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

The convoy soon arrived at its destination.

The truck stopped at the alley entrance, and the Japanese soldiers in the truck bed jumped down, their Type 38 rifles clenched, their leather boots clattering on the bluestone pavement. They quickly set up sentry posts on both sides of the alley.

Hearing the noise, the surrounding residents closed their doors and windows even tighter, and some even sealed their windows shut, making the entire alley as quiet as death.

Sasaki got out of the jeep, and He Dajun followed behind, leaning on a wooden stick.

The two people walked into the room one after the other.

The room was dimly lit, with the windows boarded up. Only a ray of afternoon sunlight shone through the doorway, illuminating the floor in the middle of the room.

The door opened, and there stood the young man. He was still leaning against the rammed earth wall, his head tilted to one side, the wound on his neck no longer bleeding, and the soil beneath him had turned a dark brown.

Sasaki stood in front of the corpse for a few seconds, his face expressionless, only tilting his head slightly behind him.

The forensic doctor was a short man who wore glasses. He came up carrying a box, squatted down next to the body, and began his examination.

The movements were swift and efficient.

He first checked the location and depth of the wound, then picked up the deceased's hand to look at the calluses on the fingers and palm, and then pried open the deceased's jaw to check the mouth.

Almost simultaneously, He Dajun walked to the corner of the room, squatted down, and lifted the stone slab, revealing the dark tunnel entrance below.

He Dajun jumped first, followed by two Japanese soldiers, but Sasaki did not.

This is still out of concern for danger.

The forensic doctor, however, examined the young man on the ground for about ten minutes. He then stood up, took off his gloves, and said a few words to Sasaki in Japanese.

The gist is that the deceased had no other external injuries, and the knife wound on his neck was the fatal one. The angle and depth of the wound were consistent with suicide, and it was not a staged injury after death.

Sasaki then instructed the forensic pathologist to take a flashlight and go downstairs.

The forensic doctor stated that the male body found in the tunnel died of asphyxiation, and there were signs of being bound. The time of death was approximately three to four hours prior.

The conclusion is simple: Liu Shengyun died of suffocation, and there were marks on his body indicating that he had been bound.

As for the young man in the tunnel, he committed suicide, and the angle and depth of his wounds are consistent with the characteristics of suicide.

It matches exactly what He Dajun said.

Sasaki stood in the middle of the room, mentally piecing together the examination results of the two bodies.

Liu Shengyun was smothered to death with a towel and thrown into the tunnel.

He Dajun caught up and found the thug. Unable to defeat him and realizing he couldn't escape, the man committed suicide with a knife. Liu Shengyun was already dead when he was found; He Dajun witnessed the thug's suicide.

The time, place, and cause of death all match up.

His last remaining doubts about He Dajun were largely dispelled.

Although this person is somewhat suspicious, he handled today's matter brilliantly, finding a stronghold for the resistance fighters for the Imperial Army and even driving a rioter to his death. His loyalty has been proven through his actions.

Of course, at this time, Sasaki was unaware of Yagyu Un's true identity.

After all, they are from different departments.

Sasaki turned around, looked at He Dajun, and a smile appeared on his face.

He patted He Dajun on the shoulder, a little harder than usual, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "He Dajun, you did a great job. You found a stronghold for the resistance fighters for the Imperial Army. I am very satisfied with your loyalty."

He Dajun immediately bowed, his expression a mixture of gratitude and humility.

Taking advantage of Sasaki's good mood, he took half a step forward, his voice tinged with caution: "Sir, I have a request. I need to recruit puppet troops and arrest resistance fighters, but I have no weapons. If I encounter thugs, I can only fight them with wooden sticks."

Sasaki was taken aback by these words, but did not reply immediately.

He Dajun then said, "Lord Sasaki, could you give me a gun? If I encounter resistance fighters in the future, I can shoot and wound them so I can capture them alive. Live prisoners are more valuable than dead ones."

Sasaki pondered for a moment.

He looked at He Dajun's sincere face, and then at the bandage still wrapped around his left leg.

This man has stepped on landmines, been hit by grenades, and fought with thugs today, so giving him a gun is indeed reasonable.

He reached out and unfastened the snap on the holster at his waist, pulled out his sidearm, held it in his hand for a while with great reluctance, and then handed it to He Dajun.

He said, "This gun has been with me for three years. Now it's yours. Use this gun to serve the Imperial Army."

He Dajun took the gun with both hands. The grip still retained Sasaki's body heat.

He glanced down and saw that there were only five bullets left in his pistol.

Sasaki gave him a gun, but no extra bullets. Five bullets, and that would be all.

This shows that Sasaki still had a backup plan; trust was one thing, control was another.

He Dajun sneered inwardly, but his face wore an even thicker expression of being flattered.

After all, this was Sasaki's sidearm, a huge honor for a traitor like him.

He carefully tucked the gun into his waistband, bent down, and repeatedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Sasaki. I am willing to die for you."

His voice carried a perfectly timed sob.

Sasaki then gave him two more instructions. First, he was to focus on recruiting puppet troops, and the management of the workers at Lou's steel rolling mill could be handed over to someone else.

He Dajun pondered for a moment and then recommended Xu Wude.

This is a delicate choice. Xu Wude is Lou Bancheng's former driver, with extensive connections in the factory, but he has a soft personality and is easy to manipulate. Yi Zhonghai is already his deputy. If Xu Wude is also promoted, the two will check and balance each other, and both will have to come to He Dajun for help.

Sasaki agreed without much thought.

The second thing Sasaki mentioned was that Lou Bancheng hadn't been very cooperative during the steel rolling mill maintenance process these past two days.

"He Dajun, you and Lou Bancheng are both from Great Xia. It's easier to communicate with them. I hope you can have a good talk with Lou Bancheng and make sure he serves the Imperial Army. Don't just pay lip service."

Sasaki spoke in a very light tone, as if he were explaining something trivial.

But the content of what you say is very important.

This was, in fact, his final covert test of He Dajun.

He Dajun immediately patted his chest, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the room: "Don't worry, sir! I will definitely make Lou Bancheng hand over all the money voluntarily!"

"That money all belongs to the Imperial Army. It is an honor for Lou Bancheng to use it."

Upon hearing this, Sasaki's face lit up with joy; He Dajun was indeed a remarkable talent. He immediately ordered one of his subordinates to take He Dajun to the Lou family on a motorcycle.

He Dajun sat in the truck bed, his hands tucked into his pockets, touching the pistol with only five bullets, already planning how to talk to Lou Bancheng.

He decided to take a super proactive approach to Lou Bancheng and give him an incredibly big surprise.

Soon, the motorcycle arrived at Lou Bancheng's house.