On the Seven Towers

Zhang Sicheng, who was in the middle of the battlefield, did not feel any change in the situation. For him, everything after the war 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 did not affect him at all. He had no time to lament his bad luck, let alone complain about his weak arms. He could only take out an aluminum alloy arrow from the quiver again and put it on the string. The horse thief had barely climbed to the top of the wall, and one foot had stepped inside. If he was given another five seconds, he would be able to flip over the wall and step on the school's land.

Zhang Sicheng gritted his teeth and shot another arrow. With a puff, the arrow pierced into the horse thief's thigh, but there was leather armor on his thigh. Although it hit, it was not deeply pierced. The horse thief was obviously not affected much. He just roared and jumped down from the inside of the wall neatly.

The soldiers around shot at the bandits who had climbed over the wall. Most of them were shot down on the way to the bunker, but a few people, led by the tall bandit, took advantage of the gap between the shooting and rushed over.

Zhang Sicheng secretly said that it was bad. The wall was only a dozen meters away from his position. The bandit roared and rushed towards him, and behind him, more people were climbing over the wall.

"The enemy broke through the No. 23 wall!" Zhang Sicheng knew that he had no time to shoot another arrow. He decisively put down the American hunting bow and picked up a crude steel spear from the ground beside him while shouting.

The bandit had big steps and charged very fast. He held a machete high in his hand and stared at Zhang Sicheng. In the blink of an eye, he rushed over more than ten meters. The distance was so close that Zhang Sicheng could clearly see his broken yellow teeth and dirty beard.

Zhang Sicheng's heart was beating wildly. He really had no confidence in fighting such a sturdy man with a spear at such a close distance.

When his spear intersected 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 slashed with his knife again. The other two guards around had already rushed up 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 at the horse thief's abdomen, but the horse thief was experienced. He turned sideways and let Zhang Sicheng's spear pass by his leather armor. Zhang Sicheng's stab missed and he fell forward, just in front of the horse thief. The horse thief kicked Zhang Sicheng's waist fiercely and kicked him away.

Zhang Sicheng was kicked down 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 stab: the horse thief swung away the spears of the two guards, first knocked the one on the left away with his shoulder, then turned around and chopped down with a knife from top to bottom. The guard on the right had no time to defend and was disemboweled.

Zhang Sicheng saw the pain and disbelief on the young face of the guard. He looked at his own blood and internal organs gushing out, standing like a sculpture, and then fell to the ground with a bang. These were all his students! They should have lived carefree on campus, but now they were being killed 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 eager to explode.

The horse thief wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, spat, and rushed towards another guard again. The guard was so scared that he sat on the ground, trembling all over, and completely forgot to dodge.

"Ah~~" Zhang Sicheng roared and rushed to the man's back. After all, he was a tall and strong man. The horse thief's beheading knife was knocked off by him, and the man fell down with him.

Zhang Sicheng grabbed the arrow shaft that had been shot at the man's leg before, stabbed it hard and twisted it, and the horse thief screamed in pain. Zhang Sicheng took this opportunity to pick up a stone from the ground and smashed it on the back of the horse thief's head. In his madness, he didn't know how many times he smashed it until the splashing blood blinded his eyes and he stopped.

The horse thief was already dead, and Zhang Sicheng remembered that he was still holding a guard under him. He hurriedly pushed the horse thief's body away, and saw that although the horse thief's knife failed to cut the student's neck, it pierced into the student's chest when he fell to the ground.

The student was only breathing his last. Zhang Sicheng crawled over to check the wound, but his action made the student cough. Blood gushed out of his mouth with the cough, and soon dyed 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. He looked down and saw that it was the student. His hands were covered with his own blood, and now they were also stained with Zhang Sicheng's hands.

"I... want..." The student tried to open his mouth to say something.

"Classmate! What do you want? Say it, say it quickly!" Zhang Sicheng leaned his ear over.

"I'm dying, I want to go home."

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Ye Zi fell to the ground and watched Morey playing with the horse thief leader who also fell to the ground. This guy who wanted to take her back to be the wife of the village was very difficult to deal with. If he hadn't wanted to kill Ye Zi, Ye Zi thought to himself It is no match for him. However, as Morey threw a bottle of potion, everyone within a ten-meter radius lost their mobility and fell to the ground.

