CH 46

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, sniffed the hand-rolled cigarette without a butt, which seemed to contain some spices, and smelled refreshing.

"Metal-enhanced body, fragrant soul supplement." Crow said calmly, "You'll get used to it later, but be careful not to use it for fun, addiction can be troublesome.

Except for a few thousand-year fragrances, most incense is stimulated by source material to achieve uplifting effects - like an upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes, which can easily turn you into an idiot if abused."

Huai Shi nodded and said nothing more.

After a moment, he looked at the source material fire that dissipated at his fingertips and twisted his neck. "Again."

Then, darkness struck.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed, "Continue."

Crow nodded.

The long afternoon passed in constant repetition until the last time he opened his eyes, and the sky was already pitch black, with all sounds silenced.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Crow asked. "After all, it's already at the limit."

"One more time."

Huai Shi finally experienced the agony of heavy game addiction, rubbed his forehead, and yawned. "I'm almost getting the hang of it."

"Good, then the last time?"

"The last time."

Huai Shi nodded.

With a moment of trance, he opened his eyes again from the carriage and listened quietly to the command from the front without saying a word.

He even took the last moment to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

"Call me when we arrive."

He patted his teammate's shoulder affectionately.

Not long after, the car stopped outside the village.

He was rudely kicked awake.

Huai Shi smiled indifferently, got up embarrassedly, and followed his teammate. In a brief lurking in the grass, he suddenly patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.

The teammate turned back unhappily.

Then saw him expressionlessly reaching out his hand, holding a dagger, and stabbing it into his own throat, swinging it horizontally.

"Goodbye."

Huai Shi whispered softly.

The blood soaked the dry ground and wild grass.

On the desolate land, he crawled towards another teammate's direction, moving quickly on all fours. Crawling like a spider through thorns.

One after another, enjoying the pleasure of hitting his teammates, according to the information reported in the walkie-talkie.

This experience of stabbing in the back was truly enjoyable, and Huai Shi even felt that he was getting more skilled.

This beautiful time lasted until the sound of A team's gunfire started to fight ahead.

He sighed and heard the alarm from the walkie-talkie. Someone had already noticed that something was wrong, as four or five people had not responded for more than five minutes.

It seemed that they couldn't go on anymore.

He shook his head, sat on the ground, pulled out the pins of a few small grenades, and weighed them in his hand before throwing them hard.

Explosions kept coming from a distance.

Gunfire sounded, and the bushes around him trembled like wild grass in a storm of bullets.

Huai Shi sighed, wiped the blood off his face, and stood up from his teammates' bodies. His uniform had been stained crimson with friendly blood.

His buttocks were red as well.

"Why does it feel like a monkey with hemorrhoids?"Huai Shi sighed and picked up his rifle, walking towards the direction of the gunshots. He shouted loudly, "Don't shoot, we're on the same side!" Then he pulled the trigger towards the stunned faces without hesitation.

He swept through one magazine after another, not resisting the pain of being shot in the shoulder. "Come on man, you broke your hand again?" his teammate complained.

"I haven't learned how to change magazines with one hand yet," Huai Shi replied helplessly, dropping his automatic rifle and pulling out his handgun as he walked towards the village.

"7794! What are you doing?" an angry voice came through the radio.

"Naturally, I'm attacking my teammate. Don't you know, friend? You choose Kuroyuri, I choose Hanzo, and we can rebuild the empire together."

But there was no response on the radio, only a gloomy silence. Until the instructor's cold voice announced, "Mission change, eliminate 7794."

He was being targeted.

"Don't make a decision so quickly," Huai Shi sighed. Before the channel was cut off, he lifted the radio and tentatively said, "I think I can still be saved."

Snap!

Huai Shi instinctively turned his head and saw the radio he threw exploding in mid-air. It was a sniper bullet.

Feeling the strong sense of impending death, he quickly crawled into the complex alleys of the village, hearing footsteps coming from all directions. He silently counted the number of people.

Originally, there were seven members from Team B on the left side of the carriage, six from Team A on the right, and himself, making a total of thirteen people. But under the backstabbing of the traitor, only one member from Team B was left. According to the rules, they should have switched to the A side, but the A side hadn't started yet. Huai Shi felt like he was about to be switched to the A side.

Fortunately, he was not far from the location.

