A strange emotion surged in Kastina's heart. In the two and a half years since she became Castina, there has never been such noise and chaos in her home. At this moment, a dozen horse bandits, twenty gangsters and a dozen soldiers were fighting fiercely in the house. The first floor was like a Shura battlefield, with the sound of gold and iron clashing, blood splattering everywhere, and every inch of space filled with death. breath.
"You bitch, you're looking for death!" The gangster roared in pain, turned around and slashed at Castina. Castina was unable to dodge, and was slashed on the waist and abdomen by this knife. Suddenly, her flesh was torn and blood poured out. She screamed and was chopped down to the ground.
Although these guards were in dire straits, their morale was still high. They were all retired soldiers, and the disdain for horse thieves and the pride of being soldiers in their hearts made them ashamed to surrender. The captain of the guard, as the backbone of everyone, held the military flag high and stood tall like an immortal beacon, fighting resolutely in the melee.
Several elite horse bandits had cunning eyes and quickly understood the key to the battle situation - the guard captain was the core of the guards. If he was killed, the guards would be in chaos. So, they retreated in a tacit understanding, driving the weak gangsters to die, while they, like four evil wolves, pounced on the guard captain who was fighting bloody battles with countless souls under his sword.
The captain of the guard felt his heart tightening when he noticed the horse bandit's intention, but there was no fear in his eyes. His resolute eyes were fixed on the incoming horse bandits, and he raised his hands to wipe the blood stains on his face. The fighting spirit in his body quickly gathered in his arms like a surging tide. With a roar that shook the earth, he rushed out like an arrow from a string. The long sword in his hand was filled with light red fighting spirit, like a rainbow that cut through the sky, striking down with great force. This sword was as fast as lightning and as heavy as Mount Tai. The oncoming horse bandits had no way to avoid it and could only block it with a horizontal sword in a hurry. In an instant, the sound of metal breaking was clear and sweet, and the long knife broke in response. The blade cut through the chainmail on the horse bandit as easily as cutting tofu, splitting it into two. The horse bandit's internal organs and blood spurted out like a flood from a bursting embankment, instantly staining the surrounding ground red.
However, this powerful sword also drained the captain of the guard's fighting spirit. As a junior swordsman, he tried his best. At this moment, he could only rely on his physical body and superb moves to continue to face the enemy, and it was difficult to use tricks.
The remaining three horse thieves were all veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. The death of their companions did not waver them in the slightest, nor were they frightened by the power of the guard captain's sword. They knew that the captain of the guard was no longer able to use such a powerful move. As a result, the three sabers were like three deadly poisonous snakes, cunningly slashing at him from different angles. The captain of the guard had a calm look on his face, and his moves changed smoothly, blocking and counterattacking in one go, and he calmly dealt with the siege of the three men. Although he was at an obvious disadvantage and was beaten down, he was still not killed in a short period of time due to the chain armor on his body and his tenacious fighting will. The saber struck the chainmail, sending up a string of sparks. It could only cause some flesh wounds or break bones, but it couldn't easily kill him. The battle situation was in a stalemate. Whenever the captain of the guard found a chance to win and wanted to take advantage of the victory and kill one of them, the other two would desperate to get close to him and fight to eliminate his advantage; and when he showed his weakness, he He will quickly step back a few steps quickly, cleverly distance himself, and readjust his state.
Not only was the battle fierce on the guard captain's side, but the rest of the room was also in chaos. Guards in chainmail and horse bandits fought each other, with swords and swords flickering. The unarmored gangsters were as fragile as ants in the melee. They were chopped to the ground one after another. Their bodies were lying in a mess, and their blood pooled into a river. The entire first floor was like a terrifying flesh and blood mill, extremely cruel. Both the horse bandits and the soldiers suffered casualties. Their bodies fell into the blood, and their lives gradually disappeared.
Castina on the second floor witnessed the brutal battle on the first floor and was deeply shocked. She couldn't help but secretly admire the old housekeeper's vision for hiring guards. In her original understanding, the soldiers in the late Middle Ages were just a mob fighting for money. However, these guards in front of her fought hard to the death for the pride and dignity in their hearts without flinching. This made her very curious about the Bianting Army. What kind of mysterious army was this? How terrifying and powerful would an enemy be that could fight such a powerful force?
