July 21st, early morning. A small courtyard in the south of Chengdu.

Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying, and others were quietly waiting for the commotion to arrive from the outside, but at the quietest moment of the night, the change erupted within the courtyard.

Throughout the entire night, until this moment in the early morning, it wasn't as if no one was paying attention to the movements of the small military doctor. Even though he had a previous record of reselling military supplies and had received money from them tonight, Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying, and the others had never truly trusted him from beginning to end. This was a necessary precaution for them.

Since they still needed him to care for several severely injured individuals, the vigilance towards the small military doctor in the courtyard appeared relaxed but was actually tight. Huang Jianfei, Huang Shan, Mao Hai, and others followed him whenever he got up to drink water, entered a room, walked around, or took something, mainly worried that he might poison the people in the courtyard or send a warning to the outside. Of course, when he was within everyone's sight, their vigilance would relax slightly.

Therefore, when the unexpected change occurred, almost no one reacted to what had happened, simply because this scene truly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

In the past hour, since the severely injured had received treatment, there had been one or two instances of verbal provocation, insult, or physical slaps and kicks towards the small military doctor. Such behavior was uncouth, but in the current situation, not killing the small military doctor was already considered benevolent and righteous. Huang Nanzhong and the others had no intention of interfering with such minor frictions.

The knight who kicked the small military doctor from behind was named Chu Weiyuan, a small headman among the Guan family's guards. He himself was uninjured in the chaos of the night, but his close brothers had either died or been injured. He wanted to humiliate and warn the small military doctor in front of him, lest he do something rash.

At two quarters past Yin hour, the sky was grayish-blue, in the most ordinary and simple moment, he walked from under the eaves. The small military doctor was just ahead, so he bumped into him, and the small military doctor also stepped forward. Their bodies seemed to collide. Chu Weiyuan's figure suddenly retreated, his back hitting the pillar. Until this moment, everything still looked very simple, except for the large retreat, which seemed abrupt.

Who would have thought what the small military doctor would do in front of everyone's eyes?

Chu Weiyuan's life ended after a few breaths. In that moment, what rushed into his mind was incomparable fear. He had no mental preparation for any of this.

At the instant their bodies collided, the youth stretched out his hands, pulled out the knife from his waist, and directly stabbed him with it. The movement was quick and silent, but he could see it clearly in his eyes. His instantaneous reaction was to press his hands down forcefully to seize the other party's arm, and his feet had already begun to exert force, but it was too late. The knife had already stabbed in.

His figure retreated wildly, hitting the pillar under the eaves, but the youth followed him like a shadow, unable to get rid of him at all. If he had only been stabbed in the stomach, he might have had a chance to survive. But the youth's movements and eyes carried a sharp killing intent. The long knife pierced through and then swung horizontally. This was a fighting method from the army. After the knife stabbed into the enemy's body, it had to immediately shatter the internal organs.

Chu Weiyuan's hands couldn't hold the other party's arm at all. The blade flashed towards the sky, and his body also seemed to suddenly become empty. The feeling of fear, accompanied by a sobbing "Ah...", seemed to sound from the deepest part of the human heart. Corresponding to Chu Weiyuan's cries, were the rapid bursts of peculiar sounds from the youth's bones and body. The bones began to pop with cracking sounds like fried beans as the body stretched. From inside the body came the sound of surging airflow in the chest and abdomen, like a bull or a toad. This was the sound of internal energy being fully exerted.

A small object with a bit of fire was thrown by him into the window next to him, and also knocked open the small wooden stick that supported the window. Qu Longjun was sitting on the base of the wall not far from the window, hearing the wooden window close with a bang.

The crying of the tall knight was still spreading in the dim night. Mao Hai drew his knife, and someone rushed over, shouting in a low voice: "Kill him!"

The youth's figure lowered and greeted them. The man swung his knife down, and the youth's blade swung up. The two figures crossed each other, and the person who rushed up fell to the ground, kicking up dust. His thigh was split open. At the same time, someone seemed to be smashing the window on the other side of the house and jumping out.

With a "Bang!" explosion, Qu Longjun sitting by the wall was dizzy, her ears buzzing with noise, the sky spinning and the earth turning. The thing the youth threw into the room exploded. In the blurred vision, she saw figures rushing and fighting in the courtyard. Mao Hai rushed up, Huang Jianfei rushed up, Huang Shan's voice was shouting something behind the house, the house was collapsing, and tiles were falling down. As the youth waved his hand, someone was hit in the chest with a small knife and fell from the roof in front of Qu Longjun.

"Ah..." she also cried and struggled a few times trying to get up, but she always stumbled and fell down, Wen Shubin ran over from the chaos, helping her and trying to escape outwards. The youth's figure was running at high speed in the courtyard. A knight who was blocking him was cut open in the calf and was rolling in the courtyard not far away with his leg spurting blood.

Wen Shubin and Qu Longjun ran towards the courtyard door. They had only run halfway when Yan Ying had approached the courtyard door. At this moment, he fell to the ground with an "Ah--!" A flying knife had hit his thigh. Qu Longjun's head and vision became a bit clearer at this moment. She and Wen Shubin turned their heads to look, only to see the youth standing by the wooden shed that served as a kitchen, cutting down a knight to the ground, saying: "Today, none of you will get out."

