dragon raja

Burning chess pieces

When they walked out of the office, they saw the maintenance department people looking for a toolbox to go in and repair the window with a big hole in it caused by a PPK machine gun. They were the strongest and most powerful carpenters Lu Mingfei had ever seen. Each of them had a face like a special forces soldier, with strong muscles that seemed able to tear a tight T-shirt, and eyes as cold as daggers.

"They are also responsible for the daily security of the school. They are all people of an age who have made outstanding contributions to the Navy SEALs." Toyama Masashi saw Lu Mingfei's confusion, "But they are nothing. When you meet the cadres of the executive department, you will find that they are all ordinary people."

Lu Mingfei tried to imagine the executive department cadres who were more extraordinary than the combat machines of the maintenance department. He thought of the towering Gundams. But he didn't care. The huge mental shock turned him into a wilted chicken. Professor Guderian patted him on the shoulder and sent him out of the medieval building. Outside were green lawns, crimson cobblestone roads and classical buildings. In the distance, pigeons were flying on the roof of a building that looked like a church.

The sunshine at least restored some of Lu Mingfei's vitality. He thought he had to find out what role his parents played in this ridiculous admissions case. When he was a child, he never thought that his parents, who looked ordinary, would be so sinister as to torture their only child to death. Was he adopted?

"My mom..." Lu Mingfei had just uttered these words when he suddenly heard a shrill air raid sirens. The sirens echoed throughout the campus like a roaring, running ghost, giving people goose bumps. The instantly stern expressions of Professor Guderian and Toyama Masashi clearly showed that the situation was very bad.

"Huh? Is it an air raid?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "Are the dragons attacking? Will the dragons use air raids? Yes, they can fly!"

After he shouted like this, he realized that he had obviously accepted the Kassel Academy's philosophy that "dragons do exist in this world." But he also discovered something strange. Such a large campus was empty. Apart from the group of maintenance department cadres, only he, Professor Guderian and Toyama Masashi were left standing by the lawn. Even if the summer vacation had not yet ended, this was too unreasonable.

"Find cover! Find cover! Damn it, they're about to start!" Professor Guderian shouted.

"Let's go back to the office and hide for a while!" Masashi Toyama said with a serious expression.

While Lu Mingfei was still thinking about how the dragon tribe would attack the last bastion of the dragon slayer, a group of people wearing black combat uniforms and holding M4 rifles appeared on the stairs of the small building behind them. The cadres from the maintenance department dutifully flashed out of the office and seemed to stop them, but the other party raised their guns and shot cleanly. The men with special forces bodies fell down the moment they rushed out of the office door and waved their arms.

Lu Mingfei's mind went blank, and he thought that his medical insurance for sending the body back to China would be used immediately.

Before those people pointed their guns at Lu Mingfei, Toyama Masashi dragged him and Professor Guderian into the narrow passage between the buildings. The soldiers in black combat uniforms completely ignored the three targets and flashed past the narrow passage at high speed. In the peaceful and beautiful church, people in crimson combat uniforms rushed out. The extremely silent campus suddenly became a battlefield. People poured out of every building. They were divided into groups according to the color of their uniforms. Everyone was armed and shot at them mercilessly. Many people were knocked to the ground the first moment they appeared.

"What does the student president want to do? What's his name? He doesn't want to have credits deducted, right?" Professor Guderian covered his ears amid the deafening sound of gunfire and roared at Masashi Toyama.

"Have they been in the science department?" Toyama Masashi said, squatting down with the agility of a soldier. Lu Mingfei could almost hear the whistling sound of the bullet passing in front of him. He couldn't see it clearly, but he thought it must be a real bullet, and if Toyama Masashi was a moment slower, he would have fallen down like the maintenance department cadres. He was completely dumbfounded. Would the student union of this school take fighting as its mission?

"His name is Caesar Gattuso!" Toyama Masashi stood up and said angrily, "The dandy kid who drove his Bugatti Veyron across the campus!"

