The visitor was wearing the summer uniform of the military academy, but he was thin and his body shape was too different from Bud's. Winters recognized immediately that this man was not Bud. Moreover, this person did not carry a weapon such as a halberd, indicating that this person was not a student on the night shift.
I really caught an escapee! Winters couldn't believe his eyes. What a coincidence, the patrolman didn't catch the student who escaped from bed, but he, a lazy person, caught one.
The man who was intercepted by Winters was also stunned. He clearly saw that the patrolling people were walking away, so he chose to run out from here. Unexpectedly, he suddenly sat up half of his body on the dark stone table by the roadside, thinking he had encountered a ghost.
"You! What grade are you in?!" Winters felt a fire in his stomach and his tone was very stern.
I never thought that the guy opposite who wanted to escape would not even reply. The man ducked and ran away, passing by Winters and heading straight for the residential area.
Winters didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that this bastard had actually run away.
This bastard was caught by the monitor after escaping from bed. Instead of admitting his mistake and begging for mercy, he actually dared to run away? !
This time, Winters' lungs were about to burst with anger. He ran after him, cursing as he chased, "You're running away! Can you run away?"
Winters was taller and more agile than the sleeper. In this race, although the opponent's jump start gave him some opportunities, he still couldn't outrun Winters. Winters caught up with this guy before he ran thirty meters.
"You can outrun a monk, can you outrun a monastery?" Winters yelled loudly, grabbed the man's shoulders from behind, and pulled the man down with a force.
But it wasn't until he grabbed the man's shoulder that Winters realized something was wrong: the man was wearing a hood, his shoulders were slender and soft, and he was not light enough to be a man. He would fall over if he was pulled... No! This is a woman! There are no female cadets in the military academy! It's a thief!
The female thief was pulled by Winters and fell with a groan.
A woman fell down, and even though she was a thief, Winters also felt a little apologetic.
But in the next moment, the female thief stood up quickly and without saying a word pulled out a dagger that shone with cold light. She didn't give Winters any time to react, and pounced at Winters like a leopard, burying the dagger straight into Winters' chest.
Even though Winters had an absolute advantage in height, weight, and strength, he was still caught off guard by this woman.
Winters had no idea that this woman was suddenly going to kill him. Without saying a word, she stabbed him in the chest with a dagger. He was shocked: Isn't it just a matter of throwing you down like a wild goose on a flat sand, and then coming up to risk your life?
The instinctive reflexes developed through years of practicing swordsmanship saved Winters. He subconsciously waved his right arm and deflected the dagger. The blade failed to penetrate his chest, leaving a deep wound on the outside of his right arm.
Immediately afterwards, the woman's shoulder hit Winters hard on the chest, knocking him to the ground, staggering, losing his center of gravity and falling to the ground. But the woman refused to let go. She pressed the dagger with her whole body weight and thrust it into Winters' neck.
Winters ignored the intense pain from the stab wound on his right arm and crossed his hands to clamp the woman's arm. This is the prelude to grappling, and then you can twist off the dagger.
But Winters only used this action subconsciously. In his desperation, he had forgotten all the skills and just pushed the woman out with brute force.
But at the moment when the two people were in a stalemate, Winters reached his heart and suddenly remembered what Ike said during the day: "If you can use magic to burn off your hair, you can also use magic to ignite your hair."
So he didn't even have time to use the spell-casting gesture, so he directly entered the spell-casting state, enduring the strong squeezing and stinging sensation, and activated the ignition technique with all his strength, pouring the magic power into the exposed hair of the woman riding on him.
First there was smoke, then a little flame, and then the woman's hair was "bang" ignited by Winters' magic. The hair then ignited the hood, and the top of her head burned like a torch. .
When the hair first started to burn, the female killer didn't feel it. It took more than a second before she smelled the smell of burning hair, and was shocked by the sharp stinging sensation of the flames burning her skin.
The woman who took Winters' life without saying a word one second, screamed and jumped off Winters the next second, took off her hood, and beat her hair desperately.
The danger to his life was temporarily lifted, but Winters couldn't care less about pursuing the victorious female lunatic who was about to kill someone. He stood up from the ground with all his strength, hurriedly took out the whistle issued to the night patrol trainees from his small satchel, puffed up his cheeks and blew it loudly.
The duty of the sentry is not to eliminate the intruder, but to warn his companions in time.
