Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

It was at this moment that the four of them discovered a fact.

None of the people who attacked them were as physically strong as them.

We are not as fast as them, nor as strong as them.

There was not even any skill or technique to speak of.

However, because they didn't understand the situation and were "newcomers," they were in a sorry state and were beheaded repeatedly.

Pfft!

Jia Le blocked the swing with his forearm bone.

However, it did not prevent a sneak attack from behind.

The human head was separated again.

Even if the four of them had already discovered the problem.

However, two fists cannot fight four hands, and the few cannot defeat the many.

This time, the four were beheaded again.

Another problem arises.

That is, what should you do when faced with an enemy that is not as powerful as yourself but is numerous?
Through a series of deaths, the four finally found an answer.

There is only one answer: be more ruthless, fiercer, crazier, and more reckless than your opponent.

Only those who are not afraid of death can avoid dying.

This answer couldn't be taught; it was only after the four of them fought dozens of battles that they understood the principle without a teacher.
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A silent, dark night.

The silence was maddening and frustrating.

"Is it the sixteenth time, or the seventeenth?"

Jiale asked.

Jingjing replied, "This is the eighteenth time."

"We've died seventeen times already."

Wencai stood there, his old face contorted with grief:

"I don't want to die."

"I won't die, but it hurts so much."

Qiu Sheng looked at Jia Le and said, "Brother, I don't want to die either?"

Jia Le replied with a forced smile:
"Cousin, he's not related by blood."

Qiu Sheng said earnestly, "My cousin is still my brother. Is there really no other way, eldest brother?"

Jiale stood in front of Jingjing:

"There's only one way. And why didn't you cut off his head just now? That man in black wasn't quite dead before he ambushed me."

"And Wencai, what are you doing hiding in the back? Are you afraid of dying?"

"The more afraid you are, the more likely you are to die, the faster you will die, and the more painful it will be."

"Otherwise, we might have succeeded just now!"

Jiale didn't realize that he didn't know when it started.

He seems to have become the captain of this small team of four.

Hearing this, Wencai and Qiusheng finally looked at Jiale with a serious expression: "Senior brother, can it really succeed?"

Jiale nodded:

"Only by trading wounds for wounds, and only by not being afraid of death, can we kill them all."

"Only by passing this hurdle can we get through."

A minute passed quickly as they talked.

This is experience I gained after dying seventeen times.

From the moment we entered until the first man in black appeared.

They have one minute to adjust.

The familiar voice sounded again.

That was the sound of an adult running on the roof tiles.

With a whoosh.

The middle-aged man in mid-air hadn't even landed yet when his eyes widened.

Just now, a long knife shot out from the courtyard and pierced straight through his heart.

Before he was completely dead, he saw a figure chasing after the knife.

Without even looking at him, he drew his sword and charged at his teammates behind him.

He only felt a gust of wind on his right.

Then his head flew off.

Three figures followed closely behind, engaging the enemy, who had not yet landed, in a fierce battle.

The four had never seen or learned any sword techniques.

The daily training with cold weapons over the past two months has been quite strange.

Strangely enough, all four of them thought it was the most useless training exercise of all.

Knife, sword, gun, stick.

They didn't learn the methods for using any of the four weapons, but just practiced them blindly.

A knife is for slashing, a sword is for cutting, a spear is for stabbing, and a stick is for swinging.

But now that there are four of them, at least Jia Le doesn't think that way anymore.

Because it was so useful, I felt like I had learned knife skills.

A sword technique used to strike first and defeat a superior enemy with fewer troops.

Without realizing it, I used it myself.

Of course, calling it knife skills is a bit of a stretch; it would be more appropriate to call it a technique.

But no matter what.

The way he wielded the knife gradually evolved into different forms.

five minutes.

Time is running out, because life-or-death battles are never a back-and-forth affair.

With his legs giving way, Qiu Sheng fell face down from the roof.

Wencai, Jiale, and Jingjing weren't in such a sorry state, but they weren't much better off.

He was breathing heavily, his lungs filled with the stench of blood.

The four of them sat on the blood-soaked ground, looking at the corpses scattered all around them.

Qiu Sheng asked blankly, "And then?"

Is it over?

"But why hasn't anything changed?"

As Qiu Sheng spoke, he prepared to get up and push the door open.

Before the man could even get up, Jiale shook his head and said, "Don't try it."

"I've tried everything, but I can't open the door or get out."

"Only this courtyard and the eaves are our territory."

After that, the four of them fell silent.

"Jingjing, did you find something?"

