"How can you call it heartless and courageous," Zhou Jinru said seriously, "This means that I respect everyone. Not everyone can share happiness with others. I love them all equally."

Adela was speechless for a moment: "Why do I think you are quibbling?"

"This is not a quibble, I am serious, I..."

He was just about to say something more when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure passing by quickly from the corner of his eye. He immediately grabbed Adela's shoulder with his backhand and took her into the container on the roadside, leaving only a gap.

After a while, the unfamiliar emotional source left within the range of emotional perception.

"what is that?"

It was Adela who answered Zhou Jinru. Her expression was particularly serious: "Scout, the National Guard is nearby."

Zhou Jinru was speechless. If this was to balance the strength gap between the two sides, then he and Adela would be looking down too much.

The two of them got out of the container. Adela was silent, her expression was not good-looking, and her mood was low.

"Adela."

Zhou Jinru shouted, and Adela looked up. The man held her shoulders firmly and said seriously: "If, I mean if, the factional struggle fails, what are you going to do?"

Adela said softly: "Zhou, we have all thought about failure, but we have never thought about what will happen to us after failure."

Her message is clear, if the faction fails, being a martyr is not a bad thing.

"It is a good thing to have a spirit of sacrifice, Adela, but it is not the only ending." Zhou Jinru grabbed Adela's wrist, raised her hand, and rubbed the thorn ring, "If the flame of struggle is completely extinguished,

The blood of those who have been sacrificed one after another has been shed in vain.”

"You want me to escape?"

"It's not about escaping. Fighting isn't about treating guests to a meal. It's about shedding blood and making sacrifices. Without the support of this city, you still have vast strategic depth. It's not the time to despair yet."

Adela said noncommittally: "Someone has to stand until the end."

Ming Yuexin, who had been squatting on Zhou Jinru's shoulder and was so bored that she held her chin while watching the show, said, "Stop acting in these sensational dramas. If you don't leave, the pursuers behind you will find you."

Zhou Jinru was convinced and pulled Adela to move on. He had said everything he wanted to say, whether he could listen to it or not was another matter.

The closer you get to the junction of the two regions, the more guards patrolling back and forth. They are well-equipped with not only long and short melee weapons, but also long-range attack crossbows. There are even shooters standing on the roof looking around.

.

"There are only two of us, so it's difficult to break through the encirclement."

Zhou Jinru stared at the nearest shooter and shook his head slightly: "There may not be a chance."

Adela grabbed his hand at once: "What do you want to do?"

"I go out to attract firepower. You know, those weak weapons can't really hurt me. They won't let me run around alone..."

Adela said firmly: "I'll go with you."

Zhou Jinru asked: "Then who will call on those who are still fighting?"

He looked at the ring in her hand and said: "They know you and the ring, but they don't know me. You have forgotten that I am a servant of the Shivaash family and I am not from your faction."

Adela struggled with her eyes, gradually let go of her hand, and warned: "Then be careful."

Facing those worried eyes, Zhou Jinru pretended to smile lightly: "You have to give me a reward."

"good."

Adela nodded in agreement, then hugged Zhou Jinru hard, kissed him fiercely, her four lips pressed together, and separated after a few seconds. She gasped and asked: "Fight, my warrior."

Zhou Jinru was stunned for two seconds, and then he said out of nowhere: "Fight for you, my lady."

He turned around and walked onto the road, first walking, then walking quickly, from a trot to a gallop.

"Snapped!"

A shooter standing on the roof looking around screamed and fell from the height of the second floor. He first hit a pile of debris and then rolled to the ground. The screams were heard far and wide.

After Zhou Jinru hit the target with a shot, he quickly put away his rifle and ran past with his waist pressed against the wall. However, there were so many people looking at him that no matter how well he hid it, he would be discovered. Suddenly there was a roar of people, and ten people ran out from the corner of the street.

Several heavily armed guard members rushed over with sharp weapons drawn.

Click!

The bolt of the gun was pulled. Zhou Jinru held the rifle with both hands and raised the gun to shoot without making any aiming movements. The hot bullets ejected from the muzzle and hit a soldier's thigh, scraping away a piece of flesh and blood. He immediately fell to the ground.

Struggling and crying.

At this time, the disadvantage of the rifle became apparent. It could not fire quickly. Zhou Jinru had to stop to reload ammunition, but the enemies would not give him this time.