At this time, four knights had already fallen in the courtyard, plus Yan Ying, plus the five people who may have been blown to death by the explosion in the room. Originally, there were eighteen people in the courtyard, and only eight were intact. If Huang Nanzhong and his daughter were removed, only five people, led by Huang Jianfei and Mao Hai, could wield a knife and fight.

This youth had cut down four people in the blink of an eye. How long would it take to kill the remaining five people? But since his martial arts were so strong, why did he save people at the beginning? Qu Longjun's mind was in chaos. She saw Huang Nanzhong under the eaves, pointing his finger, stamping his feet, and shouting: "You ignorant youth, you are still deluded and helping the evildoers. Have I wasted all my words today--!"

In the courtyard, Mao Hai approached Huang Jianfei and others with a knife, and said in a low voice: "Be careful, be careful, this is someone who has been on the battlefield... a Chinese Army soldier..." He had exchanged three knives with the youth in a hurry, and his arm had already been cut open. At this time, he only felt incredible. He wanted to say that the Chinese Army actually let such a young person go to the battlefield, but he couldn't say it in the end.

The foreheads of the two people next to him were also sweating. In a short moment, the youth ran and killed people, his knife wind was fierce, like a man-eating cheetah, and the reaction of the people even had a bit of trouble keeping up. At this time, taking advantage of Huang Nanzhong's speech, they quickly gathered together to form a formation, but they saw the youth waving his knife, his arms drooping. His left shoulder had also been hit by a knife from who knows who, and blood was flowing out, but he seemed not to feel it, his eyes clear and indifferent.

"You guys said very well today. I originally regarded you as Han Chinese, thinking that you could still be saved. But from today onwards, in my eyes, you are no different from the Jurchens!" He originally looked handsome and kind, but at this moment, his eyes were full of indifference towards the enemy, which made people fear him.

"Kill him--" Dust spread in the courtyard. After the explosion just now, it was only a matter of time before the Chinese Army rushed here. The one who suddenly shouted was Huang Shan, who was still in the room when the youth threw the grenade and crashed out of the other window. He seemed straightforward, but in fact, he was meticulous. At this time, he rushed over from the side and rear. The youth retreated, breaking the planks and pillars behind the wooden shed. The entire shed collapsed.

Only the voice of the youth was heard: "Huang Shan, I told you long ago not to cause trouble, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands. You--just won't listen!"

As this voice fell, a stone flew from the darkness behind the shed towards Huang Nanzhong. Huang Jianfei, who had been guarding by the side all the time, smashed it open with his knife. Then, he saw the youth suddenly rushing out of the darkness. He charged at high speed along the direction of the courtyard wall. Mao Hai and others surrounded him.

The person who bore the brunt of the attack faced the youth in the blink of an eye. Both of their knives slashed in the air. However, this warrior was afraid in his heart, and his body fell to the ground. The youth also slashed his knife in the air and rushed past, cutting Yan Ying on the butt as he struggled to crawl to the door. Yan Ying screamed. Blood poured out of his butt. He wanted to get up and open the door, but he couldn't get up after all. He lay on the ground and cried.

Huang Shan, Mao Hai, and the remaining two warriors chased after the youth's figure madly. The youth drew a semicircle and came towards Wen Shubin and his daughter. Qu Longjun shrank her body and cried. Wen Shubin also said with a crying voice: "Don't come over, I am a good person..." He was suddenly pushed by the youth, staggering back and crashing straight into Huang Shan and others who were rushing over. In the dimness, the figures were confused and intertwined, and what came out was also the sound of the blades clashing.

Wen Shubin screamed and collapsed in the light of the blades. One warrior was cut down. The ferocious Mao Hai's body was knocked flying and landed. His side abdomen was stabbed, and half of his body was covered in blood. The youth rushed at high speed towards Huang Jianfei and Huang Nanzhong over there, exchanged two knives with Huang Jianfei, and his body lowered. He grabbed Huang Jianfei's calf and rolled over from the ground, and kicked Huang Nanzhong over.

Huang Jianfei's figure fell to the ground. In the midst of a loud shout, his feet kicked wildly in succession, kicking down another pillar under the eaves. With a rumbling sound, there was another collapse. At this time, all three of them had fallen to the ground. Huang Jianfei rolled and tried to cut the youth. The youth also rolled nimbly, directly rolling over Huang Nanzhong's body, making Huang Jianfei afraid to act rashly. Huang Nanzhong kicked and punched randomly, sometimes hitting the youth, sometimes kicking Huang Jianfei, but there was no strength at all.

The gray courtyard, the chaotic scene. The youth grabbed Huang Nanzhong's hair and pulled him up. Huang Jianfei tried to rescue him. The youth exchanged knives with him across Huang Nanzhong, then grabbed the old man's ear, dragged him in the courtyard and continued to fight Huang Jianfei. The old man's body had several blood marks in the blink of an eye. Then, his ear was torn off, and then the other ear was grabbed. The tragic cries echoed in the night sky.