He pulled out the ground-handled cannon version of the PPK from his arms, replaced the magazine, and his face was full of determination as a commando about to rush into the battlefield.

"I will remember this time. If he chooses my class, I will let him know the principles of being a human being!" Professor Guderian shouted.

His life ended as he finished saying this. A bullet with great kinetic energy shot into his body at high speed, leaving a smoking hole in his suit that had not been ironed for a long time. Blood splashed out. Professor Guderian lowered his head and took a hard look at the bullet hole on his body. He pulled Lu Mingfei and said only one sentence, "Your course selection list..."

Then he collapsed to the ground. Masashi Toyama, who tried to rush over to drag him away, was shot in the back. He seemed to be pushed from behind and suddenly fell forward a few steps and never got up again.

"This can't be a joke, right?" Lu Mingfei's heart was screaming desperately. Right in front of him, someone really died.

He hid behind a protruding outer pillar, feeling the hail of bullets. The bullets grazed his nose. The campus had become a slaughterhouse. Poor him, he hadn't even been assigned a dormitory yet, and he didn't know which side was the dragons and which was the humans. And that damn Caesar Gattuso, the president of the student union, what the hell was he? Lu Mingfei felt that his not-so-smart brain was now filled with paste. If it was shot through at this moment, it would definitely not be brain matter that would spurt out.

"Damn, what was I thinking?" He couldn't help but admire himself a little. Apparently, he was still able to have wild thoughts at this critical moment of life and death. This could probably only be attributed to the fact that he was too stupid and didn't attach enough importance to his own life.

"Locate! Locate! There are still forty-three people on the other side!"

"There are twenty-seven of them left! There is a sniper that we cannot locate! He has killed thirteen of us! Get rid of him!"

Both sides roared into the intercom and continued to shoot. The sound was so loud that it could be heard across the campus. Lu Mingfei thought that they didn't need intercom equipment. According to the Northeast dialect, communication basically depends on shouting. But the strange thing was that no one rushed into the narrow road where Lu Mingfei was. There were just cold bullets constantly shooting at him. Lu Mingfei stood like a wooden man beside the two bodies of Professor Guderian and Toyama Masashi. He didn't know if he could use the four words "heart surge" to describe his feelings at the moment.

It was unknown how long this mutual s*******r-like battle lasted. The peaceful and tranquil campus was filled with smoke. From the church exit to the direction of the Sunshine Restaurant, the lawns and paths were full of corpses. Lu Mingfei guessed that his heartbeat had been close to the limit of 180 beats per minute several times. The stuff called adrenaline was secreted like sweat... He could die at any second, but he was fine... Always fine... Always fine... Those strictly trained soldiers seemed to have eyes on their backs. They often turned around and shot the enemies who raised their guns in the shadows, but no one noticed Lu Mingfei, a living person who was waiting to die.

Lu Mingfei squatted on the ground, holding his chin and looking out, and gradually he saw something. The two groups of people wearing black combat uniforms and crimson combat uniforms were obviously in opposition. They were trying to attack each other's fortress. The black team's fortress was the small building they were in just now, and the crimson team's fortress was the church across the lawn. In addition, they had ambushed people in different buildings, but the parking lot in the center of the two sides' positions was a meat grinder. When the assault teams of both sides tried to rush through the other side's barrage, they had to force their way through the small parking lot. There was not enough cover there, and now at least forty people died there.

"If it's the Zerg charging like this, it would make some sense, but you can't continue to send out troops... As a human, shouldn't you set up a tank to cover the position first? Creating some smoke would be a good idea... Otherwise, you could consider sending a shadow to drop a nuclear bomb." Lu Mingfei was lost in thought amid the hail of bullets.

When this thought came to an end, Lu Mingfei saw with his own eyes a Crimson Team fighter who was carrying a black briefcase and trying to rush through the parking lot was knocked to the ground by a sniper rifle bullet from above. A yellow nuclear symbol was clearly visible on the overturned briefcase...

