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

He Liu was also very nervous.

Sha Zhu was specially placed in the main room by He Dajun. The little guy was squatting on the threshold, teasing ants with a twig. When he saw Yagyu Kazuo come in, he raised his head and called out, "Greetings, sir."

He Dajun taught him that in advance, and he practiced it frequently.

Bai Ling emerged from the side room, dressed in a plain blue cloth jacket, her face smeared with a thin layer of soot, and bowed her head to pour tea for Yagyu Kazuo.

Her hands were steady, and her movements were natural, just like an ordinary housewife pouring tea for a guest.

When Yagyu Kazuo took the teacup, he glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her fingers for a moment before moving away.

He Dajun noticed that scene.

Bai Ling's fingers are very delicate, like those of a young lady from a wealthy family.

After that, Kazuo Yagyu began to ask questions, mostly about trivial matters in his daily life.

He didn't ask He Dajun, but mainly asked about Bai Ling, He Daqing, and He Liushi.

Among the seemingly casual questions asked by Yagyu Kazuo were a few that sent chills down He Dajun's spine.

Afterwards, Yagyu Kazuo went to He Dajun's room and began to observe. Naturally, he couldn't see anything. During this time, He Dajun became more vigilant and put everything in the underground tunnel.

Afterwards, Yagyu Kazuo did indeed have a meal at He Dajun's house. During the meal, they continued to chat.

After finishing his meal, Yagyu Kazuo stood up to say goodbye, but suddenly stopped in the courtyard.

He turned to look at He Dajun with that polite smile on his face and said, "Mr. He, the puppet troops should be put to use now. You must produce results as soon as possible."

He Dajun nodded.

After Yagyu Kazuo left, He Dajun returned to the side room and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) for a long time, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees.

Bai Ling asked him what was wrong, and he said he was wondering what Yagyu Kazuo had come here for.

The person stayed for less than two hours from the moment they entered until they left. They ate a meal, drank three cups of tea, and asked more than a dozen questions. Although the conversation seemed rambling, each question had a purpose.

Bai Ling was silent for a while, then asked him what to do.

He Dajun said there was no other way; if all else failed, he would have to kill him.

Bai Ling thought to herself, "That's the only way." Then He Dajun suddenly made a decision.

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After leaving the courtyard, Yagyu Kazuo did not return to the Special Higher Police Section, but went directly to Sasaki's office.

When he entered, Sasaki was sitting behind the table reading documents. Several cigarette butts were piled up in the ashtray, and the room was filled with smoke; the air was as murky as overcooked soup.

Saki looked up at him, put down the documents in his hand, and asked him if he had made any discoveries.

Yagyu Kazuo sat down opposite Sasaki, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and said he didn't have any.

Sasaki visibly relaxed after hearing this, leaning back in his chair and saying, "That's good."

He reached for the teacup on the table, tapped his fingers lightly on the rim twice, and spoke with a hint of barely perceptible relief.

Actually, he quite admired He Dajun.

Although this dog sometimes works too hard, he is indeed capable, quick to recruit soldiers, efficient in his work, and his attitude towards the Imperial Army is impeccable.

After the fall of Beijing, there were many people from the Great Xia who were willing to serve the Imperial Army wholeheartedly, but not many were as dedicated as He Dajun.

You might find this kind of person easy to use, but you might not be able to find a more suitable one if you switch to another.

Yagyu Kazuo did not respond to him.

He sat in silence for a long while, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, before suddenly saying, "What is it, sir? That's the real problem."

Sasaki's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air as he asked him what he meant.

Yagyu Kazuo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing cold, deep eyes behind the lenses.

He said he observed He Dajun in the courtyard and found that He Dajun's attitude towards the Imperial Army was too respectful. He was impeccable from beginning to end, without a single flaw, without a single complaint, and without a single unwilling look.

This is actually quite abnormal.

Even if a Great Xia person wants to curry favor with the Imperial Army, deep down there will always be a bit awkward, a bit unnatural, and a bit of humility and fear in the face of the conquered.

But He Dajun was completely different. His respect was like a tailor-made suit, fitting him perfectly.

It fits so well that you feel there might be another layer of skin underneath.

Sasaki put the teacup back on the table, leaned back in his chair, and frowned slightly.

He had to admit that Kazuo Yagyu's intuition was indeed very sharp at times, but he also had his own judgment.

He had a lot of contact with He Dajun. This man had stepped on landmines, been hit by grenades, and even collapsed on the execution ground. Every time, he risked his life to show his loyalty.

If such people are not considered loyal, then what is loyalty?

Looking at Sasaki's expression, Yagyu Kazuo knew what he was thinking and didn't beat around the bush any further.

He stated his conclusion directly: "Actually, the best way is to arrest He Dajun and interrogate him directly. After the interrogation, if he's innocent, continue to use him. If he's guilty, just kill him."

Sasaki looked at him and remained silent for a long while.

He recalled Yagyu Kazuo's son, Yagyu Un, the young agent who was forcibly recruited into the puppet army by He Dajun and later killed by resistance fighters in the vegetable market.

Although He Dajun was very proactive in this matter, catching up with the murderer and bringing back the body, Yagyu Kazuo still believed that his son's death was inextricably linked to He Dajun.

There is no evidence to support this suspicion, but the pain of losing a child does not need evidence.

Sasaki was also aware that although Yagyu Kazuo was a veteran agent, he still brought his personal feelings into his work.

His proposal to directly arrest and interrogate He Dajun was not entirely driven by personal vendetta, but that was certainly one of the reasons.

Therefore, Sasaki still felt that the suggestion was too extreme.

He Dajun is now the face of the puppet army, and is the most successful case of the Japanese army's "using Chinese to control Chinese" strategy in Beijing.

If you easily take down and smash the signboard, then finding a new one to hang up again will take far more time and cost than reviewing a person.

Moreover, He Dajun had just helped the Imperial Army find the resistance fighters' stronghold and even shielded him with his own body at the execution ground; these merits were all recorded in the military.

"Alright, I'll think about it some more." Sasaki finally changed the subject, his tone somewhat perfunctory.

The meaning is clear: I have heard the suggestion, but I will not adopt it for the time being.

Upon hearing this, Yagyu Kazuo realized that the major was too soft-hearted and had developed a certain degree of sympathy for He Dajun, that dog.

But he did not continue to argue.

He was just saying it casually.

He was indeed heartbroken by his son's death, but he wasn't the kind of person who would turn his grief into blind revenge.

He didn't care if He Dajun died, and he didn't care if He Dajun lived or died.

He was just doing his job: identifying all suspicious individuals and eliminating all possible threats.

As for how to handle it in the end, that's Sasaki's business. He stood up, straightened his collar, bowed slightly to Sasaki, and turned to leave the office.

It was getting dark.

Yagyu Kazuo sat in the jeep, with another subordinate beside him. Just then, someone threw a grenade from a distance, landing precisely inside the jeep.

With a "bang," Yagyu Kazuo, one of the most elite Japanese special agents, was blown up not far from the gate of Lou's Steel Rolling Mill.