Two dozen of us stared at each other, and then they all looked at me.

I am their God, and God will always have a way.

Sadly, I can't help it, I'm a little overwhelmed.

Someone from behind slammed me on the shoulder, so hard that I thought the enemy had spotted me.

So I turned around, and the old fox was looking at me indignantly: "Why can't you do it yet?"

The old fox's voice was angry, I don't know when this thing touched it.

I pointed to it, and the old fox saw it. Two soldiers were on patrol in the middle of the night. Few of these soldiers are lazy, and it seems that their military discipline is very strict in normal times.

We gathered in the southeast corner of the wall, and the old fox did not speak, but slipped west along the corner.

I looked at the back of the old fox in amazement, what is this old thing going to do.

"Bang dang!" Then there was a 'bang', and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

"What people!" The soldiers on the walls were awakened, and they gathered to the west.

"Money!" I don't know who shouted, and then there was a rush of noise.

It's really money that can make ghosts grind, and when this money is a good thing.

Everyone sees the money, and no one thinks about where the money comes from. So the soldiers gathered together and looted.

The old fox gestured at me, and I nodded.

"Bang dang!" There was another sound of coins falling to the west.

When the old fox threw the money bag up, I threw the flying tiger's claws at the same time as him.

The sound of money falling to the ground drowned out the sound of the Flying Tiger's claws grabbing the city walls.

I can't take the lead, I'm not that stupid. I want this kind of excitement, but I don't want to die. This kind of thing has to be done by scouts, so I patted a guy next to me and made him a pacesetter. The guy slowly climbed up the rope of the Flying Tiger's Claw.

The soldiers of the city wall are still looting coins, and some people say that the God of Wealth has descended. So they continued to look in the direction of the sound.

The vanguard quickly climbed up, and then he hung his flying tiger claws on it, letting the rope hang down.

One by one, we climbed up, and I followed last.

Someone on the city wall shouted: "Why stones, not coins?"

"I'm picking up rocks, too."

"Is it that the God of Wealth is angry and thinks we are insatiable."

I laughed secretly, it must be that the money in the old fox's arms was gone, so I had to take the stone and throw it up.

We managed to climb the city wall and turn on stealth mode. We hid in the darkness and waited for an opportunity.

Everything went smoothly, and we did it countless times. We have done countless drills on the cliffs on the north side of Mao'er Mountain.

We trained the cliffs as walls, and the only thing we didn't expect was the patrols on the walls.

Our thinking is that the patrolmen on TV only patrol the walls every once in a while. As long as we know the time difference between their patrols, we can easily touch it.

When we came to the city wall, we realized that they were standing in a row and patrolling the city wall. A soldier was placed at short distances, all within sight of each other.

Damn, thunder drama kills people. Even the old fox was not spared.

There were about a dozen soldiers on the city walls, and they were the unlucky ghosts on duty tonight.

The soldiers were all smiling, and the windfall from the sky for no reason was not happy.

Our follow-up troops were hidden in the darkness not far away. A few suspicious people poked their heads out and looked under the city walls, but found nothing. Then he counted the coins in his hand with peace of mind.

We hid, and in the dark we kept taking advantage, very shamelessly.

More than a dozen soldiers returned to their positions one after another.

We silently hid behind their backs and sent the daggers.

One of the guys next to me pounced on the enemy in front of me.

The enemy soldier was clutched by him, and his short knife was in the neck of the enemy soldier.

I could clearly see the fear in the eyes of the enemy soldiers, the fear of death.

He looked at me helplessly, his eyes full of pleading. He didn't want to die, he was begging me to save him.

And I didn't do anything, and I watched as my comrade's short knife cut his throat.

A fountain of blood poured out and sprayed me in the face.

I stared at it all blankly, as if none of this had anything to do with me.

Blood sprayed on my face and the smell of blood hit my face and almost made me vomit.

Killing is not killing a chicken, it is a life. I was ashamed of my sins, even though I didn't kill the person in front of me, so what difference did it make.

A few soldiers turned around, and before they could react, our men pounced.

I grinned, and in the darkness of the night I could clearly hear the sound of a blade cutting through my throat.

If mercy is not in charge of the army, war is killing and blood, and it is depriving others of their lives. These soldiers are not necessarily guilty of great crimes, they are also for food, but they have chosen the opposite side of us.

They also had parents, wives, and children

, and we have killed them now.

In Xiaojuan's hometown, we have killed people. But those people can't be called human beings, they deserve death, and I don't feel guilty.

In the valley of the first line, I did not take part in the battle. I didn't watch the cruelty of the war up close, so I didn't make too many waves in my heart.

And at this moment, this soldier is lying in front of me. There was blood in the ground, and it was from his throat that had been cut.

His eyes were staring straight at me, and he didn't blink. My stomach started to go up, and finally I started vomiting.

My people look at me, they are inexplicable. But soon they were going down to the city, and they were going to open the gates to meet our troops.

I used to be a troll too, impassioned on the internet. I feel that I can kill people like hemp, and I dream of one day going to the end of the world with a sword and killing all the injustices in the world.

Killing was limited to the imagination of my mind, and the thrill of being a hero drowned out the guilt of killing.

And when it really happened, I realized that killing people was so sinful and terrifying.

I know that the only way to kill these people is to kill the enemies who are against us. We will eventually be able to build a peaceful and prosperous world, but when I face these dead people in reality, I can't accept it, and I feel that the devil is growing in my body.

Everything went so smoothly that the gates opened. Our men rushed in, and the spies had premeditated. They led us into the county government and the local garrison.

I didn't attend, and I don't have to attend the rest. Our men fought in the city with the garrison in charge of the city.

There was chaos in the city, and the sound of killing shook the sky. We came so suddenly that the enemy didn't even have time to react.

I was still standing at the head of the city, and I gently closed my eyes to the enemy soldier in front of me.

It was as if something was in my heart and I didn't feel the joy of victory. It's not that I'm going to be a, I just know it's a life, and he's even a little innocent, I thought to myself.

Half of us were armed with weapons, half of us were still armed with sticks. Even so, our victory was so easy, the county government was breached, the garrison was killed or captured, and we occupied the city.

And I was sick, mentally ill. I didn't say a word, I didn't even feel hungry, I couldn't come out of the dead man's shadow like a walking corpse.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the dead man's eyes would look at me so helplessly, and I would be horrified.