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

Now Xu Jiande basically understood what was going on. He figured that traitorous dog was coming again tonight, probably to force himself on women, or maybe even threaten them.

Xu Jiande remained silent for a moment, then looked down at the corpse on the ground.

The puppet soldiers killed someone's husband, and now they're bullying a widow, asking, "Do you have anyone else in your family?"

The woman shook her head, saying that she was all alone at home. Her husband had died, her parents-in-law had passed away years ago, and her family lived outside the city; she didn't know if they were alive or dead.

Xu Jiande thought for a moment, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket, placed them on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and said, "Take this money and use it carefully."

The woman looked at the few banknotes, then at Xu Jiande, her lips moving as she refused his money.

Xu Jiande added, "If this person dies, the Japanese will investigate. I will take him away, and when the Japanese ask, I will say I have never seen this person."

The woman said she understood, and then asked Xu Jiande, "My benefactor, may I know your name?"

Xu Jiande thought for a moment and said, "We're all compatriots, there's no need for you to know my name. Knowing my name won't do you any good."

He then dressed the corpse in the puppet army's clothes, buttoned them up one by one, and then took the rifle that was placed in the corner and hung it on the corpse.

He lifted the corpse by the arm, draped the corpse's arm over his shoulder, and with his other hand around the corpse's waist, dragged him up from the ground.

From a distance, it looks like someone is helping a drunken companion.

"After I leave, close the door and don't come out no matter what noises are going on outside," Xu Jiande said to the woman, then, supporting the corpse, he pushed open the door and walked into the night.

The woman watched his figure disappear into the darkness, then slowly stood up, closed the door, bolted it, leaned against the door, covered her mouth, and cried silently.

Xu Jiande carried the body along the alley towards Dongsi Street.

The corpse's head slumped on his shoulder, blood still dripping from its mouth, running down Xu Jiande's shoulder and leaving a trail of dark, damp stains on the bluestone slab.

He walked at a moderate pace, with a steady gait, as if he were genuinely helping a companion who had drunk too much.

After being tempered by demonic energy, Xu Jiande's strength was far greater than that of ordinary people. He could lift a 120-pound dead body without feeling any weight.

As we approached the crossroads, a shout in Japanese language came from the darkness.

Xu Jiande quickly lowered his head and shouted in a slurred voice, "Imperial Army! Our captain has had too much to drink!"

A beam of flashlight shone on him and the corpse. The light was blinding, and Xu Jiande squinted, his face contorted with fear and trepidation.

The flashlight beam shone on the corpse's khaki military uniform, clearly indicating that the person recognized them as "one of their own."

A Japanese soldier walked over, holding a flashlight and muttering to himself, probably complaining about being so drunk in the middle of the night.

He walked up to Xu Jiande and shone a flashlight on him.

Upon discovering that Da Huang's face was deathly pale and there was blood and foam at the corner of his mouth, he realized he wasn't drunk and his eyes widened instantly, his mouth opening as if to shout.

Xu Jiande didn't give him a chance to shout.

He released his grip on the corpse, letting it slide to the ground, while simultaneously throwing out his right fist.

The punch landed squarely on the throat, the location so precise it looked like it had been measured with a ruler.

The fist slammed into the Adam's apple, making a crisp cracking sound. The Japanese soldier's mouth was still open, but the sound was blocked in his trachea by the broken Adam's apple, and he could only make a few muffled gurgling sounds.

His eyes bulged out, and the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground, rolled twice, and the beam swept across the sky, illuminating a cloud of flying dust.

Xu Jiande did not stop.

He pulled the bayonet from the corpse of the puppet soldier and, like an arrow released from a bow, lunged at the Japanese soldier standing still at the other end of the flashlight beam.

Before the Japanese soldiers could react, their flashlights flashed, and their comrade suddenly collapsed. Then, a dark figure rushed towards him at incredible speed.

He instinctively tried to raise his gun, but the bayonet had already plunged into his stomach.

He pulled the knife out, then stabbed it again, this time into the heart.

The blade went all the way in, and when it was pulled out, there was a bit of flesh on the tip of the blade.

The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, making almost no sound.

But there were still people at the sentry post.