Lu Mingfei smiled twitchingly, "It seems not so bad... Being killed by a nuclear bomb at such a close distance, it probably won't hurt at all..."

Thinking of this, he just wanted to lie down and fall asleep.

The smoke cleared slightly, and a deep and powerful voice came from all directions. It was played through a certain PA system. "Caesar, how many people do you still have alive? Do you want to continue?"

"Chu Zihang, you did a good job," the other party's voice seemed to come from the same PA system, revealing a cold smile, "There's only me and one girl left here, do you want to use the girls to charge?"

"Chu Zihang?" Lu Mingfei was stunned and wanted to stick his head out of the narrow passage to take a look. He felt that the name was very familiar.

"I only have one girl left, but it's a pity. She's the sniper that's giving you headaches. As long as she locks onto the parking lot, you won't be able to get through. Unfortunately, she's not cut out for infiltration."

"It won't be a dead end, will it? Wouldn't that be a pity?"

"Caesar, are you chatting with me? Why do I hear the sound of you reloading bullets while you are talking?"

"No, I'm unloading the bullets in my magazine. I only have a Desert Eagle and only seven 0.5-inch AE bullets. There will be no more bullets once they are empty." Caesar probably deliberately moved the magazine close to the microphone. The sound of bullets leaving the magazine one by one was crisp and pleasant, and carried murderous intent like the vibration of a blade leaving its sheath.

After a moment of silence, it was as if thousands of iron soldiers fell on the table, deafening like thunder. "These are all the 32 rounds of 9mm caliber bullets in my Uzi. I threw them all on the table. Is your magazine empty?"

"It's empty. Now I only have a hunting knife left. What about you?"

"Of course it's the 'Murasame', this is my command sword."

"See you in the parking lot."

"very good."

The hissing sound of the electric current in the loudspeaker suddenly stopped. It was obvious that both sides had cut off the communication. The campus with hundreds of corpses suddenly became as quiet as a dead city. The smoke from the weapons filled the battlefield like a layer of morning fog. Lu Mingfei hid in the narrow passage and looked up. The sunlight shone on him through the smoke, revealing a gloomy atmosphere. Lu Mingfei felt that something bad was about to happen, so he lay down next to the bodies of Toyama Masashi and Professor Guderian and pretended to be dead...

He and Professor Guderian were only half a foot apart, face to face. Looking at the lifelike face of this old fellow, he thought that he was really good to him. Although he couldn't say that he knew him well, he looked full of expectations. But he was killed for no reason. He felt a little sad.

He squinted his eyes and looked out, which was one of his special skills. Uncle and aunt always thought that Lu Mingfei was very lazy and would sleep until four or five in the afternoon. In fact, he just liked to stay in bed and read. When the footsteps of uncle and aunt or Lu Mingze came from outside the house, he immediately hugged the book to his chest and pretended to be asleep. He repeatedly honed his skills and could squint his eyes into a very small slit, through which he could see the movement of dead fish eyes, just like he was sleeping soundly.

The doors of the church and the small building opened at the same time, and heavy combat boots took the first step almost at the same time.

The man in the dark red uniform was holding a military hunting knife about half a meter long, with golden patterns imprinted on the black blade. The man in the black uniform was holding a Japanese sword, the blade reflecting the sunlight and was dazzling.

"What are we doing? Hand-to-hand combat?" Lu Mingfei thought, "We're charging with miniature nuclear bombs, and we're still engaging in hand-to-hand combat?" He felt that these people were completely crazy, but anyway, their actions had always been illogical, so he gradually got used to it.

The man in crimson occupier suit stood at one side of the parking lot, took off his mask, and let his long golden hair fall down, setting off a face as clear as a Greek sculpture, so handsome that it was hard to look at. His eyes were a rare ice blue, and his gaze was completely cold. He tossed the hunting knife in the air, expressionless. The man in black occupier suit opposite also took off his mask, revealing a head of black hair. Lu Mingfei could only see his back, and saw that the hard hair was untamed, pointing in different directions, as sharp as a sword.

