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The Azure Brick Wall stood tall, the sound of the wind whispering through its cracks.
At the foot of the tightly shut city gate, a group of people was engaged in a heated argument. Yes, an argument.
Cold Man's face was ashen as he pointed angrily at a burly Militia member, who defiantly spat back, his neck craned in defiance. The others sat at the base of the city wall, resting and watching the spectacle with mixed expressions. Dream Fan had a swollen left cheek and blood at the corner of his mouth, yet he wore a pleased expression as he sat with Effie and Pockmarked Girl, sneering at the two who were hurling insults at each other. A corpse lay sprawled before the Arch Bridge, its blood pooling beneath it, slowly drying.
Half an hour earlier, an old face had appeared over the Battlements. Cold Man was ecstatic, waving his arms and shouting loudly.
However, the way that old man responded to Cold Man left everyone stunned.
He spat at Cold Man and then grabbed the Militia member who had climbed up the City Wall, forcefully throwing him off the Battlements. The Militia member let out a startled cry, flailing in mid-air for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The crowd gasped in shock, everyone taken aback.
"Get lost."
The old man uttered a single word before shaking his head and disappearing from view.
Immediately after, Xiaofei and Pockmarked Girl's screams pierced through the dawn light, tearing apart the remnants of night.
The Militia members were dumbfounded, their legs trembling as they looked at Cold Man, who wore a dazed expression as if doused with cold water.
"Weren't you supposed to be in charge here?"
"Weren't you supposed to have backup?"
"Weren't you supposed to be safe here?"
Faced with the Militia's questions, Cold Man's anger flared.
He first pointed at the empty city wall and cursed loudly. After venting for a while and finding it unfulfilling, he turned to see Xin Mengfan sneering repeatedly. Enveloped by rage, he strode over and slapped Dream Fan hard across the face before turning his gun towards the increasingly vocal Militia members questioning him.
Under the faint light of dawn, a farce unfolded, with a cacophony of insults exchanged between former revolutionary comrades. Just hours ago, they had stood side by side, but now they hurled venomous words at each other in rapid succession.
Only two members of the Militia refrained from joining the verbal battle: one was the unfortunate soul abandoned on the city wall, and the other was the Leash Militia.
The Leash Militia wore a sorrowful expression, glancing back and forth between the Cold Man and Xin Mengfan, hesitating to speak before finally letting out a sigh.
"I thought only women would argue with their hands on their hips," Pockmarked Girl yawned, fatigue washing over her. "Why don’t they just fight?"
"None of them are real men," Dream Fan scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Last night I thought I underestimated him, but now it seems I overestimated him."
"Hey, you should keep your comments to yourself," the Leash Militia sighed again, speaking softly. "Be careful he doesn’t turn on you next."
"How could you still want to sleep with him? If someone hits your woman, you wouldn’t dare say a word," Dream Fan retorted sharply, pointing at the bewildered Militia. "Get lost; you’ve missed your chance."
The Militia was left dumbfounded by her tirade, staring blankly for a moment before mumbling, "When did you become my woman?"
"Shut up; that will never happen," Dream Fan shot back, her face cooling as she bit her lip. At first glance, she resembled a Little Woman who had been wronged and was now scolding her man.
Pockmarked Girl and Xiaofei shared expressions similar to the Militia's, stunned for a while before realizing what was happening. Unable to break the tension, they suppressed their laughter and focused on counting ants, mentally awarding countless Best Actress trophies to Xin Mengfan.
It must be said that no matter when it happens, a delicate beauty with tears in her eyes can awaken a deep-seated protective instinct in many men, even if that man is rather cowardly.
Thus, the Leash Militia found it hard to sit still. After being caught off guard by Dream Fan's sharp tongue, he felt a pang of sympathy for her pitiful appearance. With a mix of confusion and concern on his face, he approached Dream Fan and gently wiped away nonexistent tears from her cheeks.
"What do you want me to do?" the Militia asked awkwardly, his remaining rationality screaming that she wasn't his woman while his protective instincts broke free and overwhelmed him.
"Just hold me," Dream Fan replied quickly, slipping into character. Moments ago she had been firing insults like a machine gun; now her voice trembled with emotion as she leaned her head against the Militia's shoulder without waiting for his response.
Meanwhile, several other members of the Militia watching the verbal sparring stared in disbelief at this unexpected display of affection, their expressions reflecting a sense of injustice from the heavens above.
Effie and Pockmarked Girl cleverly shifted to the side, trying their best not to interfere with Dream Fan's performance. Pockmarked Girl, ever the instigator, threw a flirtatious glance at the nearby Militia. However, beauty was the ultimate currency, and the previously envious Militia quickly turned away, returning to their serious banter with Cold Man, leaving Pockmarked Girl's efforts in vain.
"Damn it, a bunch of old bachelors," Pockmarked Girl muttered angrily, only to find Effie staring blankly ahead. Following her gaze, she was stunned.
There leaned Dream Fan against Militia's shoulder, adjusting her angle as her red lips drew near to Militia's ear. Whether she was whispering or doing something else was unclear, but suddenly, the half-squatting Militia began to tremble as if electrocuted. His rough hands, which had awkwardly rested at his sides, now shakily wrapped around Dream Fan's slender waist, emitting a suppressed yet comfortable sound from his throat.
