The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Xu Jiande supported his shoulder, leaned the body against the sandbag, and casually put the padlock on the front door back in place.

Then he straightened up, looked at the two rows of red brick houses in front of him, tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife with his right hand, and strode inside.

The first room was the duty room. Inside were two Japanese soldiers, one lying face down on the table, and the other reclining on a bamboo chair by the door.

Xu Jiande pushed open the door and entered, first slitting the neck of the person on the bamboo recliner with his knife.

He walked to the table again, and thrust the knife straight into the man's back. The man only managed a very short gasp before collapsing forward.

Then he used his fists again to smash the Japanese soldier's head open. Neither of them woke up, as if they were dead in a dream.

At the same time, Xu Jiande discovered that the Japanese soldiers killed with his fists received more blood and qi.

Simply put, it has a higher absorption rate.

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The second room was a large communal sleeping area. The door was ajar, and inside, there was a mixture of sweat and the smell of medicinal plasters.

Xu Jiande used the tip of his knife to gently pry open the door a crack and slipped inside. A dozen or so Japanese soldiers lay on the communal bed, lined up in a row, their blankets haphazardly draped over their stomachs.

Xu Jiande started cutting from the innermost one, one by one.

He killed with incredible speed. After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his eyesight was almost as good as daytime in the dark; he could see the faces, necks, and throats of the Japanese soldiers clearly, like meat laid out on a chopping board.

The knife slashed across the left side, and before the blood even flowed, the person was already dead.

He doesn't need to cover the mouth or hold the hands down; as long as the tip of the knife touches the mouth and he pulls it out, it's a life.

The whole process was as quiet as the wind blowing through a patch of dry grass, with only the faint gurgling sound of blood gushing from the throat occasionally breaking the silence.

Of course, they also used their fists to kill Japanese soldiers, and their bodies would be covered in blood, which was disgusting.

When they killed the eighth Japanese soldier, one of them suddenly rolled over, put his hand on the person in the next bunk, and muttered something.

Xu Jiande immediately slashed him with a knife, piercing his heart.

The Japanese soldier didn't wake up until he died; he just seemed to shrink deeper into the blankets.

After coming out of the second room, Xu Jiande looked at his hands.

The strips of cloth wrapped around the knife handle were soaked in blood, sticky and gooey, as if they had just been pulled out of the mud.

He shook his hand and walked towards the third room.

The third room was the squad leader's private room, with a half-length curtain hanging at the door.

Xu Jiande lifted the curtain and went in. The squad leader was lying on the bed, the blanket only covering his chest, and a pistol was placed next to his pillow.

Xu Jiande didn't give him a chance to touch the gun. The tip of the knife was inserted diagonally into his temple, and when it was pulled out, a piece of white flesh came out with it.

The fourth and fifth rooms were filled with soldiers.

Xu Jiande became increasingly adept at killing. Eventually, he barely needed to look; he could tell a person's location just by their breathing, and with a swift movement of his knife, they were gone.

The Japanese soldier somehow woke up, sat up from his bunk with his eyes half open, and before he could even see who was in front of him, his throat was slit.

Another person heard the noise and tried to shout, but Xu Jiande stepped over, pressed the back of his head down and slammed it against the bed board. Before he could make a sound, his skull was fractured.

More than fifty people, two rows of houses, he killed them in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

After killing the last one, he stood in the middle of the barracks, surrounded by corpses.

Moonlight slanted in through the window, illuminating the ground at his feet, where a thin layer of blood had accumulated, dark and shiny, like a piece of cold iron. He

He looked down at the knife; the blade was covered in a thick layer of blood and foam, and several cuts had chipped off the edge.

He squatted down, picked up a rag from the ground, wiped the knife clean, and tucked it back into his waistband.

Xu Jiande didn't leave immediately. He went to the outer room and saw a wooden table with documents and a telephone on it.

The table was newly made; the wood hadn't been painted yet. He had a thought, gathered demonic energy in his right palm, and gently pushed it forward.

The wooden table, just half a foot away, seemed to have been cleaved in two from the middle by something. With a snap, it split diagonally, and the documents and telephone on the table slid to the ground, scattering everywhere.

He withdrew his hand, stood at the door, and chuckled softly.

After thinking for a while, he wrote a few words in the blood of the Japanese soldiers, and the wronged souls of the people of Jingzhou returned.

He then leisurely left.

After establishing the foundation, things are indeed different from before.

In the past, it was about having a sharp knife and great strength, relying on muscles and bones. Now, it's about letting your energy flow freely and your strength arise from your mind, allowing you to kill from a short distance.

Once you master this technique, killing people will be quieter, and of course, faster.

Xu Jiande searched the barracks again.

He removed the bolts from several rifles, put the bullets into his bag, took more than twenty grenades, and stripped a half-new woolen overcoat from the corpse of an officer.

Before leaving, he dragged the bodies of the two sentries at the front gate to the base of the wall, hastily covered them with sandbags, then climbed over the wall and went east along the way he had come.

Before dawn, a very faint smell of blood lingered in the air, slowly spreading from the red brick houses and carried northward by the night wind.

Xu Jiande didn't look back. He followed the alley, turning left and right, and disappeared into the deeper, darker streets.

He washed three more times in the middle of the night.

There was a small logistics courtyard on the east side, where a dozen Japanese soldiers and three puppet soldiers lived.

Xu Jiande climbed over the back wall, killed two men who were getting up in the middle of the night, and then sneaked into the house and took care of the rest.

A truck was parked in the yard, with more than a dozen boxes of ammunition in the bed. Xu Jiande opened the truck door, loaded all the useful grenades and magazines into sacks, punctured the tires, and then went out through the front gate.

Next was a sentry post to the north, consisting of two wooden houses surrounded by sandbags.

There were only nine Japanese soldiers inside, warming themselves around a brazier.

The people around the brazier erupted in chaos; some jumped up, others grabbed their guns. Xu Jiande didn't care whether they grabbed guns or not; he had already charged in.

A flash of light from the blade in the brazier, and one person fell; another flash, and another fell.

The remaining few ran away, and Xu Jiande chased after them, stabbing one of them in the back of the neck.

The last point was a temporary checkpoint in the south of the city.

Four Japanese soldiers and a dog. Xu Jiande killed the dog first, then the Japanese soldiers. When he was killing the last one, the Japanese soldier had already fired a shot; the bullet grazed his ear and hit the tin guard post.

Xu Jiande didn't dodge, he just tilted his head and then put the knife into the man's throat.

Four o'clock in the night, about two hundred Japanese soldiers.

Xu Jiande walked back to the cellar; the sky was already turning gray. He calculated that at this rate, the Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou City would take a long time to kill.

Simply put, this speed of killing Japanese soldiers is too slow.

Let's switch to a faster one.

Back in the cellar, he took off his blood-stained clothes and wiped himself with a rag dipped in cold water.

The water was cold, making his skin feel tight. He sat cross-legged and circulated the demonic energy through his meridians three times.

The pool of dark red water in his dantian lay steadily, like a deep pool, calm and undisturbed.

Xu Jiande closed his eyes; this feeling was wonderful.