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

The remaining men reacted quickly, immediately lying down and shouting incomprehensible Japanese words while firing their guns in the direction of the fire.

In the darkness, they could barely see each other's exact location and could only judge the enemy's direction by the muzzle flash and sound.

The two sides began exchanging fire in the darkness, bullets flying back and forth in the air.

The gunshots were so dense, like popping beans, that they were particularly jarring in the quiet of the night.

The dogs in the surrounding alleys started barking wildly.

They were firing indiscriminately.

In fact, this is basically how the battles were fought throughout World War II.

They were just firing indiscriminately. On average, it took a thousand bullets to kill one enemy; most of the bullets just hit air.

Even so, the psychological pressure of the firefight remains immense; the whistling sound of bullets flying past one's ears is enough to terrify any normal person.

What the Japanese didn't expect was that the machine gun on the other side had such intense firepower.

Although loading the crooked-handle machine gun was troublesome, its rate of fire was not slow. Xu Jiande lay prone behind the sandbag cover, channeling demonic energy into his arms. The recoil was nothing to him, and he kept the muzzle firmly in his hand.

For a moment, the Japanese soldiers were completely suppressed and could not lift their heads while lying on the ground.

The firefight lasted for seven or eight minutes.

The barrel of the Type 96 machine gun became hot, and a layer of dark red light could be seen under the moonlight. The area around the barrel was distorted by the heat wave.

Xu Jiande estimated that if he continued firing, the gun barrel would be ruined, but unexpectedly, he ran out of bullets first.

It's difficult to reload in the dark.

He had no choice but to throw away the machine gun, pick up a Type 38 rifle and fire a couple of shots at random, then quickly climb over the three-meter-high wall behind him.

However, Xu Jiande did not go far. He squatted on the wall and waited quietly in the darkness.

After a while, the gunfire stopped.

Seeing that the enemy had stopped firing, the Japanese soldiers assumed they had killed them and sent a few men to cautiously approach.

They approached the sentry post step by step, flashlights in hand and rifles at the ready, and finally found the body of the puppet soldier lying next to the sandbag bunker.

The body was wearing a khaki military uniform, had been shot several times, and was covered in blood.

Several Japanese soldiers gathered around and were somewhat surprised to find that it was actually a puppet soldier.

"Baka!"

A Japanese sergeant cursed angrily. After all that fighting and commotion for most of the night, were they fighting amongst themselves?

"No, it's not a case of our own people fighting each other. This collaborator is a resistance fighter."

The Japanese sergeant drew his command sword and ordered everyone to check the surrounding area for any remaining enemy soldiers. Then, looking at the corpse of the puppet soldier, he became increasingly angry.

He took the rifle from the soldier next to him and stabbed the corpse repeatedly with the bayonet.

Just then, a grenade flew in from outside the wall.

The grenade sliced ​​through the air and landed precisely in the middle of the Japanese soldiers who were surrounding the corpses of the puppet soldiers.

boom!

A deafening explosion. Flames and black smoke shot into the air, and the shockwave blasted several Japanese soldiers to pieces.

The one closest to it was torn apart by the shockwave; its arm flew five or six meters away, hit the wall, bounced back, and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

The others had their necks ripped open by shrapnel, or their internal organs shattered by the shockwave, and were lying on the ground bleeding from all seven orifices.

After throwing the grenade, Xu Jiande didn't even glance at it. He threw another grenade, then jumped off the wall and quickly retreated without looking back.

He ran quickly along the alleyways, choosing to walk through the narrow lanes, a route he had planned during the day.

The Japanese soldiers were stunned by the bomb and it took them a while to reorganize their pursuit. By the time they figured out where the grenade had come from, Xu Jiande had already run through several alleys.

Just then, the shouts of the Japanese soldiers came from the darkness again.

Xu Jiande suddenly stopped and leaned against a utility pole.

The shout came from about two hundred meters to his left, mixed with the clatter of leather boots on the bluestone slabs and the metallic clanging of a gun bolt being pulled.

The flashlight beam swayed back and forth in the darkness, sweeping across the wall at the entrance of the alley and illuminating the blue bricks on the wall in a stark white light.