There is a narrow and decaying staircase connecting the first and second floors. Several guards guard it desperately, making Castina and others temporarily in a relatively safe situation. Castina held a saber that she picked up from nowhere in her hand. She looked sideways at Hall beside her, and saw that his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair and sadness.
Hall looked at the tragic battle below, slowly looked sideways at Castina, frowned, and sighed heavily: "Tina, I think our father and daughter may not escape this disaster today. I'm sorry, Tina. I have made you suffer with me all your life. My failed father, I am really sorry for you. I also let you wander around and cheat, and I never let you live a good life." He breathed. He sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes, but he still forced out a smile and continued: "If after death it is as the pastor said, kind people can go to heaven, and sinful people will go to hell. I will definitely pray to the Lord. , put all your sins on me, I am willing to go to hell and go to heaven for you. This may be the last thing my failed father can do for you, Tina..."
Listening to these words full of affection and guilt, Castina's nose felt sore and her eyes gradually became moist. She pursed her red lips and lowered her head slightly. Her heart was full of emotion and reluctance, and she could only shake her head silently.
The old butler Delson beside him was like a puppet that had lost his soul, and his heart was filled with despair. He held tightly the necklace left by the old lady in his hand. The necklace seemed to be his only connection with the past, but it could not give him any comfort at the moment. He lowered his head and remained silent, while his other hand grasped the foolish young master next to him like an iron pincer. Among the four people on the second floor, only the idiot young master was still immersed in his own world, grinning stupidly.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the window. Castina turned around suddenly and saw a gangster climbing up from the first floor like a ghost, and nimbly climbed through the window to the second floor. This sudden change caused the four people to panic instantly and instinctively wanted to escape deeper into the room.
However, the gangster moved quickly and rushed towards the foolish young master like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The long knife in his hand was raised high, with a cold light flashing. In a panic, the foolish young master grabbed Castina beside him and blocked her in front of him like a shield. His fat face was full of fear, his body was trembling, and he shouted: "You are my woman, You block it!"
Kastina had no time to react. She only felt her body being pulled by a strong force, and then, the cold blade was close at hand. "Ding!" There was a clear sound of metal collision. It turned out that Hall swung his sword in time and narrowly blocked the fatal blow for Castina. If it had been a moment later, Castina might have died long ago.
Castina looked back, her eyes full of shock and anger, and she gave the foolish young master a fierce look. But the idiot young master looked confused and even a little smug. This look made Castina even more angry. She secretly resented that she had almost died because of this fool's cowardice and selfishness.
"Young master, run! I...I will fight with you!" The old butler Delson also had red eyes at this time, dragging his old and weak body and rushed forward desperately. There was only one thought in his mind, even if it cost his own life, he must protect the young master Zhou Quan. However, he was old and frail after all, so how could he be a match for that fierce gangster? The gangster dodged slightly and evaded the old housekeeper's attack. Then he stabbed the old housekeeper with his backhand, tip downward, and pierced the old housekeeper's body like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Blood splattered everywhere, the old housekeeper groaned, and the dead body fell to the ground.
The gangster pushed away the old housekeeper's body in disgust, and slowly approached Castina and his daughter with a knife. At this time, how could Castina and Hall, one a weak woman and the other an old man, withstand the attack of this fierce gangster?
The gangster slashed down with his sword, and Hall tried his best to block it with his sword. The powerful impact made his jaw go numb, and he staggered back several steps. The gangster took the opportunity to kick Hall in the chest. Hall coughed up blood and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
At this critical moment, Castina gritted her teeth, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She knew very well that if she didn't resist at this moment, she would die. So, like a madman, she took advantage of the gangster's attack and rushed forward, brandishing her saber. Her expression was ferocious and crazy, like a lioness and a leopard protecting her calf, and she slashed at the gangster's shoulder blade with all her might. Although her strength was limited, the knife failed to cause fatal injuries, but it did successfully open a long wound, dripping with blood.
