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

Xu Jiande crouched low, his steps quick and light. Unbeknownst to the Japanese soldiers outside, he had already slipped into the courtyard.

That's incredibly fast at climbing walls.

In the darkness, they couldn't see clearly. Three machine guns blocked both ends of the alley, and bullets flew wildly.

At this moment, Xu Jiande rushed to the nearest room and kicked the door open.

He kicked the door so hard that it flew off the frame and crashed into the wall inside the room with a loud bang.

He didn't go in; instead, he picked up a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it through the door.

boom!

The grenade exploded inside the house, and sparks shot out from the doorway, mixed with wood chips and dust.

A scream came from inside the house, then there was silence.

Xu Jiande didn't stop, kicking each room along the corridor in the courtyard one by one.

He moved as fast as the wind, kicking open the first door. Inside, someone was screaming in terror in Japanese, but the sound lasted only half a second before being drowned out by the explosion of a grenade.

Someone fired a shot from the third door; the bullet flew past Xu Jiande's shoulder and pierced through a wooden pillar in the corridor.

Xu Jiande leaned against the door frame, took out a grenade, pulled the fuse, and slipped it through the crack in the door.

Then he turned and ran, and behind him there was a loud bang, and all the windows in the house were shattered by the shock wave.

The Japanese soldiers outside the alley also noticed something was wrong. They began firing into the courtyard.

It hit the walls, doors, and windows, sending wood chips and brick fragments flying everywhere.

The footsteps and shouts grew closer; the Japanese soldiers outside were rapidly advancing into the courtyard.

Xu Jiande didn't have time to clean them all up.

He took the remaining four grenades off his waist and started throwing them into the houses on either side of him as he ran.

Boom! Boom! The sound of explosions echoed in the courtyard, and flames lit up and dimmed intermittently, leaving the entire courtyard riddled with holes.

Four or five minutes later, Xu Jiande blew up almost every room in the courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood, and the ground was littered with broken bricks and pieces of wood.

Xu Jiande did not linger in the fight.

The Japanese soldiers outside had already rushed to the courtyard gate, and were almost within reach.

He threw away the pin of the last grenade in his hand. The grenade had already been thrown, but the pin was still hooked on his finger. He flicked it casually, and the metal ring fell to the ground with a crisp clink.

Then, he took a running start, pushed off the ground, and leaped into the air. He used his right foot to push off the wall for leverage, grabbed the top of the wall with his left hand, and used his waist and abdomen to flip himself over the more than three-meter-high wall.

The bullets chased after his heels and hit the top of the wall, splattering him with fragments of blue bricks, but Xu Jiande had already flipped over.

The moment he landed, Xu Jiande ran into the dark alley without looking back.

Behind him came angry shouts from the Japanese soldiers and sporadic gunshots. Bullets hit the wall behind him, scattering fragments of brick.

Soon, the Japanese soldiers rushed to the corner of the wall and started throwing grenades randomly.

However, Xu Jiande naturally wouldn't stay put and wait for them to bomb him.

Without lingering in the fight, they quickly ran over.

At this moment, starting from the courtyard house that Xu Jiande had blown to pieces, many Japanese soldiers arrived, numbering over three hundred, with more pouring in.

Xu Jiande, who had just successfully escaped, had no idea that his casual bombing had killed Yoshio Nagahira, the deputy commander of the Japanese army.

This is absolutely the biggest loss since the Japanese invaded Great Xia.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed over were dumbfounded.

His own deputy commander, on his very first day in Beijing, before he could formally take command and prepare to lead the troops to eliminate the resistance forces within the city, was targeted and eliminated.

The first reaction of everyone present was the same: the resistance had top-secret intelligence and had deployed top experts.

The Special Higher Police quickly arrived at the scene, followed by the military police, the duty officer from the General Staff Headquarters, and the military doctor.

They stood in the courtyard of the courtyard house, which had been reduced to ruins by the bombing, looking at the broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground and the still-smoking roof beams, and no one could say a word.

