She Is Not a Witch

Longjiao Province, under Georgetown.

In the early morning snow and mist, there was a sound of killing. The closed gates of the past have long been opened, and countless soldiers with pennisetum tied to their arms are fighting and killing in the city, and the ones fighting them are the private soldiers of the local nobles.

Pennisetum red beard is an extremely common weed in the wild. It is resistant to cold and heat, dry and wet, not afraid of insect damage, and resistant to lodging.

And now, the warriors bound to their arms with these weeds as their rings are rebelling.

"Who are you working for!" The warrior holding the ax roared, the red paint on his face made him mighty and frightening.

"Is it for the nobles who took everyone's food and abused your wife and children?" The heavy ax hit the shield, splashing debris from the bullets, which made people feel painful.

"Why do you listen to them? Don't you want to live for yourself?" The heavy ax slashed again in the air, breaking the protruding gun head, and the sound of metal collisions resounded on the street from time to time.

Facing these noble private soldiers who were resisting in formation on the street, a burst of flying axes pressed down, smashed into the helmet covered with iron, and took away silent resisting figures.

"Idiot! Slut! You black pigs in the mountains!" The guard captain who led the team laughed back angrily.

"What the **** are you talking about in your sleep?"

"Master Viscount gave me money to support a family and live a comfortable life. Only you worthless stinking pigs are not wanted, understand!?"

"Give me an arrow!" The crossbow machine behind him flicked, and the arrows were shot out one after another, sinking into the bodies of these unarmored warriors in front, and fell down like a hedgehog.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Looking at their dead companions, the eyes of the soldiers behind were also red. They held up improvised wooden shields, frantically fanned the oncoming arrows, and charged forward quickly.

The opportunity was fleeting, and before the crossbowmen behind could reload again, these bare-armed warriors jumped forward with a roar, and the heavy ax slashed head-on, smashing a cracked depression on the head of the opposite guard. The opponent fell down unwillingly.

"Shit!" The captain of the guard wearing a disc helmet cursed, and pulled out the long steel sword at his waist. The sword edge swung a pale afterimage in the air, and directly chopped off the heads of the oncoming soldiers.

The splattered blood sprinkled on the guards who were about to fight, the warm blood melted the frost mist on the armor, and flowed down the shoulders and body, staining the lining of the mail armor red.

"Zorn!"

In the chaotic streets, a strong man jumped off the roof next to him, and the guards below were knocked down like pumpkins with his swung hammer. He roared and rushed to the captain of the guards, calling out his name .

"House." The captain looked straight at the man in front of him, his voice gritted his teeth.

"You are the one who forged weapons for them, you idiot!" During the words, the sharp blade stabbed out suddenly with him.

The hammer and the blade of the sword crossed, and in the blink of an eye, the fur blouse on the soldier was torn apart, a long and narrow opening was torn in the chest, and the bones could even be seen vaguely.

Seeing that the opponent was still struggling, the captain of the guard swept across with his sword. With the support of the extraordinary staff, the blade directly cut through the hard hammer handle and took away the opponent's weapon.

Then there was the sound of bones breaking. The captain rushed forward and kicked House on the knee with a corner, making the opponent unwilling to kneel down.

"Do you think this is still when you were young!? Brother House." His tone was filled with anger and sarcasm. He looked at the big brother next door whom he admired when he was a child, and he kicked down again, causing the other knee to be broken. Slumped on the ground.

"Of course I know! You're a lucky kid." House propped himself on the ground with a hoarse voice, grabbed a broken gun point, and slammed it into the opponent's thigh, bleeding profusely.

Under the pain, Zhuo En frowned, pressed the opponent's head with one hand, and stabbed back with the sword in the other hand, piercing the opponent's body directly from the back.

At this point, House, who was kneeling on the ground, also knew that his time was running out. Regardless of the long sword stuck in his body, he hugged the nearby enemy with both hands, roared and fell forward, causing Zhuo En's back to hit hard On the ground, he grabbed the opponent's throat with both hands, and bumped into him head-on.

Amidst the slight cracking of bones, thick blood froth overflowed from the mouth of the captain of the guard, and the guards behind finally arrived. Amidst the shouts, spears were inserted into the strong man riding on Zhuo En's back, throwing He dresses up as a hedgehog.

Afterwards, the spear was pulled out from his body, blood flowed like a spring, and this extremely strong warrior fell slowly, lifeless. He loosened his hands slightly, and the captain below him was also struggling to suffocate while coughing up blood.

"Why...why..." The blood blocked his throat and filled his lungs, making him miserable, looking at the familiar figure in front of him.

Isn't it good to live honestly? Why do you want to do such a murderous thing. You know, you were my idol when I was young.

Zhuoen struggled and writhed on the ground, then his consciousness gradually blurred, and in a trance, he saw the scene when he was a child again.

At that time, he and his friends followed House and ran in the field.

"Brother House, can you help me make an iron ring? There is one in Hanno next door. I roll and play in front of the house every day. I am so envious."

"It's no problem, little Zhuo En, let's see your big brother House make the best for you, let everyone envy, haha."

In the fields with flying grass, several children shouted excitedly. They chased the dragonflies in the sunset and forgot the time to go home.

I can't go back anymore.

In the gradually blurred sense of pain, everything finally ushered in darkness, and Zhuo En also fell silent surrounded by guards, his body motionless.

"Captain Zhuo En!" The guards called out sadly to the officer who treated them well, and in this chaotic street, the two sides were still fighting endlessly.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a burst of intense flames, someone detonated the explosives that had been prepared before, blasting open the gate of the castle, and then red-eyed warriors rushed into it, bound to catch the viscount hiding inside.

Why, in this cold winter, you can enjoy warm wine and delicacies in the castle, but some people have to hold the remaining residue and starve to death in the cold winter.

Why, you can enjoy such a comfortable life by never doing something good for everyone, while some people have to work hard all their lives and become stiff and numb animals.

Why, you can stand high above them and take everything from them wantonly, but if you question them a little bit, you will commit a heinous crime, ridicule and insult to the extreme, and make people feel ashamed.

Why is this world so ugly, human nature is so greedy and unsatisfied, like treacherous beasts, sucking the bone marrow of others, and treating people cruelly like livestock.

If the gods cannot punish me, then I will turn into a devil ~www.readwn.com~ and return this torture and pain to you.

Amid the sound of sharp metal impacts, these warriors screamed crazily. They rushed into the luxurious and elegant castle, dumped candles, tore apart the cloth, chopped off those luxuriously dressed figures, and rushed towards the last place with flames and pools of blood. Room.

The pain is so real, tormenting the anxious heart, making people lose their calm, fear, and all restraint, just to vent the accumulated resentment.

You thought it would be an incomparably noble innovation and creation, but the reality is the resentment and anger suppressed to the extreme, like a raging beast, wantonly breaking through barriers and repaying the world with pain.

And such a scene finally began to be staged in the southern border.

The large taxation before the war, the compensation and price for failure after the war, the salaries provided to the legion, and the entertainment expenses of the nobles were like **** blades, cutting on the bodies of those low-level people again and again. It is absolutely impossible for these nobles to share the treasures and wealth collected in their castles.

‘This is a sacred thing belonging to our family, how can we share it with the bugs under our feet for no reason? '