He gestured in the direction and pointed his handgun at the reckless person who showed his head, firing two shots after he fell. He checked the magazine and saw that he had six bullets left, just enough for each person. But he was not a sharpshooter, and in this kind of melee, hitting one person with six bullets was already extremely lucky. Perhaps he could try spraying five bullets randomly, and if these five bullets couldn't kill all six people on the other side (one bullet could penetrate two), then the remaining bullet could give him a quick and heroic death.

A valiant death, without humiliation, sounded so romantic...

The footsteps in the distance grew closer, and he jumped over the wall after taking two steps. After experiencing so many cycles of death, he had learned some rules. Compared to the malicious level design of VR games today, this setting that only required a backboard to lower the difficulty was too kind.

Then, in the courtyard behind the wall, he saw those same terrified eyes again. The hunched woman was still looking up at the sky, her eyes dull. She futilely tried to hide the two small children behind her. But they were already dead, lying on the ground with bullet holes and blood. Dust fell from the wind, covering their empty eyes.

"Why is it you guys again?"Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He knew that this was a record and that these were false NPCs, but he still felt an indescribable sense of shame.

This wasn't a game.

"I'm sorry."

Huai Shi lowered his head and dared not look at the eyes covered in dust.

"I'll leave now."

He forcefully pushed open the door and rushed onto the road, pointing the barrel of his gun at an opponent's eye socket. "Die!"

Bang!

A burst of blood splattered from the back of the person's head. Without looking back, Huai Shi ran away, staggering and trying to get away from the courtyard.

But he couldn't forget those eyes.

When he started to treat everything as a game, the countless deaths recorded woke him up from his dream. This wasn't a game, but a record of past history that happened in a corner of this world.

Insignificant slaughter and insignificant death.

They were all dead.

Those eyes that had lost their luster gradually became covered, buried, forgotten, and even had no qualifications to be remembered by people...

Huai Shi ran forward in exhaustion, squeezing through the gap. After kicking open a door, he finally reached his destination.

In the room, the old man curled up in the corner seemed frightened and subconsciously hugged something in his arms.

"Let go."

Huai Shi leaned against the door frame, panting, and raised his gun. "Give me that thing."

The person said something, hesitated for a moment, and let go. Huai Shi suppressed him and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"Thank you."

Huai Shi panted, picked up the thing, took two steps back unsteadily, turned around to leave, but couldn't help but turn back and shout, "Don't worry, I'll save you."

No one responded.

The people in this village were probably already dead.

He couldn't save anyone.

Damn it...

Huai Shi raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Damn it..."

Then he heard the sound of the courtyard gate breaking and the sound of automatic rifles ringing like a torrential rain, sweeping through every inch of space.

Huai Shi curled up behind the millstone, listening to the sound of flying stones above his head.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down in the smell of gunpowder. Then, Huai Shi stood up, shouldered his RPG, and smiled brightly at his teammates:

"Hey, how are you guys?"

Then he pulled the trigger.

"Justice, rains from above!!!"

Boom!

In the violent shock and impact, flames and thick smoke rose into the sky. Boiling blood mist filled the air, danced with dust, and finally turned into fine rain, falling on the walls and ground.

And on Huai Shi.

Silence returned.

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Huai Shi threw away the launcher, crossed a devastated courtyard and street, and walked towards the center of the village.

Towards the man waiting there.

The instructor standing there with his hands behind his back seemed stunned by the result. Soon, he raised his hand and took off his sunglasses, throwing them on the ground.

"Although they were all half-finished products, I never expected them to be completely wiped out... I didn't expect you to be so brave, 7794."Those gray eyes stared coldly at Huai Shi's face, then the youth beckoned with a finger, "It seems I need to give you another lesson."

"As you wish."

Huai Shi twisted his neck, threw away the gun holster and the quick response vest that was hindering him, drew his military knife with one hand, and posed in a completely different stance from the other side.

Unlike the Roman military's fighting style, it was clearly a classic posture from Dongxia, and even the entry-level version that the instructor almost didn't recognize.

"Come on."

Huai Shi grinned, "Watch me use military boxing to beat you up."

"Very well."

The instructor seemed to understand something, his face gradually turning pale, his joints rubbing together, making a low sound, "Very well, 7794.

I promise you, before you die, you will experience what hell is like!"