"You're stronger than I thought, since you can get in front of me." The blond man said, looking at the blade of the hunting knife.

"I don't feel honored to be praised by Caesar." The black-haired young man responded indifferently.

“But that’s it.” Lu Mingfei said in his heart.

He was guessing Caesar's lines, and the conversation between the two was so silly that it was like the hero finally meeting the big devil in the game.

"But that's it! Chu Zihang!" Caesar actually said this.

But Lu Mingfei was not in the mood to laugh. The moment Caesar said this, he shot out like a sharp arrow, like an eagle swooping down from the sky! He roared like thunder, and the hunting knife and the arm could not be recognized. That was because of the faster speed, making his knife almost invisible!

This was a swing of the knife that was meant to kill someone. It was sharp, tough, and murderous, with the majesty of an emperor. With one swing of the knife, even a piece of iron in front of it would be cut in half.

But Chu Zihang on the opposite side was not made of iron, but the long sword in his hand was. He stood still and did not move, and the long sword slowly swept across an arc and condensed in mid-air. At the moment when Caesar's almost fatal sword came, Chu Zihang's sword suddenly disappeared. With just a flick of his wrist, Chu Zihang's long sword made a huge flash and hit Caesar's sword tip with little force. This is a skill of super speed and strength. The sword is a lever. The force on the tip of the sword will transfer the greatest force to the wrist of the holder of the sword. The time chosen by Chu Zihang is the moment before Caesar really exerts force. In the moment before Caesar's power exploded, he hit Caesar's most empty point of power. Lu Mingfei's mortal eyes could not see these details clearly. He only felt that Caesar rushed in front of Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang did not move in his horse stance, but only half of his body flashed, but Caesar seemed to hit a stone wall, staggered slightly, leaned back, and then took a few steps back.

Caesar's imperial aura was completely blocked by Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that he could breathe more easily.

The air was filled with the sound of metal buzzing, which was the vibration of Chu Zihang's long sword. He looked at his sword and nodded, "Compared with 'd**k Tudo', Murasame is still inferior."

Before he finished speaking, Caesar once again swung the hunting knife named "Dictator" and rushed forward. Although Lu Mingfei was not very good at history, he knew that it meant "dictator" in ancient Rome. In Caesar's hand, the hunting knife did have the same tough aura as a dictator, while the "Murasame" in Chu Zihang's hand was like a ghost blending into the air, always flashing suddenly and making a fatal s***h.

Lu Mingfei had heard of the sword "Murasame". He played all kinds of pirated games and was proficient in game weapons. It was said that "Murasame" was the evolved version of "Muramasa". The famous Japanese sword "Muramasa" would automatically transform into the demon sword "Murasame" after killing 1,000 people. After killing people, the sword would naturally ooze out the patter of rain to wash away the blood. But Lu Mingfei had also checked the information and knew that this sword did not exist in Japanese history. It was just a fiction created by a scriptwriter in the Edo period, Kyokutei Bakin, in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs of Minamisato Satomi". And here, someone actually pulled out such a sword. This made Lu Mingfei finally understand how correct Adidas' motto "lmpossible is nothing" was. Now even if Caesar pulled out a "Frostmourne" from behind, Lu Mingfei would not feel strange.

The desperate fight between the two sides turned into a dance performance. Caesar pushed forward with strength and speed, but was always forced to retreat under Chu Zihang's lightning attack. The speed of both sides was so fast that Lu Mingfei could not see clearly. A blurry black figure, a blurry crimson figure, and the strong sunlight reflected by the village rain mixed together and could not be separated.

The vibration sound of Chu Zihang's knife in the air became more and more intense, mixed with Caesar's roar, and the murderous aura was thick and sticky.

The sound of footsteps came from behind the narrow passage. Lu Mingfei was startled and his ears perked up slightly. His ear muscles had not completely degenerated, so his ears could move and he seemed to hear sounds very clearly.