The sharp whistle pierced the silent night. Winters used this to notify Bud and other students standing on night guard that something was wrong here, and at the same time, he hoped that they would come to support him quickly. Because even though his opponent was a woman whose strength and weight were far inferior to his own, this ruthless style of attacking vital points still made him feel frightened.
This woman was deadly with her sword, and she attacked violently without any hesitation. Fighting with his bare hands against such murderous thugs, Winters felt really unsure.
When the woman heard the whistle, regardless of the fact that the flames on her head had not been completely extinguished, she immediately rushed towards the alley in the residential area. Winters followed closely, but unexpectedly the woman waved her hand, turned around and threw the dagger towards Winters.
Winters quickly dodged, and the dagger passed by him, missing only a finger's width. There was almost another hole in his body for bleeding.
Winters took a few more steps forward. Suddenly, after taking a step, severe pain came from the sole of his foot, as if some sharp object had pierced the sole of his foot.
Winters could no longer run. He panted heavily and groped for a metal object from the sole of his shoe. When he held it up to his eyes, he understood what was going on.
It turned out that the woman had scattered caltrops again at some point, and he stepped on the caltrops, and the soles of his feet were covered with color again.
After suffering several losses in a row, Winters was almost driven crazy by this difficult woman.
When he looked up again, the woman with flaming hair had disappeared into the alley where he couldn't even see where he was.
These small alleys in residential areas are not from human planning, but are just gaps left when building houses, with twists and turns, extending in all directions.
Winters knew that once the woman entered the alley, he would never be able to catch her. He was also worried that he would be ambushed by the woman if he went further, so he had to give up the chase.
An inexplicable thought came to his mind: This woman is so immoral. Will the nearby residents have to step on her if they leave here tomorrow?
He didn't know where he could find the leisure to care about the quality of life of the nearby residents. After all, no matter how miserable the nearby residents were, they wouldn't be as miserable as he was now.
Unable to catch up with the female thief, he started to turn around and walk back. After a brief and fierce life-and-death struggle, he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.
No one would be on the verge of death without feeling fear. If he had just been a little bit unlucky or a little slower in instinctive reaction, he would probably have been put down on the ground waiting to die.
Winters never expected that working the night shift would almost lead to a murder - and the victim would still be himself.
Winters suddenly felt that his right hand was wet. He looked at it in the moonlight and found that it was covered with black liquid. Only then did he realize that it was blood.
After the opponent pulled out the dagger, he failed in the first round. There was a deep wound on his right arm, and Xia Changfu's right half sleeve was soaked with blood.
The effects of the adrenaline had worn off, and the fatigue and pain from the wound on his right arm were doubling down on Winters. He had nothing on hand to treat the wound, so he clenched his left fist and clamped it under the armpit of his right arm, hoping to stop the bleeding.
As he was walking, Winters noticed a metal reflection on the ground - it was the dagger. He picked up the dagger and thought: This is the trophy I captured with my life, I must keep it as a souvenir.
There was a small square package as big as a palm next to the dagger, and Winters also picked it up. The fabric outside the package seemed to feel like silk, which meant that it was not trash thrown away by others, but probably something that fell out when the woman put out the fire on her hair. Winters randomly stuffed the dagger and small package into his backpack and continued walking to the stone table where he and Bard were resting.
The sound of heavy running gradually approached, and it was Bud running over. Bud was surprised to see that Winters was sweating profusely, his left hand was tucked under his right armpit, and his right arm was completely soaked in blood.
"I heard a whistle...what's going on?" Bud didn't expect that he would see blood not long after he walked away.
"There was a thief." Winters felt that he might be a little dizzy due to blood loss: "She ran out from the school, holding a dagger, and she was a woman. I lit her hair on fire, and then she ran away .”
"What? Female thief? Where did the female thief come from?" The amount of information was so overwhelming that Bard's brain was a little overloaded. He said at a loss: "Ignore the thief and take care of his arm quickly. Where did the thief go?"
Winters had both hands occupied, so he could only point with his head.
"Are you sure you are setting fire to the female thief's hair?" Bud suddenly asked as he looked in the direction in which the female thief was escaping.
"Unless the hair on her head isn't called hair." Winters didn't understand why Bud was asking this nonsense.
But then he was stunned.
The sky has been dyed red by the flames.
