C26 (1/2)

I cried for a long time that day, and only when the sky began to darken did I get up and walk north, choking.

After all, what he needed to do had to continue.

I walked north for two days and nights.

When I got to a small town. Suddenly seven or eight people rushed out from the side of the road and surrounded me.

Hey! Kid, do you have any supplies? one of the fat guys yelled at me.

Brother soldier, the sword at his waist is not bad. A hoodlum who looked like a hooligan said. He was referring to the sword that I carried with me from the Arena. Only now did I realize that I had actually brought this thing out. This weapon was much stronger than ordinary cold weapons. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it could cut through iron like mud.

The fat man looked greedily at my sword and pointed the machete at me. ”Give me the sword, boy, and I'll spare your life,” he said.

Compared to the machete in his hand, the longsword on my body is indeed much more imposing.

There were eight of them, and I dared not be careless. I drew my sword and scabbard from my waist, ready to put them down.

They saw my posture and knew that I would not compromise. I immediately rushed forward, knowing that it was not good to be attacked from all sides, I kicked over a hoodlum who was charging towards me and hastily jumped out of the encirclement. He then ran towards a side alley. Originally, he wanted to run away, but after running only a few steps, his legs became numb. Because he hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, his physical strength was somewhat insufficient.

I turned my head and stood in the middle of the alley. I raised my sword to meet the enemy. I will not retreat, but advance. I hit him on the shoulder with my scabbard. He fell to the ground.

I unsheathed my sword, pointed it at the fat man's chest, and shouted, Come on! Come on! Come back and I'll kill him!

The other Little Hooligan s were immediately frightened by me. Just as I was about to retreat, a girl's voice sounded behind me: ”Don't worry about that trash. Catch this brat. I want him alive.”

I quickly turned around, and a group of people were already blocking them. Leading them was a beautiful woman in her thirties, with willow shaped eyebrows, peach shaped eyes, and fiery red lips, and every part of her looked beautiful. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and she wore a silver cheongsam, and her breasts looked as if they were about to tear through her clothes.

For the first time since the beginning of the war, I have seen human women look so noble. It seemed like this woman wasn't simple to begin with.

Before I could recover from her beauty, the Little Hooligan on both sides of the alleyway had already charged towards me with weapons raised, so I could only fight.

But I didn't dare to directly use my sword to wound him, so I could only use my scabbard to hit him. I moved closer to the woman as I fought. It was true that the thieves were the first to capture the king, but when I had put down seven or eight people, I finally got close to the woman.

I made a move to pinch her neck, but she reacted quickly, dodging my hand in an instant and kicking me in the stomach. I was half a meter away from her, half kneeling on the ground.

Just as I was about to get up, I felt something press against my forehead. I looked up and saw that the woman was holding a police rifle against my head.

Aren't you very good at fighting? Keep fighting. The woman said in a teasing tone.

I jerked my head and hit the woman. The woman took two steps back. I slammed my foot against the side wall, jumped again, and darted through a window in front of me.

I fell into the house and, not daring to stop, got up and ran up the stairs to the third floor. I knocked on the door one by one, hoping to find an unlocked room.