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

They continued to throw grenades like crazy.

He Dajun took out all the remaining grenades from his body and threw them one after another outside the main gate.

He threw more than thirty grenades in one go, blowing up the area several hundred meters ahead.

Plow the courtyard and sweep the hole.

The explosions lit up the sky in bursts, shrapnel and debris flew everywhere, and even several sections of the low wall collapsed.

The remaining twenty-odd Japanese soldiers at the main gate were almost all killed by the bomb.

Several of the faster runners retreated into the alley, but they were also caught up by shrapnel and felled.

He Dajun carried Bai Ling on his back and rushed out of the firelight and smoke.

Even when carrying someone on his back, he still runs faster than a normal person.

It's like my feet have springs in them; with each stride, I can run almost a meter.

A few sporadic gunshots rang out behind him occasionally, but the bullets all hit the wall and the ground behind him.

Not a single shot hit him.

The golden armor amulet hasn't lost its effect yet; even if it hits, it can block two shots.

He ran across the street outside the steel mill and turned into a narrow alley.

Then he kept running, through two alleys, over a low wall, and into a residential area.

The gunshots behind me grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared from my ears.

He Dajun then stopped and leaned against a wall, panting heavily.

He untied the hemp rope around his chest, put Bai Ling down, and sat her down against the wall.

Bai Ling was still asleep, but her complexion was a little better than before.

He Dajun had no choice but to start pinching her philtrum. After a while, Bai Ling slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes, her first instinct being to reach for the pistol at her waist. She grasped at empty air; the gun had fallen while she was unconscious. Only then did she realize who was in front of her.

His first words were, "Mr. He, has the steel rolling mill been blown up?"

This is the belief of our comrades in the Party.

Only after learning that it had been blown up did Bai Ling feel relieved, and her shoulders visibly relaxed.

Then she looked around and found herself leaning against the wall of an unfamiliar alley; it was already dawn.

They asked where they were.

He Dajun saw that the sky was gradually getting brighter, and carrying Bai Ling on his back would make him too conspicuous.

If a grown man were to carry a woman on his back in the street, the Japanese patrol would certainly stop him.

I quickly and briefly explained what had just happened: Ma Ping had been killed, the steel mill had been blown up, and the Japanese soldiers were putting out a fire on the ruins. They were currently in Shangcheng District, not far from Nanluoguxiang.

"I'm taking you back to my cousin's courtyard house now. Change your clothes first, then we'll figure out how to leave."

Bai Ling looked down at herself; her gray cloth jacket was indeed rather conspicuous.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, thank you, Mr. He. You not only saved my life, but also destroyed the steel mill. You are a hero of our Great Xia nation."

He Dajun waved his hand, indicating that he was not a hero and that all men of courage and integrity in the Great Xia would do the same.

After that, they helped Bai Ling up.

The two walked along the alley, and the sky grew brighter.

At that moment, three Japanese soldiers walked up in front of them.

The three Japanese soldiers, arranged in a triangular formation and spaced three or four meters apart, slowly searched along the street.

They were clearly looking for the routed Xia soldiers.

Upon seeing He Dajun and Bai Ling, the three of them immediately assumed a horse stance, bent over slightly, and pointed their guns at them.

In truth, at this hour, the only people still running around outside are the resistance troops in Beijing.

He Dajun whispered to Bai Ling, "Raise your hand."

The two immediately raised their hands.

The Japanese soldier saw Bai Ling from afar and knew she was a woman. The one in the middle immediately laughed and said something to his companion, and all three of them laughed.

"Hey, pretty girl, yoshi."

Then they slowly walked over.

He didn't fire, the gun was pointed at He Dajun and Bai Ling, but his finger wasn't on the trigger.

Bai Ling's expression changed.

She was not afraid of death or sacrifice, but now that she had encountered the Japanese devils, she feared that she would suffer something worse than death.

She discreetly checked the grenade at her waist, and decided that if things went wrong, she would pull the pin and take the three Japanese soldiers down with her.