It wasn't just Militia, who hadn't indulged in such pleasures for a long time; even Effie and Pockmarked Girl felt their faces flush and hearts race at the tantalizing scene, unable to tear their eyes away.
After what felt like centuries, Dream Fan reluctantly sat up straight, a glistening droplet of saliva hanging between her slightly parted lips, her eyes filled with fiery passion.
Militia, Effie, and Guli all swallowed hard, goosebumps rising on their skin.
"Don't you dare back out," Dream Fan said playfully one moment and then shyly blushed the next. Her cheeks tinged pink as she blinked at Militia with her watery eyes.
"Mm-hmm," Militia took a deep breath, his dazed eyes finally regaining focus. Breathing heavily, he held Dream Fan's hand seriously and said, "Don't worry; I'll find a chance."
Dream Fan said no more, perfectly teasing Militia's appetite with a meaningful smile before breaking eye contact.
Militia seemed to have taken on some mission. He touched his ear nervously, thought for a moment, then stood up and walked toward Cold Man.
Effie and Guli widened their eyes in unison and asked, "What did you do to him? What did you say?"
"Just watch," Dream Fan replied as she turned her head away and spat out some saliva. The spring-like aura around her vanished as she coldly added, "This time I need to help Brother Jiu deal with this guy so he won't cause trouble later."
Effie and Guli exchanged glances, utterly baffled and unsure of what scheme Dream Fan had concocted.
Leash Militia approached Cold Man and whispered something. Cold Man paused for a moment before stopping his tirade as if deep in thought. After a while, he called over several Militia members who huddled together for a whispered discussion. Though doubt lingered on their faces, they appeared much calmer than before and nodded along as they craned their necks toward the towering city wall.
"What are they planning?" Pockmarked Girl asked.
"Let's get on the city wall," Dream Fan said with a sly smile. "Arguing here like a bunch of lost dogs is pointless; we might as well take action."
"Ah."
"Forget it, we're prisoners, just watch," Dream Fan winked and sat up, gazing across at Arch Bridge, her thoughts drifting.
"What’s wrong?" Effie followed her gaze but saw nothing except for the swaying weeds.
"Nothing," Dream Fan shrugged. "The sun is nice today."
Cold Man and the others had been discussing for quite a while and seemed to have reached a conclusion. The group dispersed, each shouldering their packs as they slipped into the narrow passage between the city wall and the Moat. Leash Militia continued to hold the reins, sneaking a wink at Dream Fan with an expression of barely contained pride. The three girls smiled back at him in perfect unison, then stealthily climbed over the railing, hurrying along the base of the city wall. After walking about three to five hundred meters, they came to a halt.
Cold Man approached the edge of the Moat and glanced at the distant gate tower. A protruding section of Brick Wall blocked their view of the gate tower, and their stopping point was perfectly situated in a blind spot.
"Up," Cold Man waved his hand decisively. A few Militias exchanged glances before climbing up with daggers clenched in their mouths.
"You too," Cold Man beckoned to Leash Militia.
"Ah, aren't you watching them?" Leash Militia asked.
"Tie them up, everyone go up," Cold Man instructed without noticing Leash Militia's change in expression. He pulled out a length of hemp rope from his backpack and began binding the girls' legs together. After a moment's thought, he also tied a rope around their mouths.
"Hurry up; be quick about it later," Cold Man focused entirely on the City Wall where the first Militias had already climbed halfway up. Once he finished tying them up, he quickly pulled Leash Militia along toward the wall, mimicking a spider's team.
Effie and Pockmarked Girl were beginning to understand; it seemed Cold Man wasn't going to take them along after all—he planned to learn from Song Jiu and launch a surprise attack instead. They had been cursing beneath the City Wall for ages without any response from above; not even a lookout was stationed there. Thinking back, perhaps there was just that one old fellow up there. Pockmarked Girl felt somewhat sentimental and couldn't help but think of Song Jiu; he seemed to be an expert at these kinds of things. If Song Jiu were here, he would have already led people up onto the City Wall instead of wasting time down below.
The three girls were tied back to back, unable to move. They turned their heads to watch as the Militias climbed over the Battlements one by one, feeling relieved yet worried about how they would untie themselves.
"Mmmph," Pockmarked Girl mumbled through the rope in her mouth, but no one paid her any mind.
"Ah, Gray," Pockmarked Girl called out.
"Shh," Dream Fan nudged her, signaling her to keep quiet.
Suddenly, something fell from above, landing with a muffled thud in the grass and bouncing away.
The three girls looked up to see Leash Militia making a slicing motion before quickly disappearing behind the Battlements.
"Chili Oil High," Pockmarked Girl exclaimed, her sharp eyes catching sight of a dagger that had fallen onto the grass.
"Luo Wo Association," Dream Fan responded eagerly, trying to express herself as she wriggled her body toward the dagger.
The sky was high and clear, with bright sunshine.
On the city wall, several figures swiftly moved toward the gate tower; below the wall, a group of girls struggled to shift, not far from them the dagger glinted ominously; outside the wall, the swaying wild grass rustled softly, revealing tattered clothes stained with blood that flickered in and out of view among the grass. Waves of grass rolled out as groups of gaunt Zombies staggered forward, greedily inhaling the sweet scent of flesh and blood that filled the air.
Luo Yu crouched in a tree, using the lush foliage to conceal herself as she watched the Horde surging toward the Arch Bridge below, her delicate brows furrowed in concern.
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