Next, Chen Shouyi tried to understand the specific situation in Dongning City, but the other party refused on the grounds of military secrets.
Seeing that he couldn't get any information, he didn't persist and turned around to leave.
It would be unwise to have a conflict with these soldiers.
Moreover, such a blockade was like an empty threat to him.
The sentry posts surrounding Dongning were not densely distributed, with one every couple of hundred ters. In this pitch-dark night, they might prevent ordinary people from entering but couldn't stop Chen Shouyi at all.
With his speed exceeding a hundred ters per second, he was even faster than the beam of a searchlight.
The only trouble was that the path to bypass the sentry post was not easy to walk.
He glanced from side to side.
On both sides of the highway were fields filled with seedlings, with water not yet drained.
In the Jiangnan area, early rice is usually transplanted around Qingming, early April in the Gregorian calendar, only ten to twenty days ago. From this, he deduced that the blockade was probably set up around this ti.
After walking several hundred ters, Chen Shouyi found a cent farm road.
Following the farm road for fifty or sixty ters, he chose a small path along a field ridge and walked onto it.
Fortunately, the field ridge here wasn't made of muddy piles but was also paved with cent and, after being scorched by the sun during the day, was extrely dry.
He placed his backpack in front of him, walked near the sentry post, and waited for the searchlights on both sides to sweep past.
He imdiately activated his body, pushing off with his toes. The cent ridge road shattered instantly, and simultaneously, his figure shot away like an arrow off the string, disappearing from the spot.
The scenery on both sides quickly flew past him, and as his silhouette flashed by at high speed, the rice on both sides quickly flattened.
"Who goes there!" A soldier shouted as he heard the commotion. Soon after, sporadic gunshots sounded as a warning.
But in this pitch blackness, they couldn't see him, and even if they could, with Chen Shouyi's speed, they couldn't aim.
Within just a few breaths, Chen Shouyi had already dashed three or four hundred ters away.
His speed gradually slowed as he returned to the highway.
At this mont, Chen Shouyi heard a faint noise from his briefcase. He imdiately unzipped it and saw the Shell Lady with disheveled hair and a wrinkled skirt.
She was slumped inside the briefcase, looking bewildered, a bit unclear about the situation.
"Good Giant, did an earthquake just happen?"
"Yes, go back to sleep!" Chen Shouyi replied calmly.
"Stupid Giant, you can't sleep during an earthquake!" the Shell Lady said seriously.
"Who taught you that?" Chen Shouyi was curious. He hadn't taught her this, and when she used to live on the island, she probably didn't know these things.
"Prepared told !" the Shell Lady said. Thinking of Prepared, her face turned gloomy: "Good Giant, when can we see Prepared?"
She really couldn't forget it.
"The things for seeing Prepared are broken; we can't see." Chen Shouyi said.
Seeing the pitch-black night and the empty highway, he abandoned the idea of letting her continue sleeping.
He picked up the Shell Lady and placed her on his shoulder.
Thankfully, she only ntioned it once and didn't bring it up again. Sitting on Chen Shouyi's shoulder, her tiny eyes like green beans were piercingly observant, clutching her tiny fists, and her face filled with vigilance.
To her, the common frogs and water snakes in the fields on both sides of the road were no less frightening than fierce beasts.
...
The road was littered with bullets, and occasionally, there were isolated craters.
Chen Shouyi's expression grew more solemn, and he subconsciously quickened his pace. By eight o'clock, he had already reached the outskirts of Dongning City.
Looking at the dark city in the distance, a hint of excitent flashed across his face.
Finally, he's back!
This was, after all, his hotown, a place in his heart that could not be replaced by any other city.
As he was feeling emotional, the Shell Lady suddenly said with vigilance: "Good Giant, a bad Giant is coming this way!"
"Go back in the bag and sleep for a while!" Chen Shouyi said to the Shell Lady.
"Okay!" the Shell Lady replied readily.
Chen Shouyi put her back into the briefcase and zipped it up. Not long after, a group of six people with torches ca walking along the road toward him.
They had an assortnt of weapons, so had swords, others machetes, but most carried wooden clubs.
When the group saw Chen Shouyi ahead of them, their expressions slightly froze, and soon a middle-aged man who seed to be their leader excitedly shouted: "There's a little rascal trying to escape, catch him, don't let him run away."
The next mont, the group frantically charged at him.
These people varied in age, the young being only fourteen or fifteen, while the older ones were fifty or sixty, but each shared a crazed and twisted expression.
Originally, Chen Shouyi wanted to understand the situation here, but seeing this, his face turned cold.
He kicked down the person running in front with one move.
Then his body flickered, avoiding a wooden club, while lightly waving his hand, sending a young man of about eighteen or nineteen flying as if hit by a car, soaring through the air for three or four ters before tumbling to the ground.
In just a breath's ti, the six were downed swiftly and efficiently.
A burly man tried to stand up again, but Chen Shouyi's quick step and a frontal kick left his face bloody, knocking him unconscious instantly. Seeing this, everyone else cald down instantly.
Subsequently, Chen Shouyi grabbed the hair of the middle-aged man who had yelled earlier and forcibly pulled him up: "Can you tell what's going on here?"
"You... you're dead, we're from the Defender Team…"
"Slap!"
Chen Shouyi's face turned cold as he sharply slapped him.
The middle-aged man's head spun, buzzing, and he spat out a few bloodied teeth as he glared at him venomously:
"Go on, kill , damned blaspher..."
"Slap!"
"I…"
"Slap!"
Chen Shouyi struck him three tis on the sa side of his face. The middle-aged man was dumbstruck, his left cheek beca swollen and purple like dough, and his left eye started oozing blood. This ti, he grew wiser and kept his mouth shut.
"I'll ask, you answer, understood."
The middle-aged man nodded vigorously, and the surroundings fell silent, the atmosphere still.
"Slap!"
Once more, Chen Shouyi slapped him, impatiently saying: "Talk!"
"Un... understood!"
"Who are you people?"
"We... we're from the Defender Team." The middle-aged man replied fearfully.
"What Defender Team, explain clearly!" Chen Shouyi frowned impatiently.
The middle-aged man shrank his neck in fear and quickly said: "We're from the Church night patrol!"
"What Church, that Barbarian God?" Chen Shouyi asked, feeling a trace of irritation.
A flash of anger crossed the middle-aged man's face: "We serve the great God of Hunting."
"Slap!" This ti Chen Shouyi used greater strength, knocking him to the ground. He imdiately yanked him back up by his hair.
The middle-aged man's face was now battered, blood pouring down, his ears and eyes began to bleed.
"How many of you are there?"
The middle-aged man spat blood, his smile bitter: "The entire Dongning, all are our people."
"Quite bold!"
Chen Shouyi chuckled lightly, his tone chilling. He released the middle-aged man's hair, patted his cheek, and turned to walk away.
A few steps later, he halted abruptly.
Then he swiftly turned, his body like an afterimage, and fiercely punched toward his head.
"Boom!"
The entire skull exploded like a waterlon.
The others lying on the ground only felt a gust of bloody wind. When they ca to their senses, they saw a headless corpse already on the ground, blood gushing out in spurts.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their bodies stiff as if petrified.
ps: Another chapter is being revised, about twenty or thirty minutes more.
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