Zhang Sicheng, who was in the middle of the battlefield, did not feel any change in the situation. For him, everything after the war started was just continuous shooting.
Zhang Sicheng bent his bow and shot an arrow again. The arrow brushed past the ear of a tall horse thief and had no effect on him at all. He had no time to lament his bad luck or complain about his weak arms. He could only take out another aluminum alloy arrow from the quiver and put it on the string. The horse thief had barely climbed to the top of the wall and had one foot inside. If he was given another five seconds, he would be able to climb down the wall and step onto the school's land.
Zhang Sicheng gritted his teeth and shot another arrow. With a "puff", the arrow pierced the horse thief's thigh. However, he had leather armor on his thigh. Although the arrow hit him, it did not penetrate deeply. The horse thief was obviously not greatly affected. He just roared and jumped down from the inside of the wall neatly.
The surrounding soldiers fired at the horse thieves who climbed over the wall. Most of them were shot down on their way to the bunker, but a few people led by the tall horse thief took advantage of the gaps in the shooting to rush over.
Zhang Sicheng secretly cried out in despair. The wall was only a dozen meters away from his position. The horse thief roared and rushed towards him, and behind him, more people were climbing over the wall.
"Section 23 of the wall has been breached by the enemy!" Zhang Sicheng knew that it was too late for him to shoot another arrow. He decisively put down his American hunting bow, picked up a crude steel spear from the ground beside him, and shouted.
The horse thief took big steps and charged at an extremely fast speed. He held a large machete high in his hand and stared at Zhang Sicheng. In the blink of an eye, he rushed over ten meters. The distance was so close that Zhang Sicheng could clearly see his broken yellow teeth and dirty beard.
Zhang Sicheng's heart started beating wildly. He really had no confidence that he could fight such a burly man with a spear at such a close distance.
When his spear collided with the opponent's scimitar for the first time, the huge impact made him retreat three steps. His wrist was so painful that he couldn't even hold the spear.
The horse thief attacked again with his knife, and the other two guards around had already rushed over and tried their best to block the opponent's knife with two spears. Zhang Sicheng picked up the spear on the ground, roared, and stabbed the horse thief in the abdomen, but the horse thief was experienced and turned sideways, allowing Zhang Sicheng's spear to pass through his leather armor. Zhang Sicheng's stab missed and he fell forward, landing just in front of the horse thief. The horse thief kicked Zhang Sicheng hard in the waist and kicked him away.
Zhang Sicheng was kicked and fell onto a sandbag. He stood up hunched over despite the severe pain in his waist. When he looked up, he saw a scene that made his eyes bloodshot: the horse thief swung away the spears of two guards, first knocked the one on the left away with his shoulder, then turned around and chopped him down from top to bottom with his knife. The guard on the right had no time to defend himself and was ripped open.
Zhang Sicheng watched the guard's young face reveal an expression of pain and disbelief. He watched his own blood and internal organs gushing out, standing like a sculpture, and then falling to the ground. These were all his students! They should have lived carefree lives on campus, but now they were being slaughtered like pigs by a group of lunatics.
Zhang Sicheng couldn't stand it, he would rather die than be a helpless bystander. This thought burned him like fire, making every part of his body want to explode.
The horse thief wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, spat, and rushed towards another guard. The guard was so frightened that he sat on the ground, trembling all over, and completely forgot to dodge.
"Ah~~" Zhang Sicheng roared and rushed towards the man's back. After all, he was a tall and strong man, and the horse thief's beheading knife was deflected by him, and the man fell down with him.
Zhang Sicheng grabbed the arrow shaft that had shot into the man's leg, thrust it in hard and twisted it, causing the horse thief to scream in pain. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Sicheng casually picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it on the back of the horse thief's head. He didn't know how many times he smashed it in his madness until the splashing blood blinded his eyes and he stopped.
The horse thief was already dead, and Zhang Sicheng then remembered that there was a guard under him. He quickly pushed the horse thief away, only to see that although the horse thief's knife failed to cut the student's neck, it pierced the student's chest when he fell to the ground.
The student was only breathing his last. Zhang Sicheng crawled over to check his wound, but his action caused the student to cough. Blood gushed out of his mouth along with the cough, quickly staining his entire chin red.
"Someone help me stop the bleeding! Medical worker! Medical worker!" Zhang Sicheng shouted for help, but it was useless. People around him were fighting, and all kinds of roars filled his ears, drowning out his voice.
He felt his hand being grabbed by a wet hand, and when he looked down, he saw that it was that student. His hands were covered in his own blood, and now they were also stained with Zhang Sicheng's hands.
“I… want to…” the student tried hard to open his mouth to say something.
"Classmate! What do you want? Tell me, tell me quickly!" Zhang Sicheng put his ear close.
"I'm going to die, I want to go home."
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Ye Zi fell to the ground, watching Morey fiddling with the bandit leader who was also lying on the ground. This guy who wanted to take her back to be his wife was very difficult to deal with. If he hadn't wanted to kill Ye Zi, Ye Zi would have thought that she couldn't defeat him. However, with the bottle of potion thrown by Morey, everyone within a ten-meter radius lost their mobility and fell to the ground.
