The castle gate burst open, and the morning sun poured down, but it could not illuminate the solemn faces of the three people.
What greeted them was not the air of freedom, but a carefully woven web of death.
The cold muzzles of guns poked out from the darkness, and they were like a steel beast that was ready to devour people.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, mixed with the fishy smell of soil, which was nauseating.
Dai Shiya's heart sank suddenly, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The sound of the wind in her ears became sharp, like countless tiny steel needles piercing her eardrums.
She felt a chill in her palms and subconsciously tightened her husband's hand.
His broad and warm palms gave her a reassuring strength, which made her feel a little more at ease.
Wei Qing took a breath of cold air and her face turned pale in an instant.
She clung to Dai Shiya tightly, her body trembling slightly, and whispered: "This...what's going on? How did they know we would come out from here?"
Dai Shiya did not answer.
Her cold eyes swept around, trying to find a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.
Towering walls, dense firepower, and enemies hidden in the dark...
All this indicates that a fierce battle is inevitable.
It stands to reason that at this moment, we should be cautious and defend step by step.
But Dai Shiya made an unexpected move.
She suddenly shook off her husband's hand and rushed to the place where the enemy was most concentrated!
"Shiya!" The husband exclaimed, trying to stop her, but it was too late.
Wei Qing was also stunned. She didn't understand why Dai Shiya did this at all.
This is simply suicide!
Dai Shiya's speed was astonishingly fast, like a black lightning, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.
There was no trace of fear on her face, only a cold murderous intent and determination.
The enemy obviously didn't expect her to be so bold, and he was stunned for a while.
The dense gunfire stopped for a moment, and the air was filled with a strange silence.
In this brief pause, Dai Shiya had already rushed to the enemy.
She suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden at her waist, and a cold light flashed, and blood splashed.
"Kill!" Dai Shiya roared, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.
"Stop her!" The enemy finally reacted and shouted in panic.
The dense gunfire rang out again, breaking the tranquility of the early morning...
"Wei Qing, are the things ready?" Dai Shiya asked without turning her head, her voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all.
In the hail of bullets, Dai Shiya was like a lonely boat swaying in a storm, and every dodge was extremely thrilling.
The burning bullets whizzed past her cheeks, leaving a burning stinging feeling.
The smell of gunpowder choked her throat, and her lungs seemed to be filled with lead, making it difficult to breathe.
The enemy's firepower was too fierce, and although she was agile, she still couldn't resist.
Sweat soaked her clothes, sticking to her body, bringing a sticky discomfort.
The wound on her arm was aching, and blood dripped through her fingers, staining the ground red.
She felt powerless, as if an invisible big hand was strangling her throat, and she was almost suffocated.
"Shiya, be careful!" Her husband's voice came from not far away, with deep concern.
He struggled to resist the enemy's attack and gave Dai Shiya a chance to breathe.
Wei Qing's voice also came from the headset, anxious and trembling: "Shiya, how are you? We are surrounded and can't break out!"
Dai Shiya gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
She couldn't fall down. She still had her husband and friends. She had to survive!
Her eyes quickly swept across the battlefield, looking for hope of breaking out.
Suddenly, she noticed a slight flaw in the enemy's formation-a small gap appeared between the two teams. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for her to seize the opportunity.
Her eyes lit up, and the originally depressing atmosphere seemed to have a turnaround.
Now!
She took a deep breath, concentrated all her strength on her legs, and rushed out like an arrow from a string.
"Cover me!" She shouted to her husband and Wei Qing.
Her husband and Wei Qing immediately understood what she meant, opened fire, suppressed the enemy's attack, and created an opportunity for Dai Shiya to break out.
Dai Shiya's speed was amazing. She nimbly shuttled through the hail of bullets like a fluttering butterfly, and each dodge was precise and elegant.
She seized the flaw in the enemy's formation and rushed in.
The enemy obviously did not expect her to be so bold, and was stunned for a while.
Dai Shiya took the opportunity to swing the dagger, and the cold light flashed, and blood splattered.
Several enemies fell to the ground, and the wailing echoed on the battlefield.
She successfully broke through the enemy's first line of defense!
"Damn it! She broke through! Stop her!" The enemy commander's roar resounded through the sky.
Dai Shiya's mouth curled up with a cold arc, and her eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.
"This is just the beginning...
" She whispered, her voice drowned out by the sound of gunfire.
Seeing Dai Shiya break through the defense line, the enemy rushed in with more powerful warriors like a tide. They were dressed in heavy black armor and held special firearms. Every gunshot was accompanied by a deafening roar.
Bullets poured down like raindrops, smashing charred craters on the ground. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, as if in purgatory.
Dai Shiya was like a small boat in a storm, flexibly shuttling through the rain of bullets.
The dagger in her hand danced into a cold light, and every swing took away a living life.
The blood splattered on her face, warm and sticky, but it did not shake her determination at all.
