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

After Xu Jiande killed four more people with his bayonet, the alley fell silent.

A Japanese soldier hid behind half a chimney, sticking his gun barrel out from a crack in the bricks and aiming at him.

Xu Jiande ignored him and continued walking forward.

The man fired a shot, and the bullet grazed Xu Jiande's left shoulder, tearing a hole in his overcoat.

Xu Jiande glanced at the half-finished chimney, then leaped forward, plunging his knife into the chimney opening. Blood splattered from the cracks in the brickwork, and the gun fell out, crashing to the ground.

Gradually, the gunfire became less and less frequent.

They were all killed by Xu Jiande.

It's estimated that no one expected someone to be so fierce, directly bombing the camp with a giant cannon, followed by machine gun fire, and then a knife-wielding rampage. It was simply a mind-blowing attack.

Xu Jiande fought his way from the north of the city to the west, eliminating the Japanese soldiers who had escaped from their camps and hidden in the ruins one by one.

Someone was hiding in the water plants by the river, his face turning purple from holding his breath. Xu Jiande walked over and pressed the knife down.

Someone was huddled inside an empty coffin. Xu Jiande lifted the coffin lid and followed the knife inside.

No one can hide it. His perception is like a lamp, illuminating the entire North Shore.

That night, he bombarded two Japanese strongholds in the west of the city with mortars.

The first one was behind the old theater. After a few grenades, the back wall collapsed. Xu Jiande climbed over the wall and finished off the person he saw.

The second one was near the base of the city wall. Inside, things were in chaos, with Japanese soldiers and puppet troops taking off their uniforms and crawling into the tunnels in the city wall.

Xu Jiande blocked the entrance to the cave, killing anyone who came.

The Japanese soldiers were struggling in their death throes, and the traitors were kneeling down and kowtowing, but Xu Jiande did not stop.

The Japanese soldiers must all be killed, and the traitors should have died the moment they knelt down.

Therefore, they must all be killed, leaving none behind.

He didn't rest from afternoon until late at night. His overcoat was soaked in blood and looked shiny, the mud mixed with blood on his trouser legs had clumped together, and his feet were so sticky that he couldn't lift them.

He stood at the entrance of the last alley in the west of the city, looking at the corpses all over the street, and slowly wiped the knife clean.

The wind in the city grew cold. Fog drifted from the river, spreading over the ruins like a thin veil of mourning, covering this dead city.

Xu Jiande himself didn't quite expect that it would only take three days from the day he bombarded the Japanese headquarters.

For three days, he was like a red-hot knife, pushing from the north of the city all the way to the south, fighting by day and killing by night, giving the Japanese no chance to catch their breath.

The Japanese soldiers in the city initially tried to fight back, driving out tanks and armored vehicles and rumbling along the main streets, trying to block them at some street corner with their iron shells.

Xu Jiande wasn't buying it.

He specifically chose narrow alleys that armored vehicles couldn't enter. He would first bury a few grenades at the alley entrance, and then set up machine guns to sweep the infantrymen out from behind the vehicles.

By the third night, there were very few Japanese soldiers left in the city.

Xu Jiande did not know the specific numbers, nor did he need to know them.

He hid in a dark alley in the south of the city, surrounded by spent shell casings and piles of grenades and magazines he had taken from dead Japanese soldiers. A cold, damp river breeze swept in from afar, carrying a faint smell of blood, as if the entire city were slowly rotting in blood.

He stood up and dragged the last box of ammunition to the alley entrance.

The box of bullets, weighing about a hundred pounds, was brought from a warehouse in the north of the city; he could lift it with one hand. He set up the machine gun again, pointing it towards the main street to the south that led to the river.

Based on the experience of the past few days, if the Japanese soldiers want to escape, they will definitely take this street.

Sure enough, less than two incense sticks' worth of time was spent waiting when a figure appeared at the street corner.

First came a few scouts, carrying guns, crouching low, walking close to the wall. Behind them followed a group of puppet troops, with two three-wheeled motorcycles sandwiched in between. Further back, a dark mass of Japanese soldiers.

As for the tanks, they're gone. Yes, they were all blown up.

The Japanese already had few tanks after winning Jingzhou, and with their preparations for the Battle of Jiangcheng, they have even fewer heavy weapons now, practically none at all.

These Japanese soldiers walked very fast, their footsteps making a chaotic sound, like a pot of boiling water overflowing from the center of the city.

Xu Jiande didn't move. He leaned against the wall and waited until the crowd had all entered the street before raising his gun and pulling the trigger.

Bullets swept across the ground, knocking the first few scouts down as if by a gust of wind, tumbling into the roadside ditch along with their guns. The Japanese soldiers were thrown into chaos again; some ran back, bumping into the soldiers behind them.

The motorcycle overturned on the side of the road, and the Japanese soldier on it was crushed underneath, screaming loudly.

Xu Jiande fired half a shuttlecock, paused, and then fired another half shuttlecock.

He was extremely accurate, always aiming for the most crowded areas. The bullets pierced through the crowd like needles pricking cotton, making a dull thud.

The Japanese soldiers began to return fire. Bullets came from across the street, causing the plaster to fall from the wall where he was hiding.

Xu Jiande didn't dodge, but only took half a step back and raised the machine gun higher.

He heard someone across the way shout, "Iron train, hurry up!" followed by an even louder roar.

At that moment, an armored vehicle finally emerged from the side street, its headlights a stark white, like an iron turtle crawling out of black water.

Xu Jiande had been waiting for this. He threw the machine gun on the ground, pulled out two grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, and crouched down to go around to the other end of the alley.

The armored vehicle was climbing forward, followed by a dozen or so infantrymen.

Xu Jiande ignored the infantry and waited until the vehicle drove into a narrower dead-end alley before he climbed down from a high wall and landed on the roof of the armored vehicle.

The Japanese soldiers in the car heard the noise and tried to reverse, but the alley was too narrow, and the rear of the car got stuck between two walls.

Xu Jiande lifted the hatch, threw in two grenades, and jumped to the side.

With a loud bang, the entire vehicle exploded from the inside, flames shooting out from the gaps, like a red-hot iron coffin.

The infantrymen behind the vehicle then realized that someone had fired at Xu Jiande.

Xu Jiande rolled on the spot, hiding behind a pile of broken bricks, and casually picked up a rifle with a fixed bayonet from the ground.

He didn't engage them in gunfights; he waited until they got close before emerging from the shadows and taking them down one by one with a knife.

This ability to slash people with a knife, without even needing to strike the Japanese soldiers, truly demonstrates that one has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, where the sword energy can be projected outwards.

This kill range is exceptionally large.

In addition, he moved so fast that those people didn't even get a clear look at his face before they fell down one after another.

For the past three days, battles like this have been taking place all over Jingzhou City.

Sometimes he would ambush them, and sometimes the Japanese soldiers would try to surround him, only to be outmaneuvered from behind.

He was alone, like a black fish, swimming around in the deserted streets and alleys of this dead city.

Despite their large numbers, the Japanese soldiers were impossible to keep in check. The moment they scattered, they fell into Xu Jiande's hands.

But now, things have changed again. He alone is blocking the Japanese soldiers and has turned the tide.

That night, Xu Jiande basically wiped out all the Japanese soldiers along the way.

In an instant, the ground was covered in blood.

This, in turn, allowed Xu Jiande to gain more blood energy, enhancing his magical power and thus accelerating his speed in killing Japanese soldiers.

It's like a super acceleration, a virtuous cycle.