Chapter 63: Slaughter

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  Perhaps these days have been too smooth, and the mountain bandits are sleeping horizontally and vertically in this temporary camp, with snoring sounds rising and falling, as if there is no vigilance at all.

  But Zhao Shi still cautiously circled around the campsite, he didn't have night vision goggles, nor did he have a silencer pistol, so even if his prey was completely defenseless and appeared right in front of him, he didn't dare to relax for half a second.

  As expected, three sentries were found around the campsite. He quietly crept up to them and inserted his hunting knife into their necks from behind, then pulled it across, severing their arteries and trachea. Blood spurted out like a fountain, and their bodies struggled in his arms for a few moments before going limp. The blood flowed out of the wounds with a hissing sound, like snakes or insects, and the smell of blood filled Zhao Shi's lungs along with the cold night air, invigorating him.

  Gently lay down the body, this should be the last one, he didn't dare to confirm, the forest was too dark, relying on his rich night battle experience, he found these three people, but it doesn't matter, in such a night, even if someone is discovered, he has enough confidence not to be found by his own tracks.

  After staying in place for a while, recovering a bit of physical strength, until his breathing became even, he slowly crept into the camp again, starting from the outer perimeter, one by one, these people slept very soundly, mountain bandits were indeed mountain bandits, not like regular troops with extraordinary vigilance. By the time the sky was about to brighten up, only four or five people in the center of the camp were left alive, a faint smell of blood floated in the forest, if it were warriors like Zhao Shi who had been through many battles, they should have woken up long ago, but they didn't...

  A man's mouth moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. In a daze, he moved his body a few times, and his nose twitched several times, probably sensing that something was off. Before he could take a closer look, Zhao Shi swiftly hid behind him, covering his mouth with his left hand and flashing the hunting knife around his neck in a lightning-fast motion. Such actions were strictly forbidden in special forces like Zhao Shi's previous life, especially among their covert operatives. It may look clean and effortless in movies, but the reality is that the neck has arteries and trachea, making it a deadly spot. However, the blood pressure is high, and when someone's throat is slashed, they can't breathe, but they won't die immediately either. The struggle will be intense, and if not handled properly, it could expose their target...

  But at this time, Zhao Shi had no choice but to start from the neck. These people's equipment was quite good, and they all wore leather armor. With Zhao Shi's current strength, the heart was hopeless, so the only fatal place left was the soft neck.

  But anyway, when it comes down to it, dealing with these guys who don't seem to have any experience being ambushed in the middle of the night didn't lead to anything unexpected happening.

  He knocked the last guy out cold, and Zhao Shi also felt exhausted, leaving three alive. Zhao Shi took off the belts of several corpses, tied up the three guys tightly, removed the socks of two of them, stuffed them into their mouths, blindfolded them, and scattered them around. Only one guy with a meaty face was left in front of him, then he sat down on the ground with a thud, his face covered in sweat.

  After resting for a while, my strength gradually recovered. The sky had already lit up, and looking around, the harvest was not bad. If those thirty or so horses were sold, they could let an ordinary farming family live a good life for several years.

  Zhao Shi was not very familiar with horses, but he could still tell that these were genuine Sichuan horses, with their short stature, slender build, and sturdy limbs. This made him even more curious about the origins of these people.

  A mouthful of clear water was spat out, and the long and ferocious-looking man immediately let out a loud shout, waking up. He first shook his head, then opened his eyes wide, and was about to yell.

  Zhao Shi covered his mouth with one hand, and the man was knocked unconscious in a daze. When he woke up, he found himself still tied up, and his heart was naturally extremely panicked. He immediately began to struggle desperately, and his mouth was even more muffled and shouting. It wasn't until Zhao Shi waved the horizontal knife in front of his eyes several times that the man finally calmed down, but his eyes had already changed from initial panic to ferocity.

  As for torture, Zhao Shi was naturally a master of the house, and he couldn't cause physical disability to his opponent. If that happened, it might make his opponent desperate to die, and he couldn't just use corporal punishment. Those with strong willpower would gradually adapt to the physical pain and think that keeping their secrets was an opportunity to survive, and they would rather die than confess.

  "This place you've chosen is quite good." As he saw the other person slowly regaining their composure, Zhao Shi released his hand and said a sentence.

  That ferocious man didn't even bother to respond, turning his head to look around, the camp was filled with corpses lying all over the place. These people died in a relatively shocking manner, their necks were twisted and bloodied, and blood flowed everywhere. The man immediately trembled, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but soon his face turned red with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging, his eyes fixed intently on Zhao Shi. However, he also had doubts in his heart, looking at the young man in front of him, whose body was still immature, how could it be that these twenty-four brothers, all skilled fighters from the stronghold, were defeated by this single child?

  He looked around for half a day, but didn't see anyone's shadow. He had to admit that he was indeed outsmarted by a ruthless and cunning kid. Gnashing his teeth, he said: "The brothers of Qingfeng Mountain will not let you off..."

  Zhao Shi seemed to have not heard his shouting, and instead said to himself: "It's quiet here with no one coming or going, I'll ask you three questions, if you answer them all correctly, I'll let you go. I'm also telling you that I've got nothing better to do, and there are others alive besides you, so you must cherish your opportunity, once this head is gone, it can't be put back on..."