She moved swiftly and accurately, as agile as a cheetah, and every dodge was perfect, as if she could predict the enemy's attack trajectory.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, back and forth, and the air around them seemed to be ignited, and the heat wave rolled.
The deafening gunshots, the crisp sound of metal collisions, and the roars and screams of the enemy intertwined to form a bloody and cruel symphony.
Dai Shiya felt a dull pain in her arm. Every time she swung the dagger, it seemed that she had exhausted all her strength. Sweat soaked her clothes and stuck to her body coldly, but she knew she couldn't fall down. She had to hold on.
She calmly observed the enemy's attack pattern, trying to find a flaw in it.
The attack methods of these warriors seemed fierce, but in fact they had a fixed routine. The interval between each shooting and the route of each movement were all regular.
Dai Shiya quickly recalled some drawings and materials that she had accidentally seen in the castle before. She suddenly realized that she understood the enemy's attack pattern, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly sped up her movement speed, like a ghost shuttling through the rain of bullets, and every dodge was accurate and clever.
The dagger in her hand was like the scythe of the god of death. Every swing took away a living life. The enemy's attack seemed pale and powerless in front of her.
"Interesting." Dai Shiya whispered, with a hint of excitement in her eyes. She could feel her blood boiling and her adrenaline soaring.
She seemed to be in an exciting game, and she was the master of this game.
On the battlefield, the situation gradually became clear, and there was a hint of relaxation in the tense atmosphere.
Although the enemy was fierce, they were retreating in front of her.
She knew that this was just the beginning.
Suddenly, Dai Shiya noticed that her husband in the distance was nodding in a direction, and then she saw Wei Qing making the same gesture. She knew that they were going to start a new plan again. What would it be?
She raised her head and looked at the sky, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.
On the battlefield, the rain of bullets intertwined into a net, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which made people's throats tight.
The dagger in Dai Shiya's hand flew, flashing with cold light, and every swing took away a fresh life.
The enemy's blood splashed on her face, warm and sticky, but it did not shake her determination at all.
She was like a bloody god of war, shuttling through the hail of bullets, her movements swift and precise, and every dodge was perfect.
Not far away, her husband was fighting fiercely with several black-armored warriors. He was agile and each punch was powerful.
He occasionally took the time to nod in the direction of Dai Shiya, his eyes full of concern and encouragement.
On the other side, Wei Qing used high-tech equipment to interfere with the enemy's communication system and provide Dai Shiya with accurate intelligence.
Her fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, and dense data flashed on the screen. She occasionally looked up at Dai Shiya, her eyes firm and confident.
The cooperation between them was impeccable, as if they were in sync.
Dai Shiya felt the support from her husband and friends, and a warm current surged in her heart.
In this dangerous battlefield, the tacit understanding and trust between them gave her great strength.
This warm atmosphere, like a ray of light in the darkness, dispelled the fear and uneasiness in her heart.
However, just when Dai Shiya thought the situation was gradually improving, the situation suddenly changed.
The enemy, who were still retreating, suddenly stopped attacking. They retreated quickly, like a tide, leaving behind a messy battlefield.
Just as Dai Shiya was confused, an ominous premonition came to her mind.
Suddenly, the air around her seemed to solidify, and a suffocating sense of oppression came from all directions.
The ground began to shake slightly, as if something huge was approaching.
Dai Shiya subconsciously tightened the dagger in her hand and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the source of the danger.
At this moment, several black shadows slowly emerged from the darkness in the distance. They were like ghosts, their figures were erratic, as if they had no entity.
They were covered in black cloaks, and only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, emitting a chilling light.
Their appearance made the already tense battlefield fall into a strange silence again.
Wei Qing's face turned pale instantly, and her anxious voice came from the headset: "Shiya, be careful, they... they are not ordinary people!"
Dai Shiya narrowed her eyes and stared at these mysterious killers. She felt an unprecedented dangerous atmosphere, as if an invisible big hand was strangling her throat.
Her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and waited for the enemy's next move.
At this moment, one of the shadows moved.
He appeared in front of Dai Shiya like a ghost, and a scimitar with a cold glow appeared in his hand.
Without the slightest sign, he swung the knife directly at Dai Shiya, with swift and fierce movements, as if he wanted to kill her with one blow.
Dai Shiya only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and a sharp knife light was already close at hand.
"Be careful!" Her husband's anxious voice came.
Dai Shiya did not hesitate at all, and rolled back instantly to avoid this fatal blow.
However, the scimitar seemed to have consciousness, and it actually changed direction and attacked her again.
Dai Shiya's figure was like a ghost, moving through the swords and shadows, but she could not escape the pursuit of these mysterious killers. She knew in her heart that this group of people was not easy to deal with.
She frowned and stared at the killer in front. The killer's cloak swayed slightly, making a slight rustling sound, and then she saw a strange smile.
"Really..." Dai Shiya said softly.