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

Last night, Xu Jiande threw no less than twenty grenades there, and ran away after they were detonated, but later he thought about it.

I just felt something was off about that place.

An ordinary barracks wouldn't have three machine guns mounted on the roof, and an ordinary outpost certainly wouldn't have lights on in the middle of the night.

He needs to figure out exactly what that place is.

But you can't ask during the day; you can only go at night.

In addition, there are two other objectives.

This involved posting warning letters at several major intersections and near Japanese strongholds, and also killing some Japanese soldiers to "implement" the contents of the warning letters.

If you just leave a message without killing anyone, the Japanese won't take it seriously; if you just kill someone without leaving a message, the deterrent effect will be much weaker.

In short, they killed and left a message.

One plus one is greater than two.

After walking for about half an hour, Xu Jiande finally saw the outline of the courtyard house in the distance.

It's completely different from when he left last night.

When he escaped by scaling the wall last night, this place was riddled with holes, with broken bricks, tiles, and charred wood everywhere. The courtyard was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood. The roofs of the rooms whose doors he kicked open one by one were even half blown off by the shockwave.

But now, those ruins have been completely cleared away.

The broken bricks were neatly piled in the corner, the charred wood was gone, and the craters on the ground had been filled in.

Two brand-new wooden doors were installed at the entrance of the courtyard. The doors were covered with sheet metal, and the Japanese characters were painted in white on them, clearly visible under the electric light.

Four sentries stood at the gate of the compound. They were armed with Type 38 rifles, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the lamplight. They stood in perfect posture, rifle butts on the ground, bayonets pointing upwards, motionless.

Their gaze swept across every corner of the street with a steady frequency, changing their observation direction every few seconds, leaving no blind spots.

But none of these were the reasons that made Xu Jiande stop.

What made him stop was the intense palpitations in his heart.

At this moment, Xu Jiande was still three or four hundred meters away from the courtyard, separated by two alleys. He hadn't even seen the full view of the electric light at the courtyard gate when his body reacted.

The hairs on my body stood on end instantly, and a dense layer of goosebumps rose on my skin.

The demonic energy in his dantian began to surge violently, as if it had been provoked by something, or as if it was desperately warning him.

very dangerous.

Xu Jiande's legs began to tremble; it was an automatic reaction from his body.

It felt like an ice pick pierced through the tailbone, went up the spine, all the way to the back of the head, and then exploded inside the brain.

This feeling was stronger than the demonic energy rampage that afternoon, but its nature was completely different.

The afternoon's incident was from the inside out; it was my own anger that ignited the demonic energy, which in turn burned my body.

But this time it's from the outside in; something is outside, somewhere in the darkness, being sensed by the demonic energy.

His body was afraid for him; it reacted before his brain even realized the danger.

Sweat seeped from his forehead, trickled down his cheeks, and dripped onto the bluestone slabs.

Xu Jiande gritted his teeth until his cheeks ached, forcing himself to calm down, and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the courtyard house.

He saw it.

The four sentries at the gate were just the visible ones; there were many more inside the courtyard.

He could sense that there were several people walking back and forth in the courtyard, and there were also some on the roof, at least three or four points.

These were not ordinary infantrymen; their breathing was steady and slow, and their heartbeats were also steady and slow.

This is the kind of rhythm only the super elites have.

One of them was on the roof directly above the courtyard gate, breathing very lightly and slowly; Xu Jiande could barely sense his presence.

almost.

Then he sensed something even more deadly.

It's a machine gun.

At least three machine guns were positioned at the three corners of the yard.

The gun barrels were all pointed out of the courtyard gate, creating a crossfire.

This is completely different from last night's setup. Last night, it was a makeshift firing point, and the machine gunners only ran up there after hearing gunfire.

But tonight these machine guns are in pre-positioned positions, under cover, and have been carefully arranged.

These machine gunners are now behind the machine guns, their fingers on the triggers, ready to fire at any moment.

Xu Jiande's gaze continued to extend into the courtyard.

In the very center of the courtyard, he vaguely sensed a very faint presence.

