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

At this time, the sky will naturally not brighten on its own.

Several searchlights turned on at the same time.

These weren't ordinary streetlights; they were military searchlights, shining simultaneously from the rooftops, the alley entrances, and behind the high walls on both sides of the alley.

The beam of light was as thick as a white pillar, illuminating the entire alley as bright as day, making even the ants on the ground clearly visible.

Xu Jiande subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes.

The demonic energy-infused pupils could see everything in the dark, but they were more sensitive than ordinary people to this sudden, intense light. Their retinas stung painfully, and their vision was a blindingly white exaggeration.

I can't see anything clearly anymore.

Then he heard the sound of a machine gun being cocked.

It wasn't just one, it was several, coming simultaneously from different directions.

The clanging sound of metal colliding was particularly crisp in the dead of night.

"Found him!" someone shouted in Japanese, the voice coming down from the rooftop. "In the dead end! Position three, block the exit; position four, set up the machine gun. Don't let him climb over the wall!"

Xu Jiande's eyes finally adjusted to the bright light.

The other side has already fired.

Da da da.

Xu Jiande simultaneously glanced at the surrounding terrain. The third checkpoint was located at the end of a dead end, surrounded by high walls on three sides, with the only exit being that narrow alley.

The alleyway entrance was now locked by searchlights, and at least four Japanese soldiers were lying on the rooftops. He could hear their breathing and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back.

This was definitely not an ordinary patrol team; they were there specifically to ambush him.

The thought flashed through Xu Jiande's mind, and his body was already moving.

When the mind is moved, the body moves together.

He suddenly lunged to the side, rolling along the ground to the base of the low wall.

The moment he lunged forward, the machine gun on the other side opened fire.

Bullets rained down on the spot where he had just stood, shattering the bluestone slabs and sending fragments and sparks flying everywhere. The rattling of the Type 96 machine gun echoed through the dead-end alley, making one's eardrums ache.

Immediately afterwards, a second machine gun opened fire, sweeping in from another angle. Bullets hit the low wall, and brick fragments pelted Xu Jiande's back like hail.

Xu Jiande quickly returned to the sandbags behind the low wall sentry post, panting heavily.

The searchlight illuminated the wall so brightly that if he leaned out even an inch, a bullet would come after him.

But waiting here is also a dead end.

This was a desperate situation that the Japanese had managed to create with great difficulty.

He could already hear the sound of leather boots coming from the alley entrance; at least a dozen Japanese soldiers were advancing rapidly, preparing to completely trap him in the alley.

We can't wait, we must act.

Xu Jiande took two grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, and threw one towards the alley entrance and the rooftop.

The grenade traced two arcs in the air, then he closed his eyes and poured demonic energy into his legs.

Boom! Boom!

Two explosions rang out almost simultaneously. One of the searchlights at the alley entrance was extinguished, and the beam of light was reduced, causing the alley to suddenly become several degrees darker.

The machine gun on the roof also paused for a moment.

In that instant, Xu Jiande moved and continued to throw grenades wildly.

After three more explosions that killed several more Japanese soldiers, Xu Jiande turned around, faced the three-meter-high blue brick wall behind him, took two steps back, ran, and pushed off the ground.

He stomped his right foot on the wall, crushing the edges of several blue bricks with the sole of his shoe.

Grab the top of the wall with your left hand, use your waist and abdomen to lift yourself into the air.

The moment he climbed over the wall, he heard the thud of bullets hitting the wall below his heels, and fragments of brick splattered on his calves, stinging like needle pricks.

He then tumbled over the wall and landed in the alley on the other side. Without even catching his breath, he took off running.

At this moment, the Japanese machine guns caught up again.

Although Xu Jiande's incredible ability to scale walls left the Japanese soldiers dumbfounded, his excellent professionalism allowed them to immediately follow and fire upon him.

Da da da da.

Xu Jiande was running quickly. The alley was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with back walls on both sides and windows boarded up. He had run less than twenty meters when a beam of flashlight suddenly appeared in front of him.

Japanese soldiers are flanking us from the other side.

Xu Jiande did not slow down, and threw the grenade directly at the beam of flashlight.

The Japanese soldier behind the flashlight beam clearly hadn't expected it to be thrown so far. He paused for a moment, and before he could even raise his gun, the grenade had already detonated.

boom.

Xu Jiande then climbed over the wall again, only to find that there were Japanese soldiers on the other side, and they were also shooting at him. Helpless, Xu Jiande could not climb back over.

All they could do was throw grenades like crazy.

However, the number of grenades is limited.

Soon only one grenade remained, and Xu Jiande had to climb over another wall.

As soon as they went down, they found seven or eight Japanese soldiers in front of them.

Xu Jiande didn't give up and rushed towards the front at top speed, hugging the edge.

The bayonet was thrust upwards into the chin, the tip piercing through the tongue and palate, and directly into the cranial cavity.

The Japanese soldier's finger twitched on the trigger, and the bullet struck the ground at Xu Jiande's feet, sending up a shower of sparks.

Xu Jiande didn't draw his knife. He simply pushed the corpse back to block the second Japanese soldier who rushed up from behind. Then he took the last grenade from his waist, pulled the fuse, and stuffed it behind the corpse.

He turned and ran, but after running seven or eight steps, he heard a muffled thud behind him. A shockwave, carrying blood mist and bits of flesh, sprayed out of the alley and splattered all over his back.

A warm, vital energy surged from the direction of the explosion and flowed into the dantian.

Xu Jiande didn't look back, but sped up and ran forward, passing through two alleys and constantly changing direction.

However, there were still Japanese soldiers everywhere, both in front and behind.

"This is a huge problem!"

Xu Jiande leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

There was only one grenade left, the blood on the bayonet was still wet, the back of the clothes was torn in several places by bullets, and the cut on the calf made by the brick fragments was still bleeding.

He could hear the sound of boots coming from at least three directions around him; the Japanese were tightening their encirclement, moving quickly and in a well-coordinated manner. This wasn't an encounter battle; it was a trap that had been laid long ago.

He had already stepped inside the checkpoint the moment he touched it.

Xu Jiande never expected that the Japanese would make such a big move to deal with him.

Just then, a door in front of them suddenly opened.

"Come with me quickly!"

Someone shouted in the darkness, speaking in Chinese, their voice low but steady.

Xu Jiande followed without hesitation.

It wasn't because of trust, it was because he had no other choice. He sprang up quickly and rushed through the door in two strides.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a gray coarse cloth short jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing two thin but muscular forearms.

He closed the door, and the bolt came down swiftly.

The room was dark, and his face was not visible in the darkness; only a blurry outline and a pair of very bright eyes could be seen.

The man turned around, glanced at Xu Jiande in the dim light filtering through the crack in the door, and then froze.

He recognized Xu Jiande.

To everyone's surprise, the killer who was being pursued and intercepted by the Imperial Army was actually the honest and simple shopkeeper Xu, who ran a rice shop at the entrance of Nanluoguxiang.

However, Xu Jiande did not recognize him.

"Manager Xu, come with me." The man turned around and led Xu Jiande through the main room to the backyard.