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

Liu Shengyun died a very frustrating death. He had planned that as soon as he got away, he would bring his men to capture these resistance fighters.

Unexpectedly, this girl hated the traitorous dog so much that she took action directly.

This is like a scholar encountering a soldier—he can't reason with him.

He died instantly. That's the nature of chaotic times. Even if you're a Japanese soldier, you could lose your life at any moment.

Once Liu Shengyun stopped moving completely, the man with the short stick squatted down and checked his breath. Then he looked up at the girl and nodded, saying that he was no longer breathing.

The girl put the towel away, opened a tunnel in the room, and put Liu Shengyun's body inside.

The group put the stone slab back on, making sure it fit perfectly, and then sprinkled a layer of loose soil and withered leaves on top.

After doing all this, the four of them straightened their clothes and dusted off their hands.

The whole process took no more than half a minute, after which everyone opened the door and walked out.

They disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He's obviously a veteran.

Meanwhile, He Dajun was unaware that the Japanese soldiers he had specially recruited had already been killed.

After finishing his lunch, he walked up to Suzuki, leaning on his wooden cane, with that standard fawning smile on his face, and said that he was still recruiting collaborators and wanted to check on the situation at noon.

Suzuki glanced at him, then at his left leg wrapped in bandages, and thought to himself, "This traitorous dog is really putting in the effort."

He waved his hand, indicating that it was accurate.

He Dajun bowed and thanked him profusely, then turned and walked to the factory gate. Suzuki came over and said he was allowed to drive his motorcycle over.

That's really considerate.

He Dajun thanked him profusely, climbed onto the three-wheeled motorcycle, started the engine, and drove out of the steel rolling mill gate with a "whoosh".

Now He Dajun can drive his own motorcycle when he goes out; he's really upgraded from a rag doll to a cannon.

It used to take more than half an hour to walk to the factory, but now it only takes about ten minutes by motorcycle.

There's another reason: there's no need to undergo checks along the way.

The motorcycle drove into the courtyard of the siheyuan alley. He Dajun got off the motorcycle and walked into the siheyuan with a wooden stick.

The courtyard was quiet, and all the doors of the houses were closed, except for the chimney of He Daqing's house, from which thin wisps of smoke rose.

Of course, upon hearing the word "motorcycle," some people will inevitably peek out.

Upon discovering it was He Dajun, everyone's defenses crumbled. He Dajun is doing incredibly well.

……

Meanwhile, He Dajun pushed open the door to his side room. Bai Ling was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) tidying her clothes. Hearing the door open, she looked up, appearing somewhat surprised.

He Dajun sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), rested the wooden stick against his leg, and asked, "Has Liu Sheng come back yet?"

Bai Ling shook her head: "No. I haven't seen anyone since I went out this morning."

He Dajun frowned slightly.

Liu Shengyun was the first puppet soldier he recruited, and he even made him the captain of the first squad. But he ran away on the very first day. What's going on?

He didn't care about Yagyu Un's life; what was there to care about the lives of Japanese devils?

But Yagyu Un is now his subordinate, and if Sasaki asks about his missing subordinate, he needs an explanation.

It would make Sasaki doubt his own abilities.

"I'll go out and look for it." He Dajun stood up, greeted Bai Ling, and turned to leave.

He drove his three-wheeled motorcycle to Baolin Pharmacy first.

The pharmacy was already open, so he parked his motorcycle and went inside.

When Old Yang saw that it was He Dajun, his expression visibly stiffened for a moment, but he immediately forced a smile and asked, "Captain He, you've arrived. Please come in, please come in."

He Dajun didn't waste any words with him, and stood at the door asking, "Has Liu Sheng come back?"

Old Yang paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No. I didn't see him this morning. I thought he went to report to your place."

He Dajun didn't say anything, but his gaze swept over Lao Yang's shoulder and around the shop.

Behind the counter sat a young man, not Liu Shengyun, but a new face, looking to be in his early twenties.

