Zhang Sicheng, who was in the middle of the battlefield, did not feel any change in the situation. For him, everything after the start of the war was to keep shooting with the bow.

Zhang Sicheng bent his bow again and shot an arrow, the arrow grazed the ear of a tall horse thief, it didn't have any effect on him at all, he didn't have time to lament his bad luck, and he didn't have time to complain about his weak arm, he could only take out an aluminum alloy arrow from the quiver again and buckle it to the string. The thief had climbed to the top of the wall, and had stepped on one foot in it. Just give him another five seconds, and he will be able to climb down the fence and step on the school ground.

Zhang Sicheng gritted his teeth and shot another arrow, poof, the arrow pierced the horse thief's thigh, but his thigh had leather armor, although the shot, but it was not deep, the horse thief obviously did not receive any big impact, he just roared, and jumped neatly from the inside of the wall.

The surrounding warriors shot at the horse thieves who climbed into the wall, and most of them were shot down on the way to the bunker, but several people, led by the tall horse thief, took advantage of the gap in shooting and rushed over.

Zhang Sicheng secretly screamed badly, 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.

"The 23rd wall section has been broken through by the enemy!" Zhang Sicheng knew that he had no time to shoot another arrow, and he shouted as he decisively put down the American hunting bow and picked up a crude steel spear from the ground beside him.

The horse thief had a big step, and the speed of the charge was also extremely fast, he held a machete in his hand, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Sicheng, and he rushed through more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, so close that Zhang Sicheng could clearly understand the broken yellow teeth and dirty beard in his mouth.

Zhang Sicheng's heart jumped wildly, he really didn't have any confidence that he would use a spear to fight against such a big man at such a close distance.

When his spear intersected with the opponent's scimitar for the first time, the huge momentum made him take three steps back, and his wrist was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the spear.

The horse thief slashed with a knife again, and the other two guards around had already caught up, trying their best to hold 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 he turned sideways, so Zhang Sicheng's spear slashed against his leather armor, Zhang Sicheng missed a stab, and the whole person fell forward, which could fall in front of the horse thief. The horse thief kicked Zhang Sicheng in the waist and kicked him away.

Zhang Sicheng was kicked down on a sandbag, he ignored the sharp pain in his waist, stood up on his back, and when he looked up, he saw a scene that made his eyes crack: the horse thief swung away the spears of the two guards, first hit the one on the left with his shoulder, and then turned around and slashed from top to bottom with a knife, and the guards on the right had no time to defend, and they were disemboweled.

Zhang Sicheng watched the guards look pained and disbelieving on their green faces, and he watched as the blood and internal organs gushing out of him stood like a sculpture before he fell to the ground with a bang. These are his students, who are supposed to live carefree on campus, but now they are being killed like pigs by a bunch of madmen.

Zhang Sicheng couldn't bear all this, he would rather die by himself than be a helpless bystander. The thought burned him like fire, making him crave to explode everywhere in his body.

The thief wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, spat out, and charged at the other guard again. The team member was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, shivering, and completely forgot to dodge.

"Ah~~" Zhang Sicheng roared angrily and threw himself behind the man, after all, he was also a tall man, and the horse thief's original beheading knife was knocked crooked by him, and the person fell down with him.

Zhang Sicheng grabbed the shaft of the arrow that was shot in the man's leg before, and stabbed it hard and twisted it, and the horse thief screamed loudly in pain. Zhang Sicheng took this opportunity to casually touch the stone from the ground and smashed it at the back of the horse thief's head, and in the madness, he didn't know how many times he smashed it, until the splash of blood blinded his eyes, and then stopped.

The horse thief was already dead, and Zhang Sicheng remembered that there was also a guard under him. He hurriedly pushed the thief's body away, only to see that although the thief's knife failed to cut the student's neck, it plunged into the student's chest as he fell to the ground.

The student only had one breath left, and Zhang Sicheng crawled over to check the wound, but his action made the student cough, and blood gushed out of his mouth with the sound of coughing, and soon the entire chin was red.

"Who will help me stop the bleeding!Hygienist!Hygienist!" Zhang Sicheng shouted for help, but it was useless, the people around him were fighting, and all kinds of roars filled his ears and overshadowed his voice.

He felt his hand being grabbed by a wet hand, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the student, and his hands were covered with his own blood, and now they were also stained with Zhang Sicheng's hands.

"I ...... To ......" the student struggles to open his mouth to say something.