Upon hearing Jia Le's words, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng both looked over.

Jingjing's expression was surprisingly strange.

Seeing the other three people looking at her, Jingjing then said:
"According to Moss's instructions, we are suicide squad members. So what is our mission?"

"This doesn't look like an assassination or an ambush at all, does it?"

"It's more like the four of us were ambushed, which is why we were surrounded and attacked by so many people."

"But the four of us can't leave this courtyard, so I'm wondering if our mission as agents is to draw fire?"

"Or perhaps it's a diversionary tactic?"

"To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao?"

"Since we are suicide squads, it is as the name suggests that we are expendable pawns."

"Now that the men who were lying in ambush on us are all dead, the mission is only half complete. The other half is..."

Jingjing didn't say it aloud, but pointed to the last line of words on her forearm.

To be precise, it's the last four words.

He died after the deed was done!

Jiale, Wencai, and Qiusheng were all taken aback.

They had heard of the term "suicide squad," but had never seen one.

But at this moment, they suddenly understood.

Qiu Sheng was stunned and said, "So, completing the mission means death!"

"Failure to complete the mission also means death?"

"After the deed is done, he will perish; after the deed is done, he will perish!"

"This……"

What Qiu Sheng wanted to say was that this matter was too outrageous, because how could it be possible?

But then he saw the serious looks in Jingjing's and Jiale's eyes.

The four men, each holding a knife, stared at each other.

It's unclear how much time had passed before Wen finally removed the knife from his neck and spoke:

"No, I can't do it."

"Qiu Sheng, how about I kill you, and you kill me?"

"Anyway, it says that you have to die after completing the mission, but it doesn't say how you will die."

"no!"

Jiale stopped him.

"Is it possible that suicide is also part of the training? What if they kill each other and then fail and have to do it all over again?"

As Jia Le said this, he stood up and picked up the long knife in his hand.

"Phew, you guys hurry up, I'm going first!"

After saying that, Jia Le twisted his wrist, and the sharp long knife flashed past.

Jia Le's head, with his eyes closed, rolled down at the feet of the three men.

It turned out that Jiale wasn't fearless; he had simply closed his eyes before he even began speaking. Wencai, witnessing this entire scene, wanted to shout something.

But before she could say anything, Qiu Sheng covered her mouth.

"Don't curse, don't curse, Moss can definitely hear you!"

"Be careful, or you'll be reported..."

Before Qiu Sheng could finish speaking, he felt another round head roll over.

It was Jingjing staring wide-eyed.
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The restaurant bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

The four people sitting around the square table stared wide-eyed.

Everyone was trying to calm their rapidly beating hearts.

But after seeing the other three.

They all started looking around, without prior arrangement.

At that very moment, Moss's voice rang out again from above the four of them.

"Please, all four of you, get ready!"

"Mission: A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a sword's frost chills fourteen provinces."

"This time, my identity is: swordsman."

"Mission prompt: In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. The sword is the king of weapons."

Moss finished speaking.

A sharp sword flew out from the shadows of the antique-style restaurant.

Before Jingjing could react, the longsword had already pierced through Jiale and Wencai's chests.

Finally, it was nailed to one of the doorposts.

It turned out to be a soft sword with a point but no handle.

Upon seeing this scene, Jingjing and Qiusheng instinctively leaned back and rolled over, reaching out to grab their waists.

But every time they tried to grab something, they came up empty-handed.

Instead, an unusual feeling emanated from behind, and someone reached out and touched it in mid-air.

A long sword was drawn.

But then Qiu Sheng and Jing Jing discovered that the enemy had changed!
The twenty-eighth time.

In the restaurant bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

Jiale opened his eyes and slowly drew the long sword from his back.

Spit out the tea from your mouth and then wipe it clean.

Finally, it was pulled between the elbows.

The sword's blade gleamed like a mirror.

The reflection revealed another swordsman sitting in the corner behind him.

Jia Le muttered to himself:
"We've fought twenty-seven times. Last time I lost by half a move. This time, let's see how you win!"

As the one minute ended.

A long sword flew out.

This time, however, it didn't come from a corner, but from Jia Le's hands.

With his way, he also gave his body.

The other three didn't say a word either.

At the same time, he drew his longsword, turned around, and pounced out.

Compared to the previous battle where the suicide squad fought against overwhelming odds, this was a different story.

This one is exactly the opposite.

There are only four enemies.

Or rather, four swordsmen, true swordsmen.

These four swordsmen may not be as physically strong as them.