That aura was completely different from the others; it had an indescribable sense of danger, more dangerous than the three machine guns combined.

He couldn't describe what it was, but when the demonic energy sensed that aura, the surging in his dantian reached its peak.

Xu Jiande withdrew his gaze, took several steps back, and retreated until he reached the corner of the alley, where he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

He looked down at his hands; the hairs on the back of his hands were still standing on end, and the goosebumps hadn't subsided.

I know that I was able to sneak in and bomb everything last night because the other side was completely unprepared.

This courtyard house was just an ordinary outpost at the time. Although it had quite a few people and heavy weapons, it was still caught off guard by Xu Jiande's attack.

But after last night's attack, this place has been completely transformed into a fortress.

A trap was set just for him to walk right into it.

However, Xu Jiande was even more excited. A fire seemed to be burning inside him, burning uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress his excitement as well as his fear.

Excitement and fear are both emotions, and emotions can affect the stability of demonic energy.

What he needs now is calm, absolute calm.

Xu Jiande retreated to a safe position and took out the warning letters from his pocket.

I selected a conspicuous wall not far away and quickly pasted it there.

They then went to prominent locations on several other streets and posted warning signs there as well.

Having done all this, he decided to stir up trouble and alert the enemy.

Soon, Xu Jiande went to another Japanese outpost not far away.

He had scouted this outpost during the day. It was located at the corner of a side road north of Dongsi Street, a bunker made of two sandbags, without a machine gun, and guarded by only three Japanese soldiers.

This time, Xu Jiande did not use cold weapons to kill indiscriminately, but instead planned to carry out an assassination.

At this point, all three Japanese sentries were getting sleepy. Two of them were dozing off against the sandbags, while the other was pacing back and forth with his gun, his steps very slow, clearly also about to give out.

Xu Jiande did not rush over directly.

He circled around to the side and rear of the sentry post, crept over along the shadow of a low wall.

When he was less than three meters away from the nearest Japanese soldier, he emerged from the shadows, gripped his bayonet in reverse, and plunged it into the soldier's lower back.

The knife tip pierced through the kidney, then slid upwards through the abdominal cavity. The Japanese soldier's body stiffened abruptly, then went limp, without even a groan.

The other two Japanese soldiers were still dozing off, completely unaware that their comrade had died.

Xu Jiande gently laid the body down on the ground, drew his bayonet, took a step to the second Japanese soldier, covered his mouth with his left hand, and slashed his throat open with the bayonet in his right hand.

The blade made a soft hissing sound as it severed the trachea and carotid artery, and blood sprayed onto the sandbag, the dark red liquid flowing down the burlap sack's texture.

The third Japanese soldier woke up at this moment.

When he opened his eyes, he saw blood gushing from his companion's throat. He was so frightened that he shrank back and opened his mouth to scream.

Xu Jiande gave him no chance; the bayonet flew out of his hand and pierced directly into his throat.

The knife tip pierced through the Adam's apple, penetrating the trachea and esophagus, and became embedded in the cervical vertebrae.

The Japanese soldier gripped the hilt of his knife with both hands, making a gurgling sound in his throat, his eyes wide open, and then slowly slumped to the side.

It only took about ten seconds.

Xu Jiande squatted down and began searching the body.

Six hand grenades, three magazines, and a Nambu Type 14 pistol in good condition were found on the three Japanese soldiers.

He hung the grenade on his waist, put the magazine in his pocket, and gathered the bolts of three Type 38 rifles together.

Then he lifted the three bodies up and placed them against the sandbags, arranging them as if they were still on guard duty.

He pulled out his bayonet, wiped it clean on the Japanese soldier's clothes, and then put it back on his waist.

After doing all this, he waited for about half an hour.

Finally, two more Japanese soldiers walked along the alley to change shifts.

They saw three people leaning against the sandbag in the darkness, and without thinking much of it, they walked straight over.

The Japanese soldier in front complained something, probably about the previous shift being lazy and not handing over duties.

By the time he got closer and realized something was wrong, it was too late.