding.

The wounds weren't deep, but they looked rather frightening. The skin on my calf was cut in several places by shrapnel, and the area around it was swollen.

The shopkeeper sprinkled the powder on it, and He Dajun winced in pain, but didn't make a sound.

During the dressing change, He Dajun chatted casually with the shopkeeper.

He spoke of his "great achievements" at the steel rolling mill with great enthusiasm, his spittle almost splattering onto the manager's face, looking exactly like a lackey who had just received a reward from his master.

The shopkeeper kept agreeing while changing the dressing, a smile on his face, his hands never stopping.

Bai Ling sat to the side without saying a word, her gaze slowly sweeping around the pharmacy.

The young man stood behind the counter, his head down, sorting through the medicinal herbs. He held a small copper scale in his hand, taking one herb out of the drawer and weighing it.

After changing the dressing, He Dajun spoke again: "Shopkeeper, my cousin was also summoned for questioning by the Imperial Army today and was whipped a few times. Could you also pack a few packets of wound medicine for me to take back for him? Don't worry, I won't charge you much."

The shopkeeper glanced at the young man. The young man didn't even look up, nor did he say anything.

The shopkeeper immediately replied, "Yes, yes, Mr. He, please wait a moment."

He turned around, took out several packets of wound medicine wrapped in paper from the medicine cabinet, and handed them to He Dajun.

He Dajun took the bill and put it in his pocket. He then took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and slapped them on the table. He stood up, bowed to the shopkeeper, and then, leaning on his wooden cane, limped towards the door.

Bai Ling followed behind him.

The two walked out of the pharmacy, and the door closed behind them.

The alley was pitch black, with no lights, only the faint light of the moon overhead.

After walking through several alleys and making sure no one was following them, Bai Ling lowered her voice and asked He Dajun, "Did you see that young man?"

He Dajun walked slowly, leaning on his wooden cane, and after a while he spoke, "I see them, they should be the Japanese devils."

Bai Ling was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure?"

He Dajun said, "I don't know, but it doesn't matter. I'll kill him later."

Almost at the same time, after He Dajun and Bai Ling left, Lao Yang stood at the door, watching their backs disappear into the darkness, and was about to close the door when the young man grabbed him and said, "I'll go take a look."

Then he quickly disappeared into the night. The young man didn't walk very fast; his footsteps were barely audible.

Just as they were about to arrive at the courtyard, they realized they couldn't find He Dajun.

Thinking that Jun was injured, he couldn't possibly walk very fast. Sensing something was wrong, someone pounced out of the darkness and struck him on the head with a stick.

He Dajun has a strength of four or five hundred jin, so he did not use his full strength.

Even so, the young man's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

He Dajun emerged from the darkness, still holding the wooden stick in his hand.

He propped the wooden stick on the ground, bent down, and rummaged through the young man's pockets.

There was nothing in my pocket.

He threw the wooden stick on the ground, dragged his injured leg a few steps out of the alley, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are there any Imperial Army soldiers? Are there any Imperial Army soldiers? I have a report to make!"

The sound carried far through the alley in the dead of night.

A moment later, the sound of leather boots stepping on stone slabs could be heard in the distance.

Two patrolling Japanese soldiers ran over with flashlights, which shone on He Dajun in the darkness.

He Dajun quickly bent down, pointed at the unconscious young man, and loudly explained the situation: "Sir! I am He Dajun, the person in charge of Lou's Steel Rolling Mill personally appointed by Major Sasaki!"

"...As I left the pharmacy, this person, knowing my unwavering loyalty to the Imperial Army, secretly followed me. He must be a resistance fighter trying to poison me!"

Two Japanese soldiers shone their flashlights on He Dajun's face, and then on the young man who had fainted on the ground.

Soon, two Japanese soldiers arrived and took He Dajun and the unconscious young man to a nearby outpost.

The outpost was set up in a requisitioned civilian house, with sandbags piled up at the entrance.

The officer in charge of the outpost was a second lieutenant, not very tall, with an old scar running from his cheekbone to his chin.

He sat behind the table, listened to the patrolman's report, then looked at He Dajun and asked him to recount what had happened.

He Dajun spoke quickly and in great detail.

Of course, nothing was mentioned that could be said or not.

After listening, the lieutenant stared at him for a few seconds, and was about to speak when three more people entered from outside the door.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man in plainclothes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, followed by two other men in plainclothes.

He Dajun noticed that the middle-aged man's gaze lingered on his hand for a moment before moving to his face.

The middle-aged man walked up to the lieutenant and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, the lieutenant's expression changed, and he stood up to give his seat to him.

The middle-aged man walked up to He Dajun, sized him up, and said calmly, "You said you were being followed?"

"Yes, yes, sir." He Dajun then recounted the situation from earlier.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man lying on the ground; his face was pale, and a bruise on his forehead was swollen and prominent.

He withdrew his gaze and said a few words of encouragement to He Dajun, essentially saying that the Imperial Army would handle the matter, that the Imperial Army had seen He Dajun's loyalty, and that he should go back to continue serving the Imperial Army and be careful.

He Dajun quickly bent down, repeatedly thanking the officer, and limped out of the outpost, leaning on his wooden cane.

Twenty minutes later, the young man slowly woke up.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man standing by the bed, his first reaction was to sit up, but then a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, causing him to lie back down. He then cursed in Japanese, saying, "I'm going to kill that He Dajun right now."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of murderous intent.

After the man finished cursing, the middle-aged man said unhurriedly, "No. Lord Sasaki has another important use for this He Dajun."

The young man gritted his teeth and said nothing more, but his heart was pounding with turmoil.

He was clearly furious.

Meanwhile, He Dajun, who had already returned to the courtyard house, had just lay down on the bed when a "ding" sounded in his mind.

[Yagyu Un is extremely enraged; the host has gained 5 Demon Extermination Defense Penetration Points.]