It was indeed the sound of footsteps, slowly approaching. Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that the other party might have a gun. He wanted to immediately cover his ears that were moving around, so as not to expose that he was the last living person here.

But the other party had already switched from sneaking to running, heading straight for Lu Mingfei, at an incredibly fast speed. Lu Mingfei's heart sank, thinking that he had finally been discovered, all because of the damn rabbit ears that he was said to have inherited from his father.

Before he could jump up and raise his hands to say, "I surrender! I am an innocent passerby!", the approaching man stepped on his back, stepped on his "corpse" and jumped up lightly, and flashed out of the narrow path.

The opponent's body jumped up very lightly, but Lu Mingfei was stepped on directly, and the step happened to be on his lungs, squeezing out the breath. He couldn't help but say "ouch".

The man in the crimson occupation uniform was startled, pulled out the Colt pistol from his waist, spun around, squatted, sat cross-legged on the ground, and pointed behind him.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and met the man's eyes. He saw the man's eyes, which were charming but sharp as a knife, and familiar to him. There was also the dark red long hair tied into a ponytail, and the shiny four-leaf clover earrings on the ears, swaying.

"Come here, little white rabbit, give me a hug!" The voice jumped in his mind, and when it said this, it was these eyes looking at him, so beautiful that it was frightening.

"Nono, it's me, it's me!" Lu Mingfei became happy. Apart from the two crazy guys who were still fighting with knives, the last living person here was Chen Motong, whom he knew.

Then he realized that Nuonuo was from the Crimson Team, the only girl on the Crimson Team besides Caesar, and at this moment, Nuonuo was only one step away from the Black Team's base. Nuonuo was also in that battle, so it was completely unknown whether she would show mercy to his men. There were no normal people here. Lu Mingfei suddenly thought clearly. In fact, he didn't know what kind of girl Chen Motong or Nuonuo was. On the way from China to the United States and here, it was this girl who made him feel at ease.

Why did he trust Nuonuo? Maybe it was just because she helped him out of trouble, which made him feel that he was not alone in this world. But why did Nuonuo do this?

"You?" Nuonuo was also a little surprised when she saw Lu Mingfei's face.

“Sister, don’t shoot. I don’t know anything. I don’t know why I am here!” When Lu Mingfei realized that he and Nuo Nuo were still enemies, he raised his hands and said, “I surrender! I am just a passerby!”

"Get down!" Nuo Nuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly yelled at Lu Mingfei and fired at the same time.

Lu Mingfei lay flat on the ground without a second thought. The bullet whizzed past his head, just a hair away from blowing him up in the head. The bullet was aimed at the person behind Lu Mingfei, the girl in black combat uniform, who was lying flat on the ground with a sniper rifle. Her figure was blocked by Lu Mingfei who stood up. Lu Mingfei didn't see how she appeared behind him, but Nuonuo knew clearly that she jumped out of the side window with the gun and fell into the narrow passage.

Nono's bullet left the chamber a moment late, and flames shot out from the barrel of the sniper rifle. A 0.5-inch caliber bullet brushed against the pistol bullet fired by Nono at that moment and hit Nono directly in the chest.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the large pools of blood spreading across Nuonuo's chest, staining the crimson combat uniform black. Nuonuo was almost knocked to the ground by the large-caliber bullet, but she used her last bit of strength to sit up firmly, looked down at the wound on her chest, and shook her head at Lu Mingfei. She fired a moment too late, and the bullet bounced off the wall.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw the black muzzle behind him emitting smoke. If a person was hit by a sniper rifle with a huge caliber at this distance, there was absolutely no way to save him. The bullet would completely shatter the person's internal organs into blood.

He looked back at Nuo Nuo again, not daring to believe his eyes, but the dripping blood reminded him that all this was real.

Are they all true?

It's all true.

His head suddenly ached violently, as if something was trying to come out from deep inside. His eyes went dark, and on the black screen, purple snakes seemed to be swimming silently. Behind those snakes, brilliant golden eyes opened, and a voice like a bell said in his ear, "Are you willing to exchange?"

