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

By the morning of the sixth day, fewer than 500 Japanese soldiers remained in the city.

These 500 men received the order to retreat before dawn.

Xu Jiande squatted on a high slope by the river, holding a captured telescope in his hand, watching the Japanese soldiers hunching their shoulders and hurrying along in the morning mist.

He suddenly smiled.

Then he put down his binoculars and walked toward the few half-wrecked trucks that were parked there.

He then drove a truck and began to pursue the Japanese soldiers. After quickly killing one group of Japanese soldiers, he drove to another group and wiped them out as well. There were still more than a hundred Japanese soldiers left in that group.

After Xu Jiande caught up with them, the Japanese soldiers were almost mentally broken. They offered little resistance and instead knelt down and begged for mercy.

The Japanese soldiers were also afraid of death. They weren't afraid before because they kept winning battles.

Now that they realize they can't win and so many of their comrades have died, they have no choice but to break down.

Moreover, this kind of breakdown is contagious.

……

Seventeen minutes later, Xu Jiande looked at the last Japanese soldier who had fallen and felt his eyes getting hot.

He wiped his hand with his sleeve, which was covered in blood, the stench of which filled his nostrils.

He knew that the Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou were finished. From this day forward, there would be no living person in military uniform left in the city.

He turned and walked toward the city. After a few steps, he saw several dusty-faced people poking their heads out of the cellar. They looked at him as if he were someone who had just crawled out of the ground.

Xu Jiande didn't stop, he just slung the rifle over his shoulder and said in a low voice, "It's alright now."

He didn't know if he could be considered a person.

All he knew was that tonight, he could finally get a full night's sleep.

……

Twenty-two days later, the sound of cannons rolled in from the north, skimming the ground and causing the soil on the city walls to fall down in a flurry.

Xu Jiande arrived in the north of the city before dawn.

Soldiers were crammed into the city gate, their backs pressed against the wall, guns in their arms, some eating dry rations, others dozing off.

He bypassed the crowd and crawled out through a drainpipe that had been opened under the city wall.

Outside the city was a low-lying area, and beyond that were newly dug trenches.

The sky was still gray.

The lights flickered on the northern horizon, as if someone was setting off fireworks in the far distance.

The sound of cannons rang out every now and then, sometimes far away, sometimes near.

When you get close, you can feel the tremors under your feet and hear a buzzing sound in your ears.

Xu Jiande walked along a trench that was about half a person deep. The bottom of the trench was all mud, and it was difficult to pull himself out after stepping in.

Several soldiers huddled around the corner, their faces smeared with mud, making them unrecognizable. One of them looked up, saw him, and paused, then asked, "Which unit are you from? Why are you running ahead?"

"It just came up," Xu Jiande said.

The soldier looked him up and down, asked no more questions, only muttered "He didn't even know he went to the wrong place," and then pulled his head back inside.

Xu Jiande continued walking forward. The further he went, the more people he saw in the trenches.

Some were reinforcing the breastwork, piling sandbags on top of it. Others were squatting on the ground cleaning their rifles, pulling back and forth the bolts in mechanical motion.

A lieutenant leaned against the pit wall, smoking. The red glow of the cigarette butt illuminated half of his face, making it appear to glow intermittently.

He saw Xu Jiande, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot.

"We're going up now," he said, as if he were talking to Xu Jiande, or to everyone else.

Xu Jiande found a slightly higher earthen slope, lay down, and buried his body in the grass.

The field outside the city is flat and offers a good view.

He saw small groups of Japanese troops moving in the distance, like ghosts, appearing one after another from behind the field ridges and disappearing into the bushes.

Further away, there were artillery positions, with cannons set up and their muzzles pointing south.

He counted them; there were at least twelve mountain guns on this side alone.

As the sky brightened, the fog on the river dissipated, revealing the flags on the city tower, hanging limply and gray, with hardly any wind.

Yes, Xu Jiande had already arrived in Jiangcheng at this time.

