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

Sasaki nodded, saying he had thought about it before.

However, Beijing was too large and required too much manpower and resources. The Imperial Army had limited manpower, so they thought of waiting until He Dajun's puppet troops were trained before carrying out the task and letting the puppet troops do this hard work.

He Dajun immediately bent down and said that the puppet troops were already intensifying their training and were ready to serve the Imperial Army at any time.

Then he paused for a moment.

The pause was brief, but Sasaki noticed that He Dajun seemed to have something left unsaid, but was hesitating whether to say it or not.

Sasaki asked him if he had any other thoughts, and told him to speak freely today, that he could say whatever he wanted without fear of reprisal. And if he answered correctly, he would be richly rewarded.

He Dajun hesitated for a while before lowering his voice and speaking. His tone was no longer the impassioned declaration of loyalty he had just made, but rather a cautious one, as if he were touching on a dangerous topic.

"Lord Sasaki, a search requires a large number of people. Even if the puppet troops are well-trained, it will be difficult to search the entire city in a short time. Once the resistance fighters hide in the tunnels, they will be very difficult for us to find. Therefore, I have another idea."

He raised his eyelids to look at Sasaki, making sure the other was listening attentively, before saying the sentence slowly and deliberately: "Control the city's food rations."

"Concentrate all the grain in the hands of the Imperial Army and distribute it in rations to each household and person. If the common people have no grain, they can only rely on the Imperial Army. Whoever cooperates with the Imperial Army will have food to eat. Whoever does not cooperate will go hungry."

"In this way, even if the resistance fighters hide among the people, they will be unable to operate due to the lack of food. They will have no power to begin with."

After he finished speaking, Sasaki's fingers stopped on the table.

The office remained quiet for a long time.

Sasaki leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on He Dajun's face for a long while before a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

The smile grew wider and wider, eventually transforming into an expression that He Dajun had never seen on Sasaki's face before.

It wasn't the usual condescending satisfaction, nor the previous sneer that cut like a knife; it was a genuine, heartfelt excitement.

This person naturally thought of it: if everyone in Beijing goes hungry for a week, a month, let's see how they resist. Food is the lifeline; controlling the food supply means controlling the entire city's lifeline.

Yes, He Dajun is right. No matter how powerful the resistance fighters are, they can't fight a war on air.

Sasaki stood up, walked over to He Dajun, and slapped him hard on the shoulder. The slap was harder than ever before, causing He Dajun's shoulder to sway and his left leg to almost lose its balance.

He quickly grabbed a wooden stick to brace himself. Sasaki, seeing his disheveled state, burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the office. Even the guards outside couldn't help but peek inside.

"Good, very good, excellent." Sasaki stopped laughing and then rewarded He Dajun.

Sasaki had also thought about this issue and was conflicted about it. He didn't expect He Dajun to say the same thing, which shows that great minds think alike.

Of course, Sasaki didn't know that He Dajun, as a time traveler, knew that the Japanese had done this in history, and that even if he didn't say it, the Japanese would have done it anyway.

Why not just bring it up yourself and use it as a pledge of loyalty?

As for the food problem, he has a way to solve it.

He Dajun stood in front of the desk, leaning on a wooden stick, his back bent, a flattered smile on his face, saying repeatedly, "Sir, you flatter me. It is only right to serve the Imperial Army."

His voice carried a perfectly timed sob, like a servant who had finally gained his master's approval.

But as he bent over, he had already planned ten steps ahead in his mind.

Once this food rationing plan is implemented, the people in Beijing will suffer. He can then redeem points and secretly deliver the food at night, or openly during the day, since food will be distributed, right?

If he were to form an executor group, there would be room for maneuver. It's possible that one side could get a larger share.

I'm sure the other person won't tell you.

After chatting for a while, Sasaki said, "Let's go back. The Imperial Army will handle things here."

He Dajun bent over and took two steps back, then turned around and limped towards the courtyard, leaning on a wooden cane.

His silhouette was stretched long under the searchlight, and his left leg still moved with such difficulty, like a loyal minister bent over by grief.

Sasaki watched He Dajun's figure disappear, then took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out another cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The major's feelings are very complicated right now.

Yagyu Kazuo died, and the Special Higher Police lost one of its most elite section chiefs, but the little bit of suspicion he had about He Dajun was also buried along with Yagyu Kazuo's death.

Most importantly, He Dajun came up with two solutions for himself, both of which were extremely good.

Of course, for Sasaki, the problem now is that Yagyu Kazuo's murder means that the investigation into the Yamaguchi attack has touched the core of the resistance organization. If these people are not in the city, it will be much more difficult to surround and suppress them from the outside.

However, Sasaki had no choice but to decide that he had to encircle and suppress these resistance fighters outside Beijing.

The sooner the better.

……

During this time, Lou Bancheng was pacing back and forth in the study of his own villa.

He hadn't slept much since last night; two dark circles hung under his eyes on his loose skin, making him look several years older than usual.

The butler stood at the door, holding the news he had just gathered from outside: Section Chief Yagyu of the Special Higher Police was killed in a bombing at the gate of the steel mill last night. Sasaki had summoned He Dajun to the factory last night, and the two talked for a long time in the office.

"Has He Dajun come out yet?" Lou Bancheng stopped in his tracks.

"He's out. Our people saw him ride his motorcycle back to the courtyard house. He looked calm, just like usual."

Lou Bancheng nodded and waved for the butler to leave.

He was left alone in the study again.

He walked to the window and looked at the gray sky outside, silently doing some calculations in his mind.

He Dajun had just been interrogated by Yagyu Kazuo, who died that very night. The Special Higher Police summoned He Dajun for questioning early this morning, clearly having anticipated this possibility.

But the fact that He Dajun was able to come out unharmed means that they have no evidence.

This is what makes He Dajun so formidable.

He can not only kill people, but he can also kill people without leaving any evidence against them.

Yagyu Kazuo had just left his house when he was blown up on the street. Anyone with a normal mind would think that He Dajun couldn't possibly be the murderer.

Who would kill the person who interrogated them on the very day they were interrogated?

But He Dajun dared to do it. And he did it.

Moreover, when interrogated, he could remain calm and speak his mind more sincerely than the interrogator.

Of course, most importantly at that time, the fighting power of He Dajun, who was stationed in Jing, was indeed very strong.

If He Dajun wasn't lying, the fact that he could throw a grenade 200 meters last time shows that his strength is definitely at the level of a little tyrant.

Lou Bancheng returned to his desk and sat down, taking out a thin notebook from the drawer.

He added a line to the last page with his pen: "The seventh strike, killing Yagyu Kazuo. The interrogator died on the day of the interrogation, and Sasaki was helpless."