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

Xu Jiande quickly focused his attention on the lieutenant colonel named Yamamoto.

He heard about this person from Wang Xiaoyong.

That night, he went to Wang Xiaoyong's place to inquire about Liu Haizhong's situation. Wang Xiaoyong said that Liu Haizhong was still alive and out of immediate danger, but the military police had recently changed their deputy captain, a lieutenant colonel named Yamamoto, who was different from the previous one.

Xu Jiande asked why it was different.

Wang Xiaoyong said that Yamamoto was transferred from Northeast China by Sasaki Maki. He was in charge of maintaining order and suppressing the resistance in the Kwantung Army and had a lot of experience in dealing with resistance organizations.

He did three things after taking office:

The first thing was to change the frequency of executions at Caishikou from once every few days to once a day, on the grounds that "deterrence cannot be intermittent."

The second rule stipulated that a certain proportion of civilians must be present at the execution site, supposedly to "let more people witness the consequences of resisting the Imperial Army."

The third thing was to start threatening the traitors who had joined, telling them not to quit.

Wang Xiaoyong spoke calmly as he said this, but he kept smoking one cigarette after another, not even bothering to flick the ash off the table.

Xu Jiande didn't say anything after hearing this, but he memorized the name Yamamoto.

Xu Jiande witnessed the execution twice more later.

Except for the earliest instance, when he was forced to kill a young resistance fighter with his own hands at Caishikou.

I saw him twice more later.

Of course, during the first murder, the young man knelt on the bluestone slab, his back ramrod straight, looking at him with one eye still open. There was no pleading, no fear in that gaze, only anger.

Xu Jiande then went berserk, saying he had a stomachache, and quickly went back to kill many Japanese soldiers.

But the Japanese soldier didn't hesitate and played the coward game with him.

Of course, in the end he won, or at least gained the upper hand.

Even so, a second and third batch of people were killed in the square later. Each time, new bloodstains covered the old ones, layer upon layer, and the bluestone slabs turned from gray to dark brown.

Yamamoto was in charge of all these matters.

Xu Jiande spent three days scouting the location.

On the first day, he took the opportunity of going to the main store to transport grain to get around to the vicinity of the military police headquarters and observed the gate of the military police headquarters from a distance across the street.

The military police station was a three-story building with sandbag bunkers and two permanent sentries at the entrance. People entering and leaving had to show their identification.

Yamamoto would come out of the building around 6 p.m., dressed in civilian clothes, without any guards, and walk away alone.

Xu Jiande followed him for a while and discovered that he was walking down the narrow alley behind the military police headquarters.

The next evening, Xu Jiande arrived at the narrow alley half an hour early.

The alley was flanked by high walls, one side being the wall surrounding the military police headquarters’ backyard, and the other side being an abandoned clubhouse covered with withered vines.

The alley was so narrow that it was cramped for two people to walk side by side.

There are no storefronts, no residences, and no guard posts at the entrance of the alley.

As soon as it gets dark, the entire alley is plunged into a thick darkness.

He walked back and forth in the alley several times, memorizing every crack in the wall, every corner, and every brick joint where he could step for support.

As expected, Yamamoto appeared again around six o'clock.

He emerged from the side gate of the military police station, carrying a briefcase, and walked north along the narrow alley.

He wasn't tall, but he had broad shoulders and walked with steady, even steps, neither too fast nor too slow. You could tell he was someone who had walked in the army for decades.

Yamamoto was in his forties, with high cheekbones and an old scar on his chin.

Xu Jiande squatted on the wall of the guild hall, sensing the Japanese soldiers lying in ambush nearby, and finally decided to take action.

He was planning a hard assassination. The Japanese were trying to fish, but that depended on what kind of fish they were trying to catch.

At this moment, Xu Jiande shrank into the shadow of the withered vines, almost becoming one with the wall.

After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, his control over his strength had reached a point where he could precisely control every muscle. He could squat on the wall for half an hour without moving, and his breathing was so slow that his heartbeat was almost imperceptible.

Soon, Xu Jiande picked up a stone and threw it hard.

He casually pried the stone out of a crack in the wall while he was crouching on the wall. He channeled demonic energy into his arm, and the stone flew out of his hand with a sharp whooshing sound, hitting Yamamoto precisely on the back of the head.

With a sharp crack, like someone smashing a watermelon with a hammer, Yamamoto's head shattered instantly, his skull breaking into several pieces, white and red splattering all over the wall.

Before he could even utter a sound, he fell straight forward, his briefcase falling to the ground, scattering documents all over the floor, rustling in the wind.

Almost simultaneously, the Japanese soldiers lying in ambush nearby didn't even realize what was happening.

They crouched on the rooftops on either side of the alley entrance, hid behind the broken windows of the abandoned clubhouse, and huddled among the wooden crates piled up in the backyard of the military police headquarters, their eyes fixed on the entrances at both ends of the alley, waiting for the audacious assassin to rush in from some direction.

No one expected the attack to come from above, and even fewer people expected that the assassin hadn't even entered the alley; he had been crouching on the wall, waiting just like them.

The assassin and the ambusher crouched in the same shadow, breathing the same air, completely unaware of each other's presence.

Of course, some elites quickly discovered Xu Jiande's hiding place.

A sniper on the rooftop caught the sound of the stone flying through the air the instant it was released. He abruptly turned his gun towards the wall where Xu Jiande was hiding, and as he pulled the trigger, he shouted, "On the wall!"

The bullet struck the wall next to Xu Jiande, and fragments of brick splattered all over his face.

Xu Jiande moved the instant the gun fired.

It actually rushed forward.

He flipped down from the wall, his knees slightly bent as he landed to absorb the impact, his toes grinding against the bluestone slab, and he plunged into the alley like a cannonball.

He had already pulled the pins on both grenades at the same time, throwing one to the left toward the broken window of the guild hall, and the other to the right toward the pile of wooden crates at the alley entrance.

bang bang.

Two explosions rang out almost simultaneously, flames and black smoke rose into the air in the twilight, and shrapnel and wood chips flew through the narrow alley.

A scream rang out from behind the window, and a Japanese soldier, his face covered in blood, fell from the windowsill; the pile of wooden crates was blown to pieces, and two Japanese soldiers hiding behind it were thrown away by the shockwave.

One of them crashed into the wall and slid down, leaving a dark red wet trail in its wake. The other fell to the ground, struggled for a couple of moments, and then lay still.

Taking advantage of the cover of the explosion, Xu Jiande had already rushed out of the alley.

His speed was extraordinary. After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, the explosive power of his legs had increased significantly, covering a distance of 100 meters in just three or four seconds. Ordinary people couldn't keep up with his figure at all; they could only see a blurry black shadow.

It flashed by in the twilight and then disappeared.

But the Japanese soldiers still charged forward desperately.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto's body was still lying in the alley, his head smashed like a crushed watermelon.