The gangster was about to swing the knife again to kill Castina, but Hall endured the severe pain and struggled to get up from the ground. He had put life and death aside, and regardless of the gangster's fatal blow when he turned the blade to stab himself, he pounced on the gangster like a crazy beast. "Tina! Uh! Uh...cough cough cough..." With a cry of pain, Hall struggled to be pierced by the blade and threw the gangster to the ground. The gangster's knife was deeply stuck in Hall's body and could not be pulled out for a while. With a ferocious look on his face, Hall used all his strength to hold down the gangster, shouting with difficulty: "Tina! Hurry... Hurry!"
The tragic scene in front of her made Castina wake up instantly. Her eyes widened, full of horror and anger. In an instant, her face became extremely ferocious. She roared and picked up the knife that had just been knocked down. She endured the severe pain in her waist and abdomen and stood up unsteadily. Her eyes were burning with the flames of revenge, and she slashed at the gangster with all her strength.
On the ground on the second floor, the bodies of the old housekeeper and the gangsters were spread out. The blood slowly spread, dyeing everything around them a dazzling red. Castina knelt in a pool of blood, looking at Hall who had been stabbed in the chest with a long knife. Her tears were like a flood that could never stop. Her heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness, despair and sadness, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment. She fell to her knees in a pool of blood, sobbing.
"You...how...you..." Castina's lips trembled and her voice choked. Although they were only half-way father and daughter, in the past two and a half years, Hall had risked his life to protect her countless times, and his deep feelings had already transcended blood relations. In her heart, Hall was already her biological father. Seeing her father in such miserable condition now, she was heartbroken and almost collapsed.
Hall took his last breath and tried to open his eyes wide, as if he wanted to carve his daughter's image deeply into his soul. His lips trembled and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, but he still said weakly: "Tina, don't cry, don't cry. Listen to me... cough cough cough... I... I'm going to die. Now, I will The position of Marquis Anson is passed on to you..."
Castina's tears kept dripping on Hall's body like broken pearls, mixing with the blood flowing out of him, blurring her vision. She shook her head desperately, looked at the dying father in front of her, and choked up: "Don't... don't say this... I don't want any marquis. I want you to live. Live, do you hear me? I... if I can do it as soon as possible Take you to the next town, where there is a priest who can heal your wounds! Now, the most important thing now is to retreat from the enemy... retreat from the enemy, um..." Castina took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in her heart, and tried her best. Calm yourself down. Her mind was racing, thinking about the current predicament and possible solutions. In this life-and-death moment, she knew that only by remaining calm could she find a glimmer of hope.
"Dad, I'm here, and I won't let you die! Both father and daughter can survive, both can survive! Wait for me...wait for me..." As she spoke, Castina gritted her teeth. Enduring the severe pain of the wound, he suddenly stood up and ran to the window.
Hall lay in a pool of blood, looking at his daughter's decisive back, worried. He shook his head repeatedly and shouted weakly: "Tina, Tina... what are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid, child! Tina, come back quickly!" However, Castina only had one thing in her heart at the moment. Faith, that is, to defeat the enemy and save the father. She completely ignored Hall's shouts and looked firmly out the window.
Castina stood in front of the window, holding the crossbow tightly in her hand, her eyes calm and sharp. At this moment, she felt extremely calm. She knew very well that if she just lay next to Hall and cried at this moment, both father and daughter would die. Only by finding a way to repel the enemy can you have a chance of survival. She quickly analyzed the situation. Although Hall's injuries were serious, they were not fatal. He only damaged his lungs and bled excessively. As long as he could retreat from the enemy's rear and quickly ride to the next town to find a priest to treat Hall's injuries, it might still be too late. The only way to retreat from the enemy is to seriously injure the opponent's highest-ranking person. If it is killed, the opponent may retaliate madly out of anger; only serious injury can make them fearful and retreat.
Her eyes were locked on the young man chatting and laughing in front of the luxury car like a hawk. She saw him counting the gold coins, and the people around him treated him respectfully, calling him "Young Leader." There is no doubt that he is the leader of this group of horse bandits. At this moment, there is no defense around him, no magic shield, and no guard to protect him. The surrounding environment is empty, which is an excellent shooting opportunity.
Kastina slowly raised the crossbow and placed the arrow on the string. Her heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of her throat. She took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and tried to steady her breathing. After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes burning with determination and determination. She pulled the trigger, and the arrow was like an arrow off the string, whizzing towards the target with her hope and anger.