Chapter 352 Siege
The professor stared at the guy's aggrieved face for a while, then looked away uncomfortably.
He could easily pick up subtle shifts in other people's facial expressions, analyzing and judging them. But at this moment, a throbbing sensation, predating thought and rationality, was crawling up his spine, like a snake, a slimy tentacle, or something from the depths of the ocean, smooth and sweet, cold and eerie, and forever insatiable—it simply lay there lazily, its seemingly harmless, soft limbs loosely and affectionately hooked around his calves and waist, sometimes caressing him hypocritically and tenderly, sometimes patting him lightly with a hint of dissatisfaction, but it wasn't satisfied.
It's very dangerous.
…It has never been and will never be satisfied.
The worst thing was that he didn't feel the slightest fear of this that came from human instinct. Instead, the back of his neck and stomach were twitching and wriggling slightly as if in an illusion, emitting a faint warmth comfortably. It was a new, induced conditioned reflex.
“…because the environment doesn’t allow it.”
Azuka was slightly startled, then saw his nemesis raise his eyes and explain to him very seriously, "In my culture, it's not polite for couples to have intimate interactions in front of others or in public unless it's a specific occasion—and here we are on the street."
"So, in a suitable private setting, I will take the initiative to kiss you." He promised solemnly with a deadpan expression, "Of course, as long as it doesn't affect work and official matters."
“…”
The savior's fingers twitched subtly at an angle that was difficult to detect.
...Sometimes, it is really difficult for him not to have some desire towards this person that is enough to completely destroy the other person.
He felt that it was not his fault, and had nothing to do with the passage of time, with all the trophies he had won that were worth boasting about, or even with his own greedy and brutal desires as a human being.
But at the same time, an emotion that was broader, purer, gentler and more transparent completely enveloped the soul of Azuka.
"Of course, of course...Sir, we are now on a strange street, and the war is about to surround us, and I always respect your wishes." In the end, the blond young man could only sigh and rubbed his lover's face, which was slightly cold due to the wind.
"But I beg you, my dear, don't make me wait too long, I'll go crazy." The last bit of evil intention left in his voice made him sound even more aggrieved and gentle. A vague whisper mixed with a faint kiss landed on the black-haired young man's ear: "And what I really want you to do is far more than a kiss as easy and simple as that..."
Before anyone could open their mouths to curse him angrily, a particularly cunning savior immediately distanced himself from the victim, and then saw with satisfaction that the pale, cold soft flesh was turning red and hot at a speed visible to the naked eye.
professor:"……"
He covered his ears and glared at the other person for a while, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong: It seemed that this person wanted to make a request to fuck him, instead of just acting like a spoiled child?
This guy didn't sleep all night last night, and he still had the mind to think about these things - well, the professor was distracted with indignation. He shouldn't question the energy of a god. It would be great if he had this energy. His work efficiency would double immediately.
…
The war did come quickly, faster than anyone in Crescent Castle had expected.
When the seemingly true and false battle reports from the front were still spreading on the streets and the people in the fort were in panic, the civilian army that should have been entangled with the imperial soldiers at the Blood River Ferry suddenly appeared under the walls of Crescent Fort like ghosts.
It wasn't a tentative harassment, nor a feint. The explosion mercilessly ripped through the morning mist, so close it was deafening. The soldiers defending the city hadn't even located the explosion site when they hastily activated the wall's protective magic circle and turned their guns to fire back at the city below.
But it was no use. Just two days ago, almost all of the most elite troops had been transferred to the front lines. Now, all that remained of the Crescent Castle were a group of old, weak, and sick people and a sufficiently thick wall.
Moreover, people soon discovered, to their horror, that the explosion had not originated from outside the city, but from within. High explosives, somehow brought in, precisely destroyed the defensive nodes of the city wall. The hastily activated defensive formations, under the impact of the internal explosion, were as fragile as a piece of paper. The entire city seemed to be gripped by a giant hand, emitting a mournful cry of collapse.
Soon, a big hole was blown in the city wall, and panic broke out in the city like a plague. There has been a rumor circulating in the royal district that the rebels who have emerged in recent years are extremely cruel. Whenever a family is occupied by the other side, all the wealth in the house will be immediately looted and "confiscated". The richer the family, the more miserable their fate will be. They may even be hung up and have their limbs cut off and skinned in public.
Some people believed these rumors, while others didn't. However, unless people were at their wit's end, they wouldn't have the courage to change their current situation: at least they weren't starving to death, at least they could still linger on... So why would they pin their hopes on an unfamiliar army, gamble on whether they were truly as "noble" or "cruel" as the rumors said?