The distance of about two hundred meters was reached in an instant. He reached out and put the rifle behind his back, pulled out the double swords hanging on his waist, and rushed towards a dozen soldiers.

"Aha!"

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and the first soldier who came into contact looked over with a strange scream, his face under the helmet was ferocious, and his attack was aimed at the vital point.

when!

puff!

First there was a sound of metal collision. The soldier opened his mouth wide, curled up and flew backwards three to four meters. He fell to the ground and could not make a sound. The severe pain and convulsions exhausted the air in his lungs. He was like a man leaving.

The fish in the water opened its mouth and desperately sucked in oxygen, but the pain was not reduced at all.

After knocking down the first soldier, Zhou Jinru kept walking, followed by the second, and then the third. His strength seemed to never run out. Even a shield-sword wielder was kicked from the front and his shield was thrown away, and then

Knocked to the ground.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sharp arrow was shot from the side, and the steel arrow came through the wind. This was a standard sneak attack. As long as you were hit, there was basically no chance of survival. Even if you were lucky enough to survive the arrow, you would still lose it.

Most of the combat effectiveness.

"middle!"

Buzz!

The shooter shot the arrow confidently. He did hit the target, but the vibration that followed made him widen his eyes.

The man actually caught the arrow with his hand!

What he caught was not an arrow, but an arrowhead!

"Strange, monster?! Is he a monster?!"

Holding the cold arrow in his palm, Zhou Jinru looked expressionless and without saying a word, he flew toward the frightened soldiers who were slowly retreating.

"kill!"

A soldier raised his weapon, and his comrades beside him summoned great courage and rushed forward with shouts, and all launched an attack.

The sharp blade slashed at his body. Zhou Jinru did not dodge or dodge. He flipped the long knife and struck the soldier who was the first to attack with the back of the knife. It was blocked by the protective vest, but the terrifying force caused the opponent's face to be violently twitched.

Eighty percent is gone, and the remaining two percent is not enough.

"Broken ribs, one row broken."

Zhou Jinru had an arrow in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. Faced with the siege of two other soldiers, he blocked left and right, kicked a soldier in the knee, breaking the bones and tendons, and inserted an arrow into the shoulder of a soldier. The steel arrow pierced the flesh.

He came out, bloody and bloody, and threw the long knife in his hand with his backhand. The shooter, who was suffering from liver and gallbladder, tried to hide again, but it was too late. He saw the long knife's blade facing up, inserted between his legs, and he almost had to fight with his descendants.

Say goodbye to future generations.

Ming Yuexin, who had been watching the battle for a long time, sighed: "Doctor is a bit bullying. It's really hard to deal with these ordinary people at your level..."

"Isn't it fun to fry fish?"

Zhou Jinru was panting a little. No matter how hard he controlled his physical strength, he had to deal with more than a dozen people by himself, and he still had to be careful of sneak attacks from a distance. It consumed a lot of energy and there was no way to recover for a while. He had to make more noise in order to give Adai

Pull creates a weakly guarded gap.

"Is it happy to be kissed, or to bully ordinary people?"

This is a torture of the soul. Zhou Jinru cannot answer. He is very unwilling to admit it, but he has to say that it is no wonder that in those movies where personal heroism is prevalent, the heroine always gives the hero a kiss, and then the hero rushes to show her personal strength.

Like a peacock spreading its wings.

It tastes really good.

"Be careful, someone is coming from ahead!"

When Mingyue Xin's reminder came out, Zhou Jinru had already raised his head and saw a knight in bright silver armor riding up to him, carrying a long spear, and the sharp blade of the spear was pointed at him.

"What should I say, come to the general's name?"

"Stop being pretentious, this is Grani from the sitcom, she is the deputy captain of the guard!"

Grani?!

Zhou Jinru was surprised. He didn't expect that the first time he saw Grani in a sitcom, it would be in such a scene, with them as enemies.

The horse's hooves were flying, the knight's arm was slightly raised, and the lance was stabbing. Zhou Jinru pulled out another saber. Even Grani could not get anything good from him!

when!

The knight's spear was deflected away, but with the strength of his horse, the considerable impact made Zhou Jinru's arms numb. He took five or six steps back before he stopped. The energy and blood all over his body was boiling, and his chest felt even tighter.

"This is my first time fighting against infantry and cavalry."
To be continued...