Wearing a gray cloth shirt, he was looking down and weighing medicinal herbs with a small copper scale.

Old Yang followed He Dajun's gaze and glanced back, then quickly explained, "The new employee is called Xiao Zhou. He's very hardworking. With Liu Sheng gone, my shop is short-handed, so I have to find someone to fill in."

He Dajun glanced at the young man. The young man looked up and smiled at him, a clean smile, like that of an honest and dutiful apprentice.

Without saying much, he nodded to Lao Yang, turned around, jumped on his motorcycle, and drove away.

Old Yang stood at the door watching the motorcycle drive away, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and closed the door again.

He Dajun guessed that this might be another Japanese soldier who dared not easily reveal his identity.

So he drove his motorcycle slowly around the streets, looking around and asking questions along the way.

He stopped at the rice shop, pharmacy, and grocery store on the street and asked them a few questions.

Some people said they saw a young man in a gray cloth shirt posting notices at the entrance of the pharmacy in the morning, while others said they saw him heading towards the west gate.

He Dajun did see the notice and knew that Liu Shengyun had been here.

Riding my motorcycle, I followed these scattered clues all the way to the Ximenkou vegetable market.

The market was empty; all the stalls had been closed, and a few rotten vegetable leaves were scattered on the ground.

A recruitment notice was posted on the wall at the market entrance. He had asked Liu Shengyun to put it up; the handwriting was neat and the paper was flat.

He Dajun parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, leaned on his wooden stick, and walked around the market, asking a few more people.

Some say they saw a young man putting up notices walk east, others say they saw him walk west, and still others say he chased after a woman. The accounts differ.

He Dajun leaned against his motorcycle, his fingers tapping lightly on the handlebars. Liu Shengyun's disappearance here was most likely due to resistance fighters in the vicinity.

It's hard to say exactly what happened. But he's most likely been arrested, or is already dead.

He Dajun considered it in his mind. Liu Shengyun was a member of the Special Higher Police. His disappearance would alarm the Special Higher Police, and the Special Higher Police would definitely send someone to investigate.

If the investigation traces back to this place and finds that Liu Shengyun's last known location was a vegetable market, the residents in the vicinity will be questioned. Not only will the resistance's actions be affected, but the nearby residents will also suffer greatly.

This is troublesome.

This is truly a very troublesome matter.

He Dajun rubbed his temples and continued to inquire around the vegetable market, leaning on his wooden cane.

Just then, I saw a young and pretty girl squatting by the roadside sorting through several bundles of vegetables. She had an oval face, fair skin, and was wearing a floral blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

Remembering what the residents had said earlier, He Dajun walked over, his tone carrying a hint of sycophantic arrogance: "Young lady, I'd like to ask you about someone. Have you seen a young man in a gray blouse posting notices around here?"

The girl looked up at him.

Her eyes were bright, and her expression was calm, even somewhat docile. She said softly, "You mean the one who posted the notice? I saw it. He said he works for the Imperial Army, for a Japanese officer named He Dajun. He's got quite a big mouth."

He Dajun's heart skipped a beat.

With a smile plastered on his face and a hint of smugness in his tone, he said, "I am He Dajun, and He Dajun is me. Where is that person?"

The young girl glanced at He Dajun, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, but her smile remained on her face.

She stood up and pointed to the alley not far away: "That person should have gone that way. Go take a look, maybe they're still putting up things there."

He Dajun thanked the other party, hopped on his motorcycle with his wooden stick, and slowly drove into the alley.

The alley was narrow, with walls made of blue bricks on both sides, covered with withered vines.

He drove in for about forty or fifty meters and found that there was a wall in front of him.

A dead end. At the end of the alley were a few broken bricks and a pile of rotten wood, with high walls on both sides and not a single window.

He braked and prepared to slowly turn around.

It's not easy for a motorcycle to turn around in a narrow alley. He turned the handlebars while slowly moving forward by bracing his feet on the ground.

Then he stopped.

Three figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.

They were all masked.