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

A minute later, bullets flew off the gentle slope, sweeping over tents, campfires, and Japanese soldiers who had just been awakened and hadn't yet climbed out of their sleeping bags.

The tent fabric was torn to shreds by bullets, the campfire was swept away and sparks flew everywhere, the cans on the tin stove were knocked away, and scalding soup was splashed on the face of a Japanese soldier next to him.

After the first burst of fire, a large number of people had already fallen in the camp.

The surviving Japanese soldiers crawled out of the tents, and some of them, barefoot, were shot and killed before they could even touch a gun.

The officers were shouting and blowing whistles, but the shouts and whistles were all drowned out by the roar of the heavy machine guns.

No one could hear what anyone was shouting.

The ammunition box was hit and exploded, the sound of the explosion and the gunfire overlapping, and the entire camp was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

After firing two ammunition belts, He Dajun prepared to put away his gun and retreat.

Unexpectedly, the bombers arrived.

It wasn't a reconnaissance plane, but a real bomber, twin-engine, with bombs hanging under its wings, and navigation lights on its belly flashing in the night sky.

They arrived much faster than He Dajun had anticipated, clearly part of the Japanese plan.

After receiving the distress signal from the squadron that it was under attack, the nearby temporary airfield immediately took off with two bombers, which arrived over the camp in less than 20 minutes.

The first bomb landed less than 200 meters behind He Dajun.

The entire hillside trembled at the moment of the explosion, sending rocks and soil flying into the air. The shockwave pushed He Dajun forward several steps.

The second bomb landed in the dense forest, and four or five pine trees around the crater were blown down, their trunks lying haphazardly on the ground.

Then came the third, the fourth, and more bombs followed one after another, the sound of explosions echoing through the valley.

Then the plane dropped incendiary bombs. After the incendiary bombs exploded, they splashed out large amounts of napalm, which burned wherever it touched.

After a pine tree was hit, the entire tree instantly turned into a giant torch, with flames shooting up more than ten meters high, igniting all the surrounding trees.

The fire spread at an alarming rate, turning the entire dense forest into a sea of ​​fire within minutes. The heatwave could be felt from a great distance, and the air itself was distorted and warped by the heat.

He Dajun felt a burning sensation on his back. When he turned around, flames were already encircling him from both sides.

He had no choice but to run towards the foot of the mountain and rush out through the gaps in the sea of ​​fire.

The mountain path was steep and the gravel was slippery. He tripped and fell several times, scraping his knees and arms, but he didn't stop. He got up and kept running.

It was quite a mess.

After running to the foot of the mountain, the ridgeline behind He Dajun had already been engulfed by the fire.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, and the black smoke rose at least several hundred meters high, visible from dozens of miles away.

He Dajun stood by a dry ditch at the foot of the mountain, panting heavily, his face covered in soot and sweat.

The Japanese military uniform he was wearing had several holes burned in it, a section of the brim of his hat was charred, and smoke was still coming out of his left sleeve.

He quickly pressed his sleeves into the wet mud by the ditch to extinguish the sparks, then straightened up and looked around.

He was so focused on escaping when he ran out that he didn't even notice which way he was going.

During that sprint, he rushed down the mountainside, not knowing how far he had run or where he was.

He squatted by the stream for a while to catch his breath, then stood up and climbed onto a small earthen slope above the stream, looking out into the distance.

The fire in Jingzhou was still burning, but it was much farther away than he had seen from the ridgeline.

The city wall faces northeast, while he is currently quite far southwest of Jingzhou.

The fire forced him at least ten miles away, pushing him directly from the edge of the battlefield on the outskirts of Jingzhou to a more remote hilly area.

He Dajun squatted on the earthen slope, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, his mind racing as he calculated the current situation.

But it also shows that they are really anxious.

A heavy artillery regiment was wiped out right under their noses, while the infantry below the mountain were still waiting for artillery support in the assembly area. Instead of receiving artillery shells, they received shells from their own side.

The Japanese commander is probably smashing a cup and cursing in his command post right now.

He opened the system panel. Although no new skills were unlocked, the icons for exchanging heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, explosive packs, and grenades were still there.

Although I felt somewhat tired, the effects of the Life Elixir were still present, and my recovery speed was much faster than that of an average person.

This Japanese military uniform is no longer wearable; it's riddled with holes from the fire, and wearing it out would only raise suspicion.

He then redeemed a new Japanese military uniform through the system and put it on.

After he finished, he stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and glanced northeast.

The forest was still burning, and he was too far from Jingzhou to make it back tonight.

He needs to find a place to rest and wait until dawn before he tries to find his way back.

He found a relatively secluded hollow by the stream, took out the dry food and water stored in the system to replenish his energy, and then leaned against the wall of the hollow and closed his eyes.

The mountain behind me was still burning, and the firelight shone through my eyelids onto my retina, casting a warm red glow.

……

It gets light very quickly.

The wildfire was extinguished by a light rain in the latter half of the night. The charred tree trunks were still emitting wisps of smoke, and the acrid smell in the air mixed with the damp, earthy odor, like a pot of overcooked herbs.

He Dajun sat up from the ditch, stretched his stiff shoulders, ate some dry rations and drank some water, and then groped his way back northeast along the ditch.

As we climbed the ridgeline, the sun had just risen from behind the hills to the east, and the morning light shone on the walls of Jingzhou, turning the ruins of the bombed-out city towers a dark red.

The defenders on the city wall were still there. Some were carrying sandbags to the breach, some were bandaging the wounded, and some were lying motionless behind the battlements, whether asleep or dead, no one knew.

The Japanese attack began less than an hour after dawn.

First came the tanks.

At least ten Type 97 tanks rolled across the open ground, the dust kicked up by their tracks swirling in the morning light. The turrets slowly rotated, and the gun barrels were aimed at the section of the city wall to the left of the city gate that had been half-collapsed by heavy artillery fire.

Behind the tanks followed a dense swarm of infantrymen, their helmets reflecting a dark green light in the morning sun, resembling a moldy mushroom spreading towards the city wall.

The combined arms tactics of infantry and tanks were the most threatening offensive method to the defenders of the Great Xia.

A tank is now a huge threat.

The tanks opened fire very quickly.

The shells slammed into the city wall, sending bricks and rubble flying everywhere. Another section of the city gate collapsed, and several soldiers carrying sandbags were thrown by the blast wave and landed motionless on the pile of rubble.

The infantry behind the tanks began their charge, spreading out into skirmish lines and covering each other as they advanced toward the breach in the city wall.

The crooked-handle machine gun was mounted behind the tank wreckage, and bullets swept across the city wall like water.