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

The next day, Xu Jiande did not wait until dark.

He lay in the cellar until noon, when the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a pale light that made the puddles in the alley glisten.

He sat up, ate some decent dry rations, drank a few mouthfuls of cold water, wiped the knife, tucked it behind his waist, and left the cellar.

The reason we drank cold water was that we couldn't light a fire, because if we did, the Japanese would find out.

Therefore, this is also very annoying.

Xu Jiande has made up his mind today; he's going to pull off a big, ruthless heist.

There was a Japanese camp in the north of the city. He had scouted the location before. It was on the east side, right next to the riverbank. It was surrounded on three sides and faced the road on the other. There were two heavy machine guns at the camp gate, and a semi-circular sandbag fortification had been built.

The camp was quite large, with several motorcycles and a cannon parked inside.

Xu Jiande had a good night of killing and became bolder, so he decided to go during the day.

He was wearing that old dark coat, with a hat he'd taken from the corpses of puppet soldiers pulled low over his head, and he was walking north along the riverbank.

During the day, Jingzhou is like a burned-out ghost town; there are almost no living people on the streets, and even stray dogs hide in the shadows.

A breeze blew from the river, carrying a damp, cold, and fishy smell.

He walked slowly, like an ordinary passerby, only his steps were much lighter than others.

Two alleys away from the camp, he crouched behind a section of broken wall and released his senses. There were about twenty living creatures on the other side of the wall. A few were near the sentry post, three or five were behind the barracks, and the rest were gathered in an open space in the middle, breathing heavily and roaring.

It looks like they're practicing.

Xu Jiande didn't take a detour; he walked close to the wall until he reached the earthen slope to the west of the camp.

The slope was not high, and it was covered with half-withered weeds and a few piles of broken bricks.

There were no guard towers on the slope, nor any barbed wire. However, the atmosphere was more relaxed at the moment, and the sentries were somewhat distracted.

The Japanese probably thought that no one would launch a sneak attack in broad daylight.

Xu Jiande climbed up one of the walls like a snake, crouched down at the top of the slope, and there was the back wall of the barracks in front of him.

He peeked over the wall and saw no guards behind him. All the guards were watching the drills from the front. He then slid down the wall and landed at the back of the camp without making a sound.

Behind the barracks were dozens of empty wooden crates and two broken oil drums. He walked close to the clutter and circled around to the west end of the barracks.

A Japanese soldier was squatting in the corner smoking, his back to him, his gun resting against a box next to him.

Xu Jiande approached from behind, grabbed his chin, and slit his throat with a knife.

After he was knocked down, he heard slogans still being shouted in the open space ahead, but no one was paying attention to this side.

He continued to circle around.

The camp was indeed small, with two rows of barracks and a flat area in the middle.

Xu Jiande squatted at the corner of the second row of houses and saw several Japanese officers standing by the open space, hands on their hips watching people practice. A dozen or so Japanese soldiers were lining up to practice bayonet fighting, while two others were feeding ammunition boxes.

The cannon was parked at the outermost part of the barracks, its barrel covered with a tattered canvas, and two guards stood beside it.

Xu Jiande spotted the cannon. It was a Type 92 infantry gun that the Japanese had dragged from the Liao River in 1942. Its iron wheels were pressed against the ground, and the gun carriage was black and heavy.

Xu Jiande emerged from around the corner, making no attempt to conceal himself, and walked directly toward the two guards.

The guard saw him from afar, but didn't raise his gun immediately; he just shouted something.

Xu Jiande didn't respond, his steps unwavering. The guard had barely raised his gun when Xu Jiande was already upon him, flicking the barrel with his left hand and flashing a blade with his right, and the man fell.

Another guard tried to fire, but Xu Jiande flicked his knife, which plunged straight into the guard's throat.

Before he even fell, Xu Jiande was already in front of the cannon.

Xu Jiande did not dodge.

He tucked the knife at his waist behind his back and took a step forward.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, the pool of dark red water in his dantian rippled as if blown by the wind, and an extremely dense and cold substance seeped out from between his bones.

He urged it on with all his might, unleashing all the killing intent he had accumulated during his time in Beijing and Jingzhou.

The moment that aura emanated, the two Japanese soldiers closest to him froze.

It wasn't fear, it was that his body wouldn't obey him. It was like putting your hand into ice water in winter; before your fingers even felt the cold, your tendons had already cramped up. A Japanese soldier with a bayonet had only taken two steps when his legs gave way, and he tripped and fell, his knee hitting a sandbag.

Another gun was pointed at him, his finger on the trigger, but he couldn't pull it down; his entire arm felt like it was covered in invisible mud.

This is precisely because Xu Jiande became a Foundation Establishment expert, which further enhanced the power of his previous area-of-effect attacks.

Xu Jiande gave them no chance to recover. He threw grenades at the crowd with both hands as if they were free. He threw them fast and at sharp angles, and all the grenades landed in the densest part of the Japanese troops.

With a loud bang, two soldiers were blasted off the ground, their caps flying into the air. Another bang, and the bayonet-fighting formation broke in half; several survivors crawled erratically on the ground.

He continued throwing quickly.

The third and fourth bullets blasted the playground full of craters. The fifth bullet landed next to the ammunition box, knocking half a box of bullets and two Japanese soldiers who were feeding it away.

The sixth one was even more devastating, rolling directly into the barracks entrance and blasting the wooden door and shards of glass outwards.

The few remaining Japanese soldiers who could still move wanted to run, but their legs were weak, and they ran unsteadily.

Xu Jiande drew his sword and chased after them, slashing them one by one from behind. He grabbed the last one by the back of his collar and threw him into the still-lingering smoke, then with a flick of his wrist, the sword drove into his back.

After quickly eliminating the Japanese soldiers, Xu Jiande didn't rush to leave; instead, he went to check on the cannon.

The Type 92 infantry gun was still standing there, half of its gun cover torn off, with several pieces of broken belts pressed under its wheels.

He reached out and ripped off the gun cover, then kicked aside the shell box next to him. There were still six shells left in the box, and the grease on the bronze casing hadn't been wiped off.

Xu Jiande smiled.

This thing is better than a knife. He bent down and hugged it, lifting the entire cannon off the ground. The iron parts on the cannon carriage rattled, as if sighing.

He carried the cannon and headed south of the city.

Xu Jiande ran extremely fast. Even with a cannon weighing five or six hundred pounds pulling him down, his steps remained light, as if he were pulling a bundle of firewood.

Meanwhile, Xu Jiande, armed with cannons, headed south from the north of the city. He didn't stop to rest along the way, his steps were quick, but his breathing remained steady.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his strength no longer relied solely on his muscles. The dark red liquid in his dantian could force power out of his bones, spreading along his shoulders and back into his arms. Carrying that cannon was easier than carrying two bags of rice during the Qi Refining stage.

He stopped when he was about two miles away from the Jingzhou Command Headquarters.

This place used to be a water plant. To the west was a row of half-collapsed brick buildings, and to the east was a small hill with a flagpole standing upright on the top.

Xu Jiande set up the cannon behind the brick house, directly facing the Japanese headquarters to the south.

He placed his hand on the cannon barrel and poured demonic energy into it.

The rifling inside the cannon barrel was polished to an extremely fine point by the demonic energy, making a buzzing sound.

He closed his eyes and released his senses.

This is to see if we can achieve precise bombardment.