Exchange? Exchange what?

But there was a vague desire that made him want to agree, as if things would be different if he agreed, and something would change the moment he agreed.

What should be changed? What can be changed in time? Nuonuo died right in front of him. He wanted to save her, but he didn't have the ability.

"We won! Caesar! You failed!" The girl with short black hair shouted at the two people who were still swinging knives and killing in the parking lot.

Indeed, they won. At this moment, neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang could leave the battlefield. Only this girl with jet-black hair and transparent white skin was left. She could easily walk into Caesar's base humming a song and win this game of killing many people. Caesar could only watch. Originally, Caesar's tactic was to delay Chu Zihang by himself and let Nuonuo take advantage of the situation, but Lu Mingfei appeared in a bad position and ruined everything.

It was as if before the endgame, an indescribable red chess piece suddenly appeared on the "capture" position of both sides.

The girl's cheers didn't last long. The deafening gunshot from behind drowned out her shouts. The bullets from behind had a huge momentum, pushing her forward. She didn't believe it either. She struggled to look back. Lu Mingfei was holding the PPK left by Toyama Masashi, the pistol that had been modified to look like a cannon.

The red chess piece suddenly caught fire!

Caesar and Chu Zihang were obviously shocked by the loud gunshot, and they both withdrew their hands and retreated. The situation on the battlefield changed continuously because of this strange red chess piece, and they couldn't understand it. But what made them even more incomprehensible was still to come, or to be more precise, surprise. Lu Mingfei threw away the PPK and turned around to pick up the 0.5 caliber sniper rifle left by the female sniper.

"How did you get in?" Caesar raised his hand and was about to yell, "Anyone who has nothing to do with this is out!"

A large-caliber bullet hit him in the chest, and he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with his back facing the sky.

Chu Zihang slowly turned around, facing the dark muzzle of Lu Mingfei's gun, and stared at him from a distance. Chu Zihang's golden pupils reflected the shining light of Murasame's sword. He threw Murasame away and slowly raised his hand, "Who are you?"

The light of the golden pupil suddenly made Lu Mingfei sober up. He realized what he had just done and wanted to throw away the sniper rifle in his hand. He also recognized Chu Zihang. It was indeed the legendary figure of his high school. When Lu Mingfei was in the first year of high school, Chu Zihang was the president of the school student union. He always inspected the classes during morning exercises. Lu Mingfei had seen this legendary figure up close several times.

What he disliked most about Chu Zihang at that time was that every time it drizzled, they had to insist on doing morning exercises, but Chu Zihang could walk slowly through the corridor of the teaching building in a spotless white coat, looking down at them from above and giving scores to each formation.

But the Chu Zihang now is completely different from the one in Lu Mingfei's memory. He is no longer the boy from a wealthy family who studies well, lives a comfortable life and wears a Burberry scarf. Chu Zihang now is like a lone wolf. His golden eyes hide a lot of things, exactly the same as what Lu Mingfei always saw in his dreams. He did not wash dishes in the United States as Lu Mingfei guessed, but joined Kassel College. This was not Chu Zihang's original goal of going abroad. Lu Mingfei didn't know what happened.

Everything was wrong, everything was messed up.

Lu Mingfei couldn't remember clearly. Just now, he felt a rage like a flame burning from the bottom of his heart. When the blood splashed on Nuonuo's face, he felt his spine was as painful as if it was burned red, and everything in front of him went dark. He still had the sniper rifle in his hand and still had the advantage, but his senior brother was holding the deadly "Murasame". If he threw down the gun, Chu Zihang might kill him, but why did he shoot at Chu Zihang? He had just killed two people. He didn't want to kill Caesar and the girl. Everything was some kind of damn instinctive reaction.

Lu Mingfei wondered if he would let Chu Zihang go if he dropped the gun and shouted to him that it was just an accident. There must be police in the United States. The noise of the gunfight was so loud, the police should be coming. He suddenly looked forward to hearing the sirens.