The flashlight beam swept back and forth across the ruins, illuminating patches of dark red bloodstains and scattered fragments of documents.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, mixed with the burnt stench of wood, making one's eyes sting.

Everyone's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the innermost room in the courtyard. Nagahira Yoshio's body had already been carried away, but a large pool of blood remained on the ground.

The bloodstains stretched from inside the house all the way to the courtyard, leaving a shocking dark red trail.

The silence lasted for a long time, and no one dared to speak first.

Finally, the highest-ranking officer present, a colonel, turned around, looked at the officers in charge of security at the command post, and said only one sentence: "You know what it means that His Excellency the Commander has been murdered."

The officers' faces were as white as corpses in the moonlight. They knew, of course, what this meant.

Everyone knows what awaits them.

He will be court-martialed.

According to Japanese military law, if the command post was attacked and the commanding officer was killed, the officer in charge of security would be fully responsible and would all lose their heads.

However, Japanese officers, especially those of non-commissioned officer rank and above, who upheld the Bushido spirit, would likely choose to commit seppuku.

To atone for the sin of dereliction of duty with the last shred of dignity.

Everyone present knew that the fates of these colleagues were already sealed.

On the other side, knowing that the Japanese soldiers couldn't chase him out of the courtyard, Xu Jiande didn't run in a hurry.

Half an hour later, Xu Jiande returned to the vicinity of his own courtyard house.

He didn't go straight into the courtyard. He squatted at the entrance of the alley for a while to make sure that no one was following him and there was no unusual noise nearby before walking to the courtyard wall.

He took a few steps back, ran up, pushed off the ground, grabbed the top of the wall, used his waist and abdomen to power his way over the wall.

When he landed, his knees bent slightly, and his feet made a very soft thud as they touched the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

The entire courtyard was quiet, and all the doors of each household were tightly closed.

It seemed that no one was awakened by the distant gunshots, or rather, even if they were, no one dared to come out and see.

Xu Jiande walked to his front door and pushed it open.

The door was locked from the inside. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock, the door opened a crack. Bai Ling, who had been waiting behind the door, knew he had returned when she heard footsteps in the yard.

Xu Jiande slipped inside, closed the door behind him, and bolted it shut.

"Who is it?"

Bai Ling's voice came from the bedroom, low and wary.

"It's me," Xu Jiande said softly.

Bai Ling came out of the bedroom.

The kerosene lamp was not lit, and her expression was not visible in the darkness, but her voice was a little more relaxed than before.

She walked up to Xu Jiande, looked him up and down, and made sure he wasn't injured.

Xu Jiande only had a rifle, a pistol, and plenty of ammunition on him. But he was out of grenades.

That night, at least thirty grenades were thrown.

So I brought four with me when I went out, but now I don't have any left.

If it weren't for that mysterious Japanese outpost at the end, the fight would have been even more successful.

Including the two I left with Bai Ling before I left, I still only have two now.

However, he seized more than just these items. He also found a rifle, a Mauser pistol, some Japanese yen and silver dollars, and several watches and pocket watches on the Japanese soldiers' corpses.

Xu Jiande poured all of these onto the table, making a very faint sound in the darkness.

Bai Ling listened to the clanging of metal, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "So many?"

Just then, Xu Jiande suddenly trembled violently.

A surge of heat welled up from the deepest part of his body, as if someone had lit a fire in his dantian.

That surge of heat was more intense and turbulent than any other blood and energy replenishment after killing an enemy. It started from the dantian and flowed wildly through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Xu Jiande's fingers began to tremble, his knees went weak, and his whole body shook uncontrollably, like he had malaria.

He braced his hands on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning purple from the force of his grip.

Bai Ling was startled by Xu Jiande's appearance and quickly reached out to support his arm, but was immediately shaken away.

Startled, Bai Ling asked with obvious worry in her voice, "What happened to you? Are you hurt?"