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

This is also why Xu Jiande planned to kill as many as he could that night.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Jiande's target this time was a military base.

There were six Japanese soldiers on guard outside, two gas lamps, a semi-circular bunker made of sandbags, and garrison troops behind it.

The flame of the gas lamp flickered in the wind.

Xu Jiande lay prone behind a low wall about twenty paces from the sentry post.

He pulled a shiny black cloth from his pocket and covered the lower half of his face. The knife had been sharpened that evening; the blade, rubbing against the edge of the cloth, was as cold as ice.

The wind blew in from afar, carrying a musty, rotten smell.

He moved.

It wasn't a rush, it was more like a drift. With a tap of his foot on the ground, he had already moved twenty steps sideways and landed behind the sandbag.

The first Japanese soldier had his back to him. Xu Jiande covered his mouth with one hand, and the blade grazed his Adam's apple. Blood spurted out before the man even had time to tremble.

The second person heard a very faint sound. Just as he turned his head, Xu Jiande had already swept past him, the blade slicing from his left ear all the way to his right neck.

The Japanese soldier's head slumped to the side, his body went limp, and the light from the gas lamp shone into his wide-open eyes, making them look like two frozen black beans.

The remaining four are all on the other side of the bunker.

Someone heard the noise, grabbed a gun, and shouted.

Before they could gather around, Xu Jiande kicked over two sandbags, sending sand flying and hitting the Japanese soldier in the front in the face. Xu Jiande then charged in, his knife piercing the soldier's jaw and exiting through his skull.

The fourth Japanese soldier fired. The gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Xu Jiande's shoulder before entering the room.

It missed, but it served as an alarm.

Xu Jiande didn't turn around. He swung the knife out with his backhand, and the blade pierced the chest of the fifth Japanese soldier. The man fell backward, still clutching the gun in his hand, his fingers already stiff.

The last Japanese soldier was the furthest away and had already cocked his rifle.

Xu Jiande dodged past, grabbed the gun barrel with one hand and twisted it to the side, while his other hand formed a claw and gripped the man's throat.

The Japanese soldier's eyes widened, and he managed to utter a mumbled Japanese phrase. Before he could finish speaking, Xu Jiande ripped open his throat with a flick of his finger.

It all happened in less than a minute.

Xu Jiande stood in front of the sentry post, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

His face was expressionless, blood dripping from the tip of his knife. The blood dripped onto the bluestone slab and quickly seeped into the soil.

Instead of leaving, he squatted down and collected the grenades and ammunition from the Japanese soldiers.

At this moment, Japanese soldiers rushed out of the camp and began asking what was going on.

Clearly, the gunshot had drawn them over. These men were still quite wary; after all, this was Jingzhou, where they had committed heinous crimes.

Xu Jiande still didn't run away.

He stood up, turned around, faced the Japanese soldiers, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's an accidental discharge."

The other party thought Xu Jiande's voice sounded a bit strange and asked another question.

Xu Jiande laughed and said, "I'll fuck your mother."

The other party paused for a moment, but Xu Jiande didn't move.

With a flick of his left hand, a grenade flew from his palm, tracing a long, low arc before landing amidst the group of people on the opposite bank. The explosion ripped through the night, instantly killing three or four people.

Xu Jiande threw a second one, then a third.

The explosion woke up the entire military camp.

Screams echoed throughout the area. Xu Jiande continued his frenzied grenades, throwing eight in one go, nearly obliterating the entire encampment.

Like plowing the land.

Flames erupted one after another, sandbags were overturned, windows were shattered, and several Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out of the barracks were knocked to the ground by shrapnel before they could even see what was happening outside.

This explosion killed at least fifty people.

A wisp of blood essence drifted from the ruins, seeped into his pores, and flowed into his dantian.

Xu Jiande felt much better, and the fire in his chest gradually subsided.

It's a pity he was killed by a grenade, not by a melee weapon. The Japanese soldiers didn't utilize their blood efficiently; it was like trying to catch rain with a large bowl—they caught a lot, but spilled even more.

But for Xu Jiande now, the more important thing is to kill the Japanese devils and dissolve the resentment.

A little less blood and energy is fine, just kill the person first.

After all, there are still so many Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou waiting for him to kill.

Seeing that there were no more Japanese soldiers standing in the camp, Xu Jiande went straight over and picked up a lot of weapons, especially grenades.

He stuffed all his pockets full, hung them around his belt, and removed the bolts from several rifles, throwing them into the ditch, leaving only one on his back.

Only after doing all this did they leave quickly.

The night wind blew by, dispersing the stench of blood from his body.

If anyone saw Xu Jiande at this moment, they would probably be so scared they would wet themselves.

His clothes were covered in blood—large patches of dark red on the front, cuffs, and trouser legs—some areas still damp and glistening in the moonlight.

His face was also splattered with a lot of splatter, and half of his face was covered with a black cloth, but the eyes that were exposed were very calm, like the King of Hell who had just crawled out of hell.

Upon hearing the explosion, Japanese soldiers from other areas immediately rushed to reinforce the area.

Of course, they moved very slowly in the darkness, stopping every few steps, their flashlights sweeping across the ruins, afraid that the attackers might suddenly emerge from some corner.

After all, such a sneak attack shouldn't have been carried out by just one person.

Their formation was spread out, with each person seven or eight steps apart, and their guns pointed in different directions, like a herd of startled deer that would stop en masse at the slightest disturbance.

As a result, a group of Japanese soldiers had only walked a little over a kilometer when several grenades flew towards them.

Xu Jiande had already circled around to their side and rear, crouching behind a broken wall, waiting for them to enter the throwing range before throwing them one after another.

The grenade exploded in the crowd, a flash of light followed by screams and a hail of bullets.

The Japanese soldiers had no idea which direction the grenades were coming from; some threw them forward, some backward, and some lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

After throwing the grenade, Xu Jiande changed positions and threw two more from the other side, causing them to cry out in pain.

That night, Xu Jiande launched thirteen consecutive surprise attacks, killing 327 Japanese soldiers and obtaining 217 units of blood essence.

There was no other way; most of the deaths were caused by grenades, which depleted most of their life force.

Even so, his cultivation level had increased significantly. The gray mist in his dantian had thinned further, but the demonic energy was thicker than yesterday, and the dark red core at the center of the vortex was showing signs of breaking open.

Xu Jiande felt that he was getting closer and closer to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

As dawn approached, Xu Jiande found the entrance to a collapsed tunnel and crawled inside.

It was very narrow inside, only wide enough to lie down in, and the air was filled with the smells of earth and mold.

He sat down against the wall, held the knife to his chest, and closed his eyes.

In the distance, there were sporadic gunshots and sirens; the Japanese were searching for him.

He listened to those sounds and slowly fell asleep.

That's really bold and reckless.