Xu Jiande frowned.

When I went to the main store to transport grain during the day, I made a point of noting the Japanese defenses in this area. There were clearly no Japanese troops stationed on this street.

Was he temporarily transferred here? Or did something happen?

But never mind.

Since it's the Japanese devils and it's an encounter battle, let's fight first and see what happens.

Xu Jiande took a grenade from his waist, pulled the fuse, and swung it out with a powerful swing.

The grenade traced an arc through the night sky, landing precisely in the direction of the flashlight beam.

He didn't stop, picking two more and tossing them out one after another.

The three grenades were thrown no more than three seconds apart, landing in a fan-shaped pattern that completely covered the area.

After the demonic energy was poured into his arm, his strength became extraordinary.

For ordinary soldiers, throwing a grenade is considered passing if it takes 30 or 40 meters, and excellent if it takes 50 or 60 meters.

The grenade that Xu Jiande threw easily traveled more than 200 meters.

The grenade flew out of his hand like a small cannonball, with a sharp whooshing sound, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three explosions rang out in succession, and flames and black smoke rose into the air from the darkness.

In the flash of the explosion, Xu Jiande saw three or four Japanese soldiers being knocked to the ground by the shockwave. One of them was blown away, hit the wall, bounced back, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped moving.

Streams of heat surged from the direction of the explosion, seeping into the body through the pores.

Unfortunately, the Japanese soldiers killed by grenades only absorbed about 20-30% of the knowledge gained from killing enemies with cold weapons.

Xu Jiande didn't care about the heartache anymore—in this situation, killing as many as possible was the priority, survival was the most important thing.

But just as he was about to emerge from behind the telephone pole, gunshots rang out from the other side.

It's a machine gun.

A tongue of fire shot out from the rooftop opposite in the darkness, and bullets swept towards him like a deluge.

The bullet hit the utility pole, sending wood chips flying that stung Xu Jiande's face.

He instinctively shrank back, rolling almost flat on the ground behind the corner of the alley.

The bullet swept past his heel, hitting the bluestone slab and sending sparks flying.

Xu Jiande leaned against the corner wall, panting heavily.

This is probably not an ordinary patrol team.

An ordinary patrol team couldn't have set up a machine gun so quickly; he must have missed it during the day—there was a Japanese stronghold hidden on this street.

What's worse is yet to come.

The second Type 91 machine gun fired, sweeping across from the other end of the alley. Then came the third.

Three machine guns fired in a crisscross pattern from different directions, the bullets weaving a net of fire in the narrow alley, completely sealing off the corner where Xu Jiande was hiding.

Bullets hitting the blue brick wall sent up brick fragments that pelted him like hail. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and brick dust, making it hard to open his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the courtyard house suddenly turned on.

It's an electric light.

At a time when most of the city was without power, a light suddenly appeared at the entrance of this courtyard, illuminating the road in front of it.

Xu Jiande crouched in the shadows around the corner; if he took just one step out, he would be clearly visible.

His heart skipped a beat.

Electric lights, three machine guns, and a pre-set defensive position.

This is definitely not an ordinary military barracks, nor is it a temporary outpost.

Only important command centers or intelligence stations would have their power supplied at such times.

He may have accidentally stumbled upon some important Japanese outpost.

He didn't know exactly what kind of outpost it was; it might be a safe house belonging to the Special Higher Police, a temporary residence of a commander of a certain rank, or a confidential room for storing classified documents.

But whatever it is, judging from the three machine guns and the flashlight, this place is not simple.

With this thought in mind, Xu Jiande did not retreat immediately.

Xu Jiande was unaware that he had accidentally stumbled upon the command post of the Japanese deputy commander, Yoshio Nagahira.

Even if he didn't know, Xu Jiande knew that he might be caught in a heavy rain.

Instead of quickly evacuating, he swiftly scaled the wall behind him and jumped down.

Now that we've stumbled upon a big fish, we can't leave empty-handed.

Even if we can't kill them with the bombs, we'll turn this place upside down.

Xu Jiande climbed over the wall and rushed into the courtyard of the siheyuan.