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

From the night Xu Jiande began his massacre, the Japanese soldiers in Jingzhou were dumbfounded.

Then, because Xu Jiande was exceptionally skilled, possessed a murderous aura, and had a demonic aura, after he deliberately let some Japanese soldiers go, some people began to say that they had encountered ghosts.

At first, a few Japanese soldiers who had miraculously survived told their comrades that they saw a dark shadow standing in the firelight on the opposite bank of the river that night. The shadow was floating, it didn't move on the ground, and it couldn't be hit by gunfire.

As soon as someone got close, its throat would split open on its own. Strangely enough, two of the survivors died a few days later.

One of them died behind the outhouse, with a knife wound on his neck, just like the one he had slashed with his bayonet.

Another person died on patrol. His companion said he heard him shout "ghost!" When he turned around, the person was already lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and his tongue sticking out.

Rumors spread among the Japanese soldiers that a vengeful ghost had appeared in Jingzhou City, a manifestation of the resentment of the hundreds of thousands of dead Xia people.

It only comes out at night and specifically targets those wearing military uniforms.

He can't be killed by a gun, nor can he be hit by a knife.

Whoever touches it dies, without even a complete corpse.

Some Japanese soldiers prayed in private, while others stood guard at night, refusing to go alone no matter what.

He always shone his flashlight behind him while on night duty, startling everyone. The garrison commander of Jingzhou reported this to his superiors, who replied with only two words: "Silence."

But the silence couldn't be restored; the dead continued to die.

Xu Jiande goes out every night. Sometimes he kills one, sometimes two, and sometimes when he has no other choice, he uses grenades.

The reason why it's said there's no way is because the amount of health points gained from killing Japanese soldiers with grenades and bullets is very limited.

It's not worth it.

Haha, not worth it.

Xu Jiande no longer deliberately selected sentries or focused on attacking strongholds. Instead, he would target anyone who was alone or silent, like a cat chasing a mouse.

He searched the Japanese soldiers' bodies, keeping the useful items and throwing the useless ones into the Qinhuai River.

The bodies in the river had long been abandoned; they simply floated and sank, with only occasional bubbles rising to the surface.

That night, as he came out of a burned-down school in the north of the city, he ran into three Japanese soldiers escorting an old woman forward.

The old woman was so thin she was just skin and bones, her arms were tied behind her back, and she was being pushed around.

The Japanese soldiers made the old woman lead the way, urging her to "hurry up."

Xu Jiande stood in the shadows, remaining silent.

As the three approached, he slipped out from behind the wall and sliced ​​the first Japanese soldier in the back of the neck with a single stroke.

The second Japanese soldier cried out, and Xu Jiande kicked him in the knee, causing his leg to bend at an angle. He fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Xu Jiande ignored him, caught up with the third one, and plunged the knife into his back. He then turned around and slit the throat of the one who had fallen to the ground.

The old woman slumped against the wall, trembling like a leaf.

Xu Jiande put the knife away and bent down to cut the rope on her arm.

The old woman's lips trembled as she looked up at him. The night was dark, and he could only make out a pair of eyes, which were terribly red, like burning charcoal.

"Thank...thank you..." The old lady's throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

Xu Jiande didn't say anything, but took out half a piece of dry food and stuffed it into the old lady's hand.

The old lady took it, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xu Jiande thought for a moment, then handed a hand grenade to the other party, meaning that if all else failed, he would use the hand grenade to blow up the Japanese soldiers.

The old woman nodded, clutching the dry rations and hand grenade tightly, as if she were holding onto a life.

Xu Jiande turned and left.

He walked through several alleys and heard very light footsteps following behind him. He didn't turn around, but slowed his pace by half a beat. The footsteps also slowed down.

"Stop following," Xu Jiande said softly as he stopped.

There was a moment of silence behind me. Then a very low female voice said, "I...I'm not a bad person."

Xu Jiande turned around. A thin girl, about ten years old, stood at the alley entrance, her hair disheveled and her clothes tattered. She looked at him, her voice soft, like a thread in the wind.

"You're different from them," the girl said.

Xu Jiande didn't answer. He glanced at her, took out the remaining half of the dry ration, put it on the ground, and turned to leave.

The girl stood there for a while before running over and picking up the dry food.

She didn't eat, but just stared in the direction Xu Jiande had disappeared, and softly said, "You are that person. The ghost they were talking about."

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Next, Xu Jiande divided Jingzhou City into four districts.

The northern part of the city was where the Japanese troops were stationed the most.

They controlled all the docks and warehouses along the river. During the day, motorboats patrolled the Qinhuai River, and at night, searchlights shone down from the water towers, the beams thick and white, like knives scraping across the ruins.

The eastern part of the city was burned the cleanest, with few places to hide, so the Japanese soldiers went there less.

The south side of the city is full of dead-end alleys and collapsed houses, with many cellars and hidden ditches. Xu Jiande knows that area best.

The western part of the city borders the old city wall and is occupied by a mixed force mainly composed of puppet troops and supplemented by Japanese soldiers. They are weak in combat but numerous in number.

He divided the dead city into many pieces, like dividing a field, and then cleaned it up piece by piece each day.

Starting from the fifth day, Xu Jiande stopped killing people sporadically.

He scouted the location during the day and carried out the operation at night.

He would return to his temporary lodgings before dawn, sleep for two or three hours, get up at noon, circulate his demonic energy three times in his dantian, eat half a piece of dry rations with water, and then go out. He walked with his back straight and his steps light, like a cat that was used to walking at night.

He divided the people he wanted to kill into three categories.

The first rank is the officer in charge.

These people are the skeletons of the Japanese soldiers. If we kill them, the soldiers below will fall into chaos.

The second tier consisted of machine gunners and mortar operators. These men were the enemy's teeth; killing them would weaken their firepower.

He didn't spare traitors or translators either; he killed them on sight without any leniency.

He started with the dock area in the north.

On this day, a small steamship carrying troops was traveling back and forth on the river, and a temporary dock was built on the bank using fir poles.

When Xu Jiande scouted the area, he discovered that every afternoon two Japanese officers, a lieutenant and a second lieutenant, would come to the dock to inventory supplies. They would leave with only four soldiers and return via the same route.

Xu Jiande chose a narrow alley outside the dock as the ambush point.

There's a teahouse at the alley entrance whose facade was blown up, and you can see the direction of the dock from there.

He arrived an hour early, crouched behind the broken window of the teahouse, placed the knife flat on his lap, and stared intently at the alley entrance.

Finally, the group arrived.

The lieutenant walked in front, the second lieutenant followed behind, and four soldiers sandwiched in the middle. They walked quite fast, their riding boots clicking on the stone slabs, looking very proud.

Xu Jiande did not move.

Once they were all inside the alley, he picked up a thin hemp rope that he had prepared beforehand and gently pulled it.

The pile of broken bamboo poles at the end of the alley crashed down, blocking the way.

Several Japanese soldiers turned around at the same time. Xu Jiande had already made his move.

He climbed out of the window and clung to it like a shadow.

The knife was given to the last soldier first, slicing diagonally under his left ribs before he could even utter a sound.

It was an instant kill.

After all, Xu Jiande's strength has improved further.