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

Because of He Dajun's statement that "resistance elements hate traitors the most," the previously cheerful atmosphere changed, and everyone stopped talking and just ate their meal in silence.

He Daqing kept his head down, shoveling rice porridge into his bowl. He tapped the spoon lightly against the rim of the bowl twice, and didn't say another word.

He Liu pushed the dish of pickled vegetables towards Sha Zhu, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Only Sha Zhu occasionally uttered a few words.

"Mom, I want to eat more tofu."

"Second Uncle, when are you going to remove that white bandage on your leg?"

Each word was crisp and clear, sounding exceptionally loud and lonely in the quiet room.

Children are unaware of the hardships of life; they are innocent and adorable at this time.

After finishing their meal, He Dajun and Bai Ling returned to their room.

The door latch was lowered, the oil lamp was lit, and Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Seeing He Dajun sit down beside her, she immediately asked, "How did you determine those two were Japanese soldiers?"

He Dajun looked at Bai Ling, his tone very calm: "How would I know? I guessed."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling froze for a moment, then abruptly sat up straight on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), her eyes wide with disbelief: "You guessed? How can that be!"

Her voice was very low, but the shock and disbelief in her tone were impossible to hide.

Bai Ling is a member of a major party, so naturally she treats ordinary people differently.

He Dajun looked at her shocked face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke.

Her tone was no longer as light and airy as before, but rather calm and serious: "Bai Ling, at this time, if any unfamiliar faces come by, we must drive them away, or even kill them."

These words surprised Bai Ling even more.

He Dajun added, "Otherwise, we'll be in great danger. And it won't just be us; all the other neighbors in the courtyard will be affected."

Bai Ling moved her lips as if to refute, but swallowed the words back.

She understands this principle.

That's how it is in occupied areas: unfamiliar faces mean uncontrollable risks, uncontrollable risks mean possible exposure, and exposure means death.

Not only will he die, but he will also implicate everyone on the entire line.

Although she hadn't been in the underground organization of the major party for long, she still understood this principle.

But understanding the principle and being able to accept it are two different things.

Looking at He Dajun's calm face, she suddenly felt that this person was somewhat unfamiliar.

He actually beat two people until their faces were covered in blood and sent them to the outpost without even blinking, all because of a reasonable suspicion.

This person is indeed a bit rough around the edges, and their bottom line is even lower than she's used to.

Thinking back to the previous times I invited He Dajun to join the party, which he had refused each time, I suddenly felt that perhaps it was the right thing for him not to join.

The party's discipline does not allow for actions taken based on intuition. People like He Dajun, once they enter the organization, will inevitably clash with the discipline sooner or later.

That would be troublesome.

Bai Ling didn't speak, but the slight change in her eyes didn't escape He Dajun's notice.

He Dajun saw it, but offered no explanation.

He couldn't explain, couldn't tell Bai Ling, that he hadn't guessed, but that the system had told him.

He couldn't tell Bai Ling about the existence of the system, nor could he tell anyone else.

This is the information gap; he knows the truth, but he can never prove that he knows the truth.

Bai Ling thought he was reckless and had low moral standards, and he accepted that.

It's safer for her to misunderstand than to expose the system.

The two remained silent for a while before He Dajun broke the silence.

He briefly recounted what happened to Liu Shengyun that afternoon, saying that Liu Shengyun was targeted and killed by resistance fighters while posting notices at the vegetable market, and that he chased after them and cornered one of them, who then committed suicide.

He also said that during his contact with that group, he had already passed on the intelligence that "the Japanese are about to attack Shanghai and are preparing to attack Jingzhou again," and hoped that they could send the intelligence to their superiors as soon as possible.

After listening, Bai Ling remained silent for a long time.

Liu Shengyun died. A Special Higher Police agent died silently, without even making a ripple.

He Dajun managed to pass on intelligence while investigating; this guy's mind is incredibly sharp.

I have great respect for He Dajun.

He nodded and said that was the only way, and hoped they could send the intelligence out as soon as possible.

Then he added that we still need to contact the major party organization as soon as possible.

He Dajun agreed with this, saying that one cannot rely on only one approach.

Meanwhile, at the outpost...

After He Dajun left, Tian Yuanzhensheng and the others immediately revealed their true identities.

The sergeant dared not delay and immediately made a call to verify. The identity reported on the other end of the phone almost made the sergeant drop the receiver. It was indeed someone from the Special Higher Police.

Sergeant quickly untied Shinsei Taniguchi himself and bowed repeatedly in apology.

Tianyuan Zhensheng rubbed his wrist, which had been marked with deep purple welts from the hemp rope, and the muscles on his face twitched.

He's completely lost face today. He was publicly beaten up by a lackey of Daxia, and then tied up and taken back to his own territory, making a complete fool of himself in front of his colleagues at the outpost.

He gritted his teeth and said he would kill He Dajun. His voice wasn't loud, but the murderous intent in his tone was so strong it could drip out.

The sergeant quickly stopped him, his tone very sincere: "Lord Tianyuan, you mustn't."

The True Saint of the Countryside asked why.

The sergeant said, "Lord Tianyuan, this shows that He Dajun, that dog of the Great Xia, is loyal to the Imperial Army. The fact that he didn't recognize your identity and arrested you as a resistance fighter proves that he did not harbor any suspicious individuals."

"If you take action against him now, it will only make things difficult for Major Sasaki. You know that Major Sasaki has other important responsibilities for him."

After hearing this, Tianyuan Zhensheng stood there holding back for a long time, his back teeth grinding together.

He knew the sergeant was right; He Dajun was now the newly promoted captain of the puppet army by Sasaki, and messing with him would be tantamount to slapping Sasaki in the face.

Moreover, to be fair, He Dajun's actions were impeccable from the perspective of the Imperial Army. Upon seeing a stranger move into their jurisdiction, they immediately became suspicious, took action, and handed him over.

This is a super lackey, a model collaborator.

But damn it, it's one thing to know you've been beaten up, but it's another to swallow your anger.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the nameless anger burning in his chest made him restless.

At the same time, He Dajun, who was leaning against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), suddenly had a "ding" in his mind.

[The True Saint of the Pastoral Realm has achieved extreme defense penetration; the host has gained 20 points for demon-slaying defense penetration.]

He Dajun was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

This idyllic country saint is actually a really nice person.

Even though they were several streets away, they still managed to give me points for breaking through defenses.

I gave him 20 points when I was beating him up in the courtyard, and now he's given me another 20. This kind of generosity is truly something you can't find in ordinary people. If every Japanese soldier were as "generous" as him, why would I need to go out at night to kill people and accumulate points?

Okay, I'm going to fight the Japanese tonight, not for points, I just want to kill them.

Bai Ling saw He Dajun laughing for no apparent reason. He Dajun looked very handsome under the lights.

I paused for a moment, then asked him what made him happy.

He Dajun naturally wouldn't tell the truth. He turned to look at Bai Ling, a smile still on his lips, and his tone suddenly became less serious: "I'm happy just thinking about having such a beautiful wife by my side."

Bai Ling's face flushed red.