However, the opponent's swordsmanship was enough to make up for these gaps, and even far exceeded them.

For the first dozen or so times, the four of them tried to imitate the model, and they worked together.

But they soon realized they had taken the wrong path.

So it eventually evolved into one-on-one matches with a fixed opponent.

After thoroughly understanding and mastering the opponent's tactics, and with more and more time spent fighting, the hope of winning finally appeared.

And this twenty-eighth time was what they considered the last time.

Swords flashed and clashed at the four corners of the restaurant.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai could never have imagined that this day would come.

The tip of Qiu Sheng's sword seemed to possess a spirit, swaying with his figure and constantly pointing at the enemy.

The opponent swung his sword horizontally, but Qiu Sheng, as if he had foreseen it, pointed his sword out just as the wine jar fell from the roof beam.

The wine jar exploded, and the longsword, dripping with wine, pierced straight into the enemy's heart.

He wiped his sword and retreated with great style.

Qiu Sheng, who was the first to defeat the enemy, did not go to help others.

Instead, he sat back down at the only intact table and chair in the restaurant.

This was the very spot where they had initially sat.

Qiu Sheng stared blankly at everything around him.

This is a normal reaction from a person who has experienced too many major events in a short period of time.

It is also called a shock-like state, acute stress response, psychological overload, etc.

But what Qiu Sheng didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

The cup of tea wasn't even finished yet.

All four of them returned to their seats.

"What's it this time?"

What needs to be done to end this?

Qiu Sheng was the first to speak up and ask.

Jiale and Jingjing exchanged a glance.

The former opens its mouth:
"Mission prompt: The sword is the king of all weapons."

"It is also said that there is no first place in literature, but there is no second place in martial arts."

"In other words, there only needs to be one winner."

"Next, I think it will be a swordsmanship contest among the four of us. It won't end until only one of us survives."

After Jia Le finished speaking, he thought everyone would fall silent.

But then they saw an unusual smile on Qiu Sheng's face.

Qiu Sheng casually and elegantly extended two fingers and slowly stroked the sword.

However, this person hasn't spoken yet.

Wen Cai pulled the soft sword from Qiu Sheng's chest, where blood was spurting out, and cursed as he spoke:
"Don't show off if there's nothing wrong with you, you scared me so much I had a stress reaction!"

"I thought you'd gone crazy!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng stared in astonishment at everything.

However, with his heart pierced, there was no hope of recovery. He pointed at Wencai and then died.

Qiu Sheng, who originally had the best chance of winning, was the first to be eliminated.

Seeing this, Jiale and Jingjing smiled wryly and raised their swords again.

The three of them got into a fierce fight.

To everyone's surprise, Jingjing was the one who won in the end.
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The sun was high in the sky, and everything was dark and gloomy.

Looking around, one side of the canyon was filled with soldiers wearing gray-black armor.

The phrase "tens of thousands of people, boundless and limitless" describes the ancient square formations.

And it was among this group of drought-stricken soldiers.

Four figures holding long spears opened their eyes in a daze.

After regaining his senses, Qiu Sheng was about to kick Wen Cai, but Wen Cai quickly dodged.

Fortunately, Jia Le and Jing Jing were nearby and quickly pulled the two apart, preventing a fight from breaking out.

"How dare you sneak attack me!"

"Who told you to laugh all of a sudden!"

"When he was a suicide squad member, he hesitated to kill himself, but when he was a swordsman, he killed me so easily."

Wen Cai raised his hand: "It's not just a casual thing, I've been wanting to do this for a long time!"

Qiu Sheng's expression immediately changed.

"I, you..."

Seeing the two of them start arguing so passionately, Jiale and Jingjing both gave up on their first attempt.

Instead, he closed his eyes and waited.

soon.

Moss's voice rang out from above.

"Please get ready, all four of you."

"Mission Name: One Man Holds the Pass Against Ten Thousand. The Guardian Is Not a Kin, But a Wolf and a Jackal."

"This time, my role is: soldier."

Task prompt:
In the morning, avoid fierce tigers; in the evening, avoid long snakes.

Grinding its teeth and sucking blood, it kills without hesitation.

He who steals a hook is a thief; he who steals a country becomes a lord.

"Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero."

Moss's voice ended.

The world came back to life.

The first sound was a bugle call, followed by the booming of war drums.

As armored spearmen at the forefront of the battle, the four were swept up by their surroundings and began their charge.

The black and red hues, like waves, intertwined.

The two armies clashed, spears sweeping across the battlefield! (End of Chapter)