The fixed sentry post at the crossroads had two sandbag bunkers, behind which was a makeshift guard post made of wooden planks and canvas, where three Japanese soldiers were stationed.

The sound of their comrade falling to the ground startled them, and three Japanese soldiers rushed out of the guard post, carrying Type 38 rifles.

Xu Jiande didn't give them time to organize their formation and charged straight in.

His speed and strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. He shot out like a cannonball, his bayonet gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Before the first Japanese soldier could even raise his gun, he was stabbed through the neck with a knife.

The knife tip pierced through the left side of the throat, angled upwards, passing through the base of the tongue, and all the way to the bottom of the skull.

Xu Jiande drew his knife and slashed at the second Japanese soldier's face with a backhand strike, the blade cutting from his left temple to his right chin, splitting his entire face in two.

The third Japanese soldier was terrified and turned to run, raising his rifle as he ran, ready to fire.

It was impossible to aim accurately in the dark. The Japanese soldiers were human too; they couldn't see clearly at night. From a distance of more than ten meters, all they could see was a blurry black shadow.

The Japanese soldier fired a shot; the bullet flew past Xu Jiande's ear and hit the sandbag behind him, kicking up a cloud of sand.

Xu Jiande chased after him and plunged his bayonet into the back of his neck, killing him instantly.

All five Japanese soldiers died.

Xu Jiande stood next to the guard post, panting heavily.

Streams of heat gushed from the five corpses, seeping into his body through his pores and flowing along his meridians to his dantian.

This heat was even stronger than the heat that killed those Japanese soldiers in the afternoon. When cold weapons kill, the life force is absorbed more completely, unlike a grenade explosion which would dissipate most of its energy.

Xu Jiande felt warmer all over, and the demonic energy in his dantian grew stronger.

He did the math: from the time he transmigrated until now, he killed three people at Lugou Bridge, three more while rescuing Bai Ling in the alley, over thirty more when the ancestor forcibly elevated him to the Foundation Establishment stage, plus four plainclothes officers, two grenades, and now…

Roughly calculated, they have killed about sixty or seventy Japanese soldiers.

We're still far from the 100,000 that Blood Ancestor mentioned, but we're not far from 100.

Xu Jiande squatted down and began searching the body.

He took all the grenades off the Japanese soldiers and hung them on his waist. He then rummaged through the Japanese soldiers' ammunition pouches and found more than a dozen magazines, which he wrapped in a rag and stuffed into his clothes.

They didn't even leave the valuables behind: several Japanese yen and silver dollars, a few pocket watches, and a dagger in good condition.

He stuffed them all into his pocket and then removed the Type 96 machine gun from the sandbag bunker.

After doing all that, he picked up a Type 38 rifle and fired two shots into the night sky.

The crisp gunshots rang out in the quiet of the night, like two huge bombs exploding, the sound bouncing through the alley and carrying for miles.

Then they set up the Type 96 machine gun and aimed it at the direction of Beixinqiao.

He noted down the location of the temporary military camp during the day.

Sure enough, the gunfire alerted the Japanese soldiers in the barracks.

Less than two minutes later, a rapid whistle sounded, followed by chaotic footsteps and incoherent shouts.

Several beams of flashlight beams flickered in the darkness.

Soon, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed out from the direction of the barracks. It was about the size of a squad, at least thirty or forty men.

They ran towards the checkpoint with their guns in hand, their formation spread out so wide that their exact location was obscured in the darkness; only the beams of flashlights and the shadows of people could be seen moving about.

Someone was speaking loudly in the darkness in Japanese, probably asking what had happened and who fired the shot.

Xu Jiande did not answer. He lay down behind the sandbag bunker and aimed the muzzle of his Type 96 machine gun at the Japanese soldiers.

Then he pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da!"

The machine gun spat out a long tongue of fire, and bullets swept towards the Japanese soldiers like a deluge.

The muzzle flashes in the darkness were blinding and bright, the whistling of bullets cutting through the air and the sound of fragments hitting the brick wall blended together.

Keep going, "Da da da!"

Those Japanese soldiers never expected that the machine gun on their post would fire on their own men.

The first three or four people were instantly shot down; some were shot through the chest, and others were shot in the abdomen, and they fell to the ground.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

He was killed.