To put it bluntly, most people just want to survive and live one day at a time - unfortunately, the threat of death comes not only from the enemy, but also from their own side.
"Hold on!" an imperial officer yelled at the top of his lungs, "Everyone who can move, block the breach in the city wall! Get those damn bastards out!"
Seeing his own army in chaos and many people trying to escape in panic, he drew his gun without hesitation and killed several deserters on the spot, finally calming the situation down.
So the soldiers defending the city, and even many civilians, rushed to the gap in the city wall like driven livestock. Many of them didn't even have weapons, so they had to rely on their bare hands to deal with the guns and blades of the people's army.
This was undoubtedly just a delay, as the forced resistance soon collapsed completely. The officer who had previously executed the deserters and issued the attack order had already, in the midst of the chaos, been surrounded by several of his closest associates and fled like a rat into the narrow alley leading to the rear city gate.
Seeing that the resistance had become completely weak, loose and insignificant, the victors did not continue to pursue the victory.
"Put down your weapons, and you won't be killed!"
"We treat our captives well!"
The figures of the People's Army loomed in the thick smoke, their high shouts piercing the cries of despair. For the soldiers and civilians of Crescent Fort, whose will to resist had been drained by the terror of the surprise attack and the betrayal of their superiors, no one knew whether this was a final salvation or a lie before the massacre, but they had no choice.
“Dang—”
The first knife, with its blade bent, was thrown onto the gravel road.
Then came the second, the third, a worn-out rifle, a broken spear, and even just farm tools stained with mud and blood. Some people collapsed to the ground and burst into tears, while others squatted on the ground, holding their heads and trembling.
"General Worif, we've captured Crescent Castle's highest-ranking commander!" Greven Worif, a soldier standing on the street, quickly reported, his voice tinged with excitement. "He and his closest associates were cornered at the rear city gate by our men. He even tried to commit suicide, but we stopped him."
"Well done," Greven nodded at him. "Keep an eye on him and don't let him die. For everything else, follow the old procedures. Search for the remaining soldiers, count the prisoners, appease the civilians, and ensure that order is restored in the city as soon as possible."
"Yes, General!"
The soldier immediately obeyed the order and left. Greven's gaze crossed the chaotic streets and the panicked crowds, trying to find the familiar figure. After searching in vain, he looked away with a hint of disappointment.
Everything was going smoothly. After so long in the deep mountains and forests, where they lived alongside snakes and insects, they could finally rest and recuperate in a human settlement. Many of the civilian soldiers beamed with joy, but their supreme commander, with his resolute and tough face, showed no trace of triumph.
——It would be strange if things didn’t go well, the ghost is here.
God knows when Greven received the urgent message from Mr. Ghost, his scalp nearly exploded. Although his rational mind told him that with Mr. Ghost by his side, ordinary artillery fire would surely not harm them, his emotions inevitably made him extremely worried about this man coming to the front lines once again as an ordinary person, even deep behind enemy lines.
But who can stop the man who has made up his mind?
Greven admitted that he couldn't do it.
His Excellency the Dragon Knight is right. Mr. Ghost is surrounded by many talented people. No matter in terms of identity, friendship or position, he is just one of the countless people who have benefited from Mr. Ghost. The only thing that may be considered special is that his ability is slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and he is lucky, so he is fortunate to be favored and appreciated by Mr. Ghost.
...What's more, in terms of combat thinking and fighting instinct, he found that he was not even as good as a teenage girl.
If Maxine knew what was going on in the mind of this increasingly mature, steady, and taciturn young man, she would probably say guiltily that this was all the extra gift of time.
But Greven couldn't possibly tell anyone about these delicate thoughts. The vague inferiority and fear were like a thorn in his side, just like when that young country boy first came to the city, forcing him to work harder and harder.
Ashes might have seen a hint of this, but he was much more withdrawn than Greven, and at most offered dry advice in private. Furthermore, he had been quite dissatisfied with some of Mr. Ghost's decisions recently, and Greven didn't want to argue with his longtime companion, a mentor and friend, over Mr. Ghost.
Greven rubbed his forehead wearily. As soon as he turned around, he met a pair of familiar smoky gray eyes.
Greven: “!”
He hadn't heard the gentleman's footsteps at all and was immediately startled, but fortunately, his face, which was always accustomed to being tense, didn't reveal too much -
"Good morning, Graven." Those gray eyes looked at him calmly. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
Greven found himself embarrassed and at a loss in front of this gentleman again... Well, he shouldn't have questioned Mr. Ghost's observation skills.
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