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

"I'm going to die, I'm going home. ”

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Ye Zi fell to the ground, watching Morey fiddle with the leader of the horse thieves who also fell to the ground, this guy who wanted to snatch her back to be the lady of the village was very difficult, if it wasn't for him not wanting to kill Ye Zi, Ye Zi thought to himself that he would not be able to defeat him. However, with the bottle of potion thrown by Morey, everyone within a radius of ten meters lost their mobility and fell to the ground.

Morey flipped the thief face up, untied his leather armor, picked up Ye Zi's spear, and put the tip of the spear against the man's chest, all of which was like fiddling with a little mouse in a laboratory, calm and efficient.

The thief could still speak, and at first he cursed, but when the gun was actually in his chest, he begged for mercy again. Morey turned a deaf ear to this. He did something akin to shoveling dirt, and put his foot on the back edge of the spear, and with both hands and feet, he plunged the tip of the spear into the thief's chest.

At first, the thief screamed in pain, but as the tip of the gun pierced his heart, his voice stopped abruptly, followed by a gasp and convulsions, and then he never moved again.

"May you return to the bosom of the god of nature. Morey whispered. Ye Zi could see the trembling of his fingers, and under the calm like the sea, there was a turbulent torrent.

Morey walked towards the remaining horse thieves who were not dead, and the villains who usually killed people without blinking an eye were crying like children at this time, and they desperately moved their bodies to escape, but their bodies were like cement casts, and all they could move were their mouths and eyes.

"May you return to the bosom of the god of nature. Morey said the same thing, stabbing the rest to death one by one. Then, as if he had used up all his strength, he sat down 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 people is not an easy task, even if the ones who are killed are real villains. ”

Ye Zi wanted to struggle to sit up, but her body didn't obey the call at all, and after a while, she could only give up.

"I'm sorry!" Morey put down his gun, helped Ye Zi up, and leaned against a tree in the corner, "This is a paralyzing potion, used to capture large demonic beasts, I don't have an antidote, but it will be effective in about half an hour." ”

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

"That's not a ritual. Morey smiled dumbly, "I just don't know how to kill, 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 madman who was chattering with gods, and she asked again, "What about your guards?"

"I have some personal matters to do. I'll put you in a safe place first, and you can wait for the potion to wear off. Morey replied in the wrong question.

"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 thief?" Morey was surprised.

"I don't know, maybe it's a gut feeling, I think that although you are calm on the outside, you seem to be very turbulent, urgent, and murderous on the inside. Ye Zi said with some uncertainty.

Morey was silent for a while and said, "Ji Xun is dead. I died to protect me. I've locked on the killer's location, so I'm ready to take a trip. ”

Uncle Ji...... Gone?" Ye Zi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, 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 talked to her about the situation, and finally said, "...... Judging by my magic, the killer was lurking in a forest outside the school walls, and he could flee at any moment. I'm going to get revenge on Ji. ”

Ye Zi listened silently, the girl's tears flowed down, and her face showed resentment.

For some reason, this made Morey's heart feel a little calmer, and he repeated: "That's it, I'm going 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." With that, he stood up and prepared to walk outside.

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

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Of course I want to, but what I care more about is what Uncle Ji died for, compared to how the enemy died!" Ye Zi said word by word, "My reason is very simple, he died to protect you, if you die because of revenge, he will die in vain." Those who sacrificed are no longer afraid of death, but they must be afraid that what they died for will no longer exist. And you are the only point he has to do 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 action, and every expression of Ji Xun, he knew that Ji Xun would never want him to react like he did now, "Maybe, you are right." But so what? I can't forget the moment he died, I ...... Something had to be done. ”

"I don't make much sense. I just don't think your heart is right!"

"Wrong heart?"

"Who do you want to avenge in your heart? Uncle Ji, or yourself?" Ye Zi asked.

Who do you want to avenge for a moment? Morey was stunned for a moment, Ye Zi seemed to say a question that he had not even thought about, and revealed an ugly answer.

"I ...... I ......" Morey tried to organize the language of the rebuttal several times, but each time it was so pale and weak.

Ye Zi didn't say anything anymore, just looked at him.

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

"I ...... Listen to you. But I'm not going to let that guy go. Morey concluded.

Ye Zi nodded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and squeezed out a string of tears. She shook her head, as if to shake off something that was tangled in her mind, "Let's go." ”

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

After walking for a while, a small truck carrying a squad of support troops staggered past them. Morey looked back, wondering whether he was looking at the speeding truck or feeling the smell of an assassin slowly moving away.