Qu Longjun looked at Wen Shubin who was lying in a pool of blood, a little at a loss. She shrank her body. A knight in the courtyard ran outwards. Huang Shan's hand suddenly stretched over, grabbed her, and pushed her towards the fighting scene surrounding Huang Nanzhong.

"Ah..." Qu Longjun cried loudly, and Huang Nanzhong also cried loudly. The cries of the old man and the girl converged, then became a part of this chaos. Huang Shan used the girl as a cover and killed towards the youth. The blade light danced and fought wildly in the night. Suddenly, Qu Longjun's body shook and fell to the ground forward.

Not far away on the gray ground, someone struggled and screamed, someone with blood was still crawling forward. Wen Shubin opened his eyes, and in this gray sky, he was already silent. Afterwards, Huang Jianfei also fell in the fight. The strong man named Huang Shan was knocked down in the ruins of the room and cut...

...

In the early morning, when the sky was the darkest, someone rushed out of this small courtyard on Pingrong Road in the south of Chengdu City. This was the last surviving knight, who had already broken his courage and no longer had the courage to fight. Near the threshold, Yan Ying, whose butt was covered in blood, crawled outwards with difficulty. He knew that the Chinese Army would come soon. At such a moment, it was impossible for him to escape, but he wanted to stay away from the youth who suddenly killed people in the courtyard.

Ning Ji cut Huang Shan down in the ruins of the room. Inside and outside the courtyard, there were corpses and wounded everywhere. His eyes stayed on Yan Ying at the gate of the courtyard for two seconds, and also paused slightly on Qu Longjun and others on the ground.

The wounded in the room had already been buried. Even if they didn't die in the grenade explosion, they were probably crushed to death by the collapsed house. He walked towards the ruins, feeling the things under his feet. At a certain moment, he dug away the broken tiles, and dragged out the medicine box from a pile of debris and sat down.

He also had injuries and fatigue on his body, and needed bandaging and rest, but for a time, he didn't have the strength to do it.

At this time, he saw that the corpses of Qin Gang and Chen Wei were buried in the rubble pile next to him.

"Come to take revenge, stupid cunts..." he cursed.

The sky has not yet dawned. For him, this was also a long night.

At first, when he saw enemies coming, he was indeed a little excited, but for him, even though he was good at killing, his parents' teachings never allowed him to indulge in killing. When things really became something in front of him, he couldn't just follow his own temper. He had to carefully distinguish who was a good person and who was a bad person, who should be killed and who shouldn't be killed.

Speaking of it, apart from the private peeping in the past two months, this was the first time he had really faced these enemies who were also Han Chinese.

When things came to a head, what were their thoughts? Could they be excused? Could they be persuaded and communicated with?

After all, those obvious truths, when facing outsiders, could they really deny them so confidently? People who can't beat the Jurchens, can they still have so many various reasons? Don't they feel ashamed?

If they had half a sense of shame in their hearts, then perhaps they could be persuaded to join the good guys? After all, they couldn't beat the Jurchens no matter what. Now someone can beat the Jurchens, and life here is not bad. They should join!

He had held these many thoughts in his heart for more than two months, and he really wanted to say them. But the statements of Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying, and others made him feel incredible.

While observing the strength of everyone in the courtyard, he had been thinking about this matter all the time. In the end, he finally understood. It was a sentence that his father would occasionally say:

--Revolution is not a dinner party.

If everyone in the world could really be persuaded by words, then what would be the use of knives and guns?

He understood these things, and the doubts of the past two months suddenly became clear. Since they are enemies, whether Jurchens or Han Chinese, they are the same. The difference between good people and bad people may be the same everywhere.

He sat in the ruins, feeling the injuries on his body. He was supposed to start bandaging, but he seemed to have forgotten something. This emotion made him sit for a moment, then he came out of the ruins.

Qu Longjun fell on the ground, with two cuts on her back. He looked at this "little bitch" he had been peeping at for two months, and was confused in his heart, whether she should be considered a good person or a bad person.

He squatted down and opened the medicine box...

...

In a daze, someone seemed to be calling her, but that was not her name, that was an incomprehensible term.

"Little bitch." The voice said, "...you look like a dead fish."

...

Qu Longjun opened her eyes.

A slight morning mist curled up on the horizon. The dawn of Chengdu City on July 21st was approaching.

Yao Shubin and others were sitting under the big tree in front of the temple to rest; in the prison, martial arts grandmaster Wang Xiangfo, who was covered in injuries, was wrapped into a rice dumpling; Du Sha was sitting on the high wall, looking at the dawn in the east; the people in the temporary headquarters were yawning and drinking another cup of hot tea; the people living on Yingbin Road were getting up and yawning.

A team of Chinese Army members caught the escaped knight and arrived at the small courtyard that had become ruins, and then saw the wounded who had been knifed on the butt, moaning in a low voice. The small military doctor poked his head out and shouted: "Help save people! I'm bleeding and about to die..." This was also a scene of the whole night.

In countless corners, countless dusts rose and fell in the wind, forming this hustle and bustle.

The city will usher in the day and new vitality. This long and chaotic night is about to pass...