This is a glory bullet that every member of a major party might prepare.

Just then, the Japanese soldier in the middle walked up to He Dajun and paused for a moment.

He looked He Dajun up and down, then, without warning, thrust his bayonet at He Dajun's chest.

He Dajun suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He deliberately fell to the ground, rolled his body to the side, and at the same time kicked the Japanese soldier's front ankle hard with his right foot.

The Japanese soldier missed his target, but then took a heavy hit, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

The other two Japanese soldiers reacted quickly when they saw something was wrong. The one on the left immediately charged forward with his bayonet at the ready, while the one on the right sheathed his bayonet, took a step back, and aimed his gun at He Dajun, ready to fire at any moment.

This is definitely an elite soldier.

He Dajun reacted even faster.

He sprang up from the ground and punched the Japanese soldier who was falling to the ground in the Adam's apple.

Click.

His throat was shattered. The Japanese soldier didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he went limp.

He Dajun didn't stop. He pushed the already dead Japanese soldier and rammed him into the Japanese soldier charging at him with a bayonet on the right.

With a "pfft".

The Japanese soldier's bayonet pierced his comrade's body. He froze for a moment, trying to pull out his gun, but couldn't.

The bayonet is stuck in my ribs.

He Dajun seized the opportunity and pounced. Another punch landed on the opponent's throat.

Click.

The second Japanese soldier fell.

At this moment, the last Japanese soldier who had retreated and was preparing to fire his gun pointed at He Dajun and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet hit He Dajun.

He Dajun swayed slightly.

Nothing.

[Golden Armor Protection has been used once. One use remaining.]

Overjoyed, He Dajun didn't stop. He bent down, grabbed the body of the second Japanese soldier, and swung it like a bag of sand, hurling the body at the third Japanese soldier.

The corpse struck. The third Japanese soldier was knocked to the ground, his gun flying out of his hand.

He Dajun lunged forward and stepped on his throat.

Another click.

The third Japanese soldier twitched and then stopped moving.

The whole process took less than half a minute.

Bai Ling was completely taken aback. She stared wide-eyed at the three Japanese soldiers' corpses on the ground, then at He Dajun.

This guy is practically possessed by a god of war.

Unfortunately, gunshots rang out.

That shot just now, in the pre-dawn street, rang out like a firecracker, and will soon attract more Japanese soldiers.

He Dajun grabbed Bai Ling's wrist: "Let's go."

Just as the two were about to run deeper into the alley, a door by the roadside suddenly opened.

With a creak.

A middle-aged man in his forties poked his head out, glanced at the Japanese soldiers' corpses on the ground, then at He Dajun, and whispered, "Dajun, quickly drag the Japanese soldiers' corpses in and hide them!"

He Dajun was stunned for a moment. This person knew the original owner of the body. That was really good.

The middle-aged man strode out, grabbed the arm of a Japanese soldier's corpse, and dragged it through the door.

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old came out of the door, carrying a wooden bucket filled with water.

He took a water ladle and began to splash water on the bloodstains on the street to wash them away.

They seem to know each other quite well.

Of course, it was also because He Dajun killed the three Japanese soldiers with his bare hands, without much bloodshed.

He Dajun and Bai Ling exchanged a glance.

Without time to think further, He Dajun grabbed the remaining two Japanese corpses and dragged them inside.

A minute later, the few remaining bloodstains on the street were almost completely washed away, and could not be seen at all unless you got very close.

The door closed.

He Dajun and Bai Ling followed the middle-aged man through the living room to the inner room, and then to the courtyard. There was a well inside. The middle-aged man told He Dajun to throw the Japanese soldiers into the well.

At this moment, the middle-aged man turned around and looked He Dajun up and down.

"Dajun, you're still alive. Weren't you supposed to be fighting at Lugou Bridge? What are you doing here? And who is this young lady?"

He Dajun recognized him at this point. His name was Tan Zhengyong, the head chef of Tan Family Restaurant. He was a colleague of He Daqing and they had a good relationship.

After thinking about it, I decided to tell part of the truth.