Morey turned the horse thief over to face up, untied his leather armor, picked up Ye Zi's spear, and placed the tip of the spear against the man's chest. He did all this as if he was fiddling with a little mouse in a laboratory, calmly and efficiently.
The horse thief could still speak. He cursed at first, but when the gun was really against his chest, he begged for mercy. Morley turned a deaf ear to it. He did something like shoveling soil, stepped on the back edge of the gun tip with his foot, and used his hands and feet to push the gun tip into the horse thief's chest.
At first, the horse thief screamed in pain, but as the tip of the gun pierced his heart, his voice stopped abruptly, followed by a gasp and twitch, and then he never moved again.
"May you return to the embrace of the God of Nature." Morey whispered. Ye Zi could see his fingers trembling. Under the calmness like the sea surface, there was a turbulent torrent.
Morey walked towards the remaining bandits who were still alive. The villains who usually killed people without blinking an eye were now crying like children. They tried desperately to move their bodies to escape, but their bodies were like cast in cement and only their mouths and eyes could move.
"May you return to the embrace of the God of Nature." Morley continued to say this, stabbing the remaining people to death one by one. Then, as if he had used up all his strength, he collapsed in front of Ye Zi.
He cut a piece of cloth from the clothes of a dead person nearby and wiped the tip of Ye Zi's gun. "It seems that killing is not an easy thing, even if the people killed are real villains."
Ye Zi tried to struggle to sit up, but her body was completely out of control. After a moment, she had no choice but to give up.
"Sorry!" Morey put down his gun, helped Ye Zi up, and leaned him against a tree in the corner. "This is a paralysis potion used to capture large monsters. I don't have an antidote, but it will wear off in about half an hour."
"Mr. Morey, why are you here? Why do you want to kill them like that? It's like a ritual." Ye Zi asked.
"That's not a ritual." Morey laughed. "I just don't know how to kill people, and I don't want to make a mess, so I used that method."
Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to deal with a lunatic who was talking nonsense. She asked again, "Where are your guards?"
"I have some personal matters to attend to. I'll put you in a safe place first, and you can wait for the potion to wear off." Morey answered the question irrelevantly.
"Private matter? Do you want to go and kill the horse thieves alone?" Ye Zi asked.
"Why did you say I was going to kill horse thieves?" Morey was surprised.
"I don't know either. It may be an intuition. I feel that although you look calm on the outside, you seem to be very turbulent, anxious, and murderous on the inside." Ye Zi said uncertainly.
Mo Lei was silent for a while, then said, "Ji Xun is dead. He died to protect me. I have locked the killer's location, so I am going to go there."
"Uncle Ji... is gone?" Ye Zi's eyes suddenly turned red. Because she was close to Ji Yijun, Ji Xun took good care of her, just like a parent. "Who killed him? Where is the person who killed him?"
Morey briefly told her about the situation at the time, and finally said: "... According to my magic judgment, the killer is lurking in a forest outside the school wall, and he may escape at any time. I want to avenge Ji."
Ye Zi listened silently, the girl's tears flowed down and a look of resentment appeared on her face.
For some reason, this made Morey feel a little more at peace, and he repeated, "That's it. I want to avenge him."
"You can't go alone!" Ye Zi said.
Morey felt that the girl's anger was the same as his, but he shook his head and said, "I know you must want to avenge him too, but I can't wait for you, so please let me go alone." After that, he stood up and prepared to walk out.
"No, that's not what I mean. Even if my fighting ability is restored, I will not let you go." Ye Zi said with tears in his eyes.
"Don't you want revenge?"
"Of course I do, but compared to how my enemy died, I care more about why Uncle Ji died!" Ye Zi said word by word, "My reasoning is very simple. He died to protect you. If you died for revenge, he died in vain. The sacrificed people are no longer afraid of death, but they must be afraid that the things they died for will no longer exist. And you yourself are the only meaning of his doing that."
Morey was surprised that Ye Zi, a somewhat impatient girl, could say such a thing. However, he did hesitate. He stood in front of Ye Zi, closed his eyes, and thought about every memory of that moment, every word, every movement, and every expression of Ji Xun. He knew that Ji Xun would never want him to react like this. "Maybe, you are right. But so what? I can't forget the moment he died. I... must do something."
"I can't give you any great advice. I just think your heart is not right!"
"Not a righteous heart?"
"Who do you want to avenge in your heart? Uncle Ji or yourself?" Ye Zi asked.
Who do you want to avenge? Morey was stunned for a moment. Ye Zi seemed to have asked a question that he himself had not thought about, and revealed an ugly answer.
"I..., I..." Morey tried to organize his words of rebuttal several times, but each time it was so pale and powerless.
Ye Zi said nothing more, just stared at him.
This girl who had difficulty moving put a lot of pressure on Morey.
"I... will listen to you. But I will never let that guy go." Morey said finally.
Ye Zi nodded, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and squeezed out a string of tears. She shook her head, as if to shake off something that was entangled in her mind, "Let's go."
Morey helped Ye Zi up and slowly walked to the back.
After walking for a while, a small truck carrying a squad of support troops passed them head-on. Morey turned around and looked, not sure whether he was looking at the speeding truck or sensing the slowly receding assassin's aura.