Morey turned the horse thief face up, untied his leather armor, picked up Ye Zi's spear, and pressed the tip of the spear against the man's chest. All of this was like playing with something in a laboratory. little mouse, calm and efficient.

The horse thief could still speak. He cursed at first, but when the gun was really pressed against his chest, he loudly begged for mercy. Morey turned a deaf ear to this. He made a shovel-like work, stepped on the back edge of the spear tip with his feet, and used both hands and feet to plunge the spear tip into the horse thief's chest.

At first, the horse thief screamed in pain, but as the tip of the spear pierced his heart, his voice suddenly stopped, followed by a burst of gasping and twitching, and then he stopped moving.

"May you return to the embrace of the God of Nature." Morey whispered. Ye Zi could see the trembling of his fingers. Under the calmness like the sea surface, there was a raging torrent.

Morey walked towards the remaining horse thieves. The thugs who usually killed without batting an eye were crying like children at this time. They moved their bodies desperately to escape, but their bodies were as if they were made of cement and could not move. Only mouth and eyes.

"May you return to the embrace of the God of Nature." Morey still said this, and stabbed the remaining people to death one by one. Then, as if all his strength had been exhausted, he collapsed in front of Ye Zi.

He cut a piece of cloth from the clothes of the dead man next to him and wiped the tip of Ye Zi's gun. "It seems that killing is not an easy task, even if those killed are real villains."

Ye Zi tried to struggle to sit up, but her body refused to obey her orders at all. After a while, she had no choice but to give up.

"Sorry!" Morey put down his gun, helped Ye Zi up, and leaned against a tree in the corner. "This is a paralysis potion, used to capture big monsters. I don't have an antidote, but it will take about half an hour." will fail."

"Mr. Morey, why are you here? Why did you kill them like that? It's like a ritual." Ye Zi asked.

"That's not a ritual." Morey laughed dumbly. "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 nagging lunatic. She asked again: "Where are your guards?"

"I have some personal matters to take care of. I'll put you in a safe place first, and you can wait for the potion to wear off." Morey answered the question inappropriately.

"Private matter? Do you want to kill the horse thief alone?" Ye Zi asked.

"Why did you say I was going to kill the horse thieves?" Morey was surprised.

"I don't know, maybe it's an intuition. I feel that although you look calm on the outside, you seem to be very turbulent, urgent, and murderous inside." Ye Zi said with some uncertainty.

Morey was silent for a while and said: "Ji Xun died. He died to protect me. I locked the killer's location, so I'm going to take a trip."

"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?! The person who killed him Where?"

Morey briefly explained the situation to her, 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, tears streaming down the girl's face, and a look of resentment on her face.

For some reason, this made Morey feel 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 also want to avenge him, but I can't wait for you, so please let me go alone." After that, he stood Get up and prepare to walk out.

"No, that's not what I meant. Even if my fighting strength recovers, I won't let you go." Ye Zi said with tears in his eyes.

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Of course I do, but rather than how my enemy died, what I care more about is what Uncle Ji died for!" Ye Zi said word for word, "My reason is very simple. He died to protect you. If you die for revenge, If he dies, his death will be in vain. Those who sacrifice are no longer afraid of death, but they will definitely be afraid that what they died for will no longer exist, and you yourself are the only reason for him to do so."

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 Would like 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 tell you any big reason. I just think your heart is not right!"

"Is your heart not right?"

"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 had never thought of, 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 staring at him.

And this girl who had difficulty even moving put a lot of pressure on Morey.

"I... listen to you. But I will never let that guy go." Morey said at last.

Ye Zi nodded, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and squeezed out a string of tears. She shook her head, as if to get rid of something entangled in her mind, "Let's go."

Morey helped Ye Zi up and walked slowly to the back.

After walking for a while, a small truck carrying a squad of support troops passed by them head-on. Morey turned around and looked, not knowing whether he was looking at the speeding truck or feeling the breath of the assassin slowly going away.