This was also the famous Battle of Jiangcheng in another time and space, in which the Communist Party mobilized a million people and the Japanese mobilized more than 400,000 people, and the Japanese ultimately won.

This also shattered the Japanese's theory of a quick victory. The Japanese aimed to completely occupy Daxia within three months, but the Battle of Jiangcheng lasted for half a year. Moreover, the Kuomintang troops annihilated a large number of Japanese troops.

What followed was the even more brutal Battle of Xingcheng. The Kuomintang produced a "Tiger General" who killed more than 100,000 Japanese soldiers in the three Battles of Xingcheng. Afterwards, Xingcheng fell and was half burned down by the Japanese.

However, here, the Guo Party organized several new battles, and Hengcheng and Changcheng once again engaged in a brutal defense.

This also effectively confined the Japanese troops to southern Hunan province.

As for now, things have changed quite a bit since Xu Jiande arrived.

Firstly, Xu Jiande was extremely powerful. Secondly, he had killed tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou, many of whom were capable of participating in the Battle of Jiangcheng. However, they died prematurely in Jingzhou.

Of course, the Kuomintang also knew this, after all, the Japanese in Jingzhou had been beaten so badly.

This has greatly boosted the confidence of the entire nation, people, and the people.

Standing in the tunnel, Xu Jiande thought of Beijing. Beijing must have looked like this before it fell. With the enemy at the gates, everyone knew it couldn't be held, but they still had to defend it.

Some people were driven by orders, some felt they could still fight, and many more simply didn't know where to run.

He wasn't here at the time, but the original owner of this body was, at Lugou Bridge, on the way to deliver grain.

However, the original owner of this body was in dire straits at that time, and his strength was also very poor.

Now that he's here, his strength has increased infinitely, so let's ruthlessly kill these Japanese devils.

The sun rose from the east, its light a stark white, shining on the fields and making the land, plowed by shrapnel, gleam.

The sound of the shells falling changed; it wasn't a muffled thud, but a sharp whistling sound that swept overhead.

Then the front line exploded, sending clods of earth and scraps of cloth flying into the air, like someone had thrown a large rock into the ground. Before the sound of the explosion had even subsided, the Japanese infantry moved.

This wasn't the first time Xu Jiande had witnessed a Japanese charge. But this scene was completely different from the small-scale battles within Beijing.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers rushed out of the fog, bent over, guns at their sides, spread out like a swarm of yellow ants crawling out of the ground. More followed, one after another, surging up behind the field ridge.

On the main battlefront, the Kuomintang troops began to fight back.

The machine gun made a crackling sound, like striking metal, and its firepower was intense.

Someone was shouting, but the sound was drowned out by the gunfire; all that could be seen was the mouth opening and closing.

A soldier poked half his body out of the trench to throw a grenade. Just as he threw it, he fell backward as if he had been punched in the face and fell into the trench.

Xu Jiande didn't move; he lay on the earthen slope like a stone.

In a battle like this, it's useless for him to charge in alone. No matter how powerful he is, he can't be a wall.

He had to find the most suitable position, wait until the Japanese were close enough, and wait until they thought the battle was won, before he could insert himself.

So at first, he could only wait, firing his rifle and, of course, throwing grenades wildly.

Shells rained down on this side again and again, half of the earthen slope collapsed, the grass was all turned upside down, and it smelled of fresh earth.

At this moment, Xu Jiande was basically huddled in the pit, with only his eyes showing. He could feel the soil beneath his feet getting hot and could smell the blood in the air getting stronger.

Then he absorbed a large amount of blood and qi, which made his whole body extremely hot.

By noon, a breach had finally been made in the front line.

A machine gun position on the left flank was blown up, killing one gunner and wounding the other.

The Japanese soldiers rushed towards the breach like water finding a crevice. The Kuomintang soldiers ran from the adjacent positions to fill the gap, but they were too late; two waves of them were wiped out.

Xu Jiande made his move at that moment.