The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

No one can change what he believes.

He has always disliked using a certain pronoun to refer to himself. Those who can be affirmed by him will usually address him as friends, and those who are not affirmed by him...they have no right to know his name.

So more often, in other people's mouth, he will be called nameless.

He thinks the name suits him well.

Because for him, leaving a name is not important, making things is what he pursues.

Now, he is walking alone in the dense forest at night.The cool autumn wind blew by his ears, bringing a bit of biting breath.

He's good at fighting, he's pretty sure of that.All he has to do is lurk in the shadows, look for the controlled firecracker, and take him away in one fell swoop.

As a hunter, he is very patient.

The bandits, unaware of his arrival, were still talking about the two shots that hit the scarecrow just now—which made them think they had made a good start—boasting about their past careers in burning, killing and looting, occasionally mixed with a few words. A vulgar joke.

They seemed so confident in themselves that it was impossible for the peasants to come out and attack them.All struggles are meaningless struggles, and the farmers will always fail in the end.And they, bandits, would occupy the farmers' food, land and women.

He laughed at the ignorance and arrogance of these bandits in his heart, but his body remained motionless, still waiting patiently.

After a while, the bandits seemed to be tired, and many of them fell asleep.

A few campfires went out, which was a good sign.With the help of the faint starlight and the remaining bonfire, he looked for the reflection of the barrel of the gun.

He saw it.

In the silence, he pulled out the knife. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was not very loud, so it did not arouse the bandit's vigilance.

He lowered his body like a swift cheetah, aimed at his prey, and rushed up.The muscles all over his body tensed, bursting out with a huge sense of strength.

Now is not the time to fight, his only target is the gun.

In order to prevent misfires when fighting for the gun, you need to kill the bandit first.

So he raised the knife in his hand, and the sharp blade cleanly cut the throat of the bandit holding the firecracker. The bandit's eyes widened, obviously before he had time to realize what happened, he fell straight down.Blood gushed out from his neck, making a horrible creaking sound.

He lifted the gun from the corpse's arms, stamped out the nearest bonfire with one foot, then raised his breath, took a few steps, and left quickly.

His figure quickly disappeared into the night again.

Behind them came the frantic shouts of bandits, as if the group of dull people had only now discovered what had happened.He couldn't help smiling, holding a gun in one hand and twirling a flower.

Although no trace of another gun was found, it was obvious that the bandits would bring the gun over overnight.Tomorrow this will be the focus of the fire, and the bandits must always make sure they are ready to attack the key areas.

**

Manyo waited nervously for his friend's return.

Instead, the villagers were in a gelatinous state.Time seems to have stood still, and people's positions, states, actions, and even expressions seem to be the same as when their friends left.

Manyo didn't know why he was so nervous.Obviously he believed in his friend, and his martial arts were superb, not to mention that the other party was just a group of thieves, but a rabble, he must be sure to bring the gun back without disturbing the other party.

But he was just scared.Even he himself didn't know what he was afraid of.

"You look injured."

Wan Ye heard that it was Ying's voice.He turned his neck and wanted to answer, but because he kept the same posture for too long, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak.

He patrolled the fog with his bloodshot eyes, looking forward to seeing that familiar figure.

Ying patted him on the back and didn't speak any more.He was grateful to her, and there was nothing better than silent company at this time.

got windy.

Manyo keenly sensed the different air currents.He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"Footsteps. Footsteps!"

Wan Ye's face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and Ying also breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is back!"

People jumped up at once, and there was a gradual sound of footsteps in the fog.A figure slowly emerged from the fog, it was a friend who had returned.

He was holding a firecracker in one hand, and a tree branch that he folded on the road in his mouth, with an unruly smile on his face.

He threw the firecracker on the ground and shrugged nonchalantly: "Just kill one. But it's quite tiring."

After all, he returned to his position, stretched out his arms, then hugged his arms in front of his chest, leaned his head against the tree, and made a gesture of going to sleep.

Wan Ye quickly walked up to him.

The friend opened his eyes and looked up at him strangely: "What's the matter..."

He stopped talking, and was surprised to find that there were tears in Wan Ye's eyes.

After a long time, Wan Ye bent down and patted him on the shoulder: "Just come back."

The friend smiled: "Don't you still believe me?"

Wan Ye shook his head, wanted to say something, but stopped. In the end, he just nodded slightly at his friend, then turned and left.

Ying followed behind him.

When he reached a secluded and deserted place, Wan Ye stopped, but did not turn around.

"Just say what you want." Ying sighed.

Wan Ye turned around suddenly: "What the hell happened! I mean... I forgot something..."

"I seem to be able to guess the ending..." Ying said softly, but she didn't answer the question.

"This is not right... I have no reason to be so afraid." Wanye looked directly at Ying, "My friend... what will happen to him?"

She stared at him firmly for a few seconds: "To be honest, I'm actually more worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Wanye frowned, "I have nothing to worry about."

"Your choice...and your ending."

A moment of silence.

"Forget it." Wanye rubbed his forehead wearily, and decided to ignore the matter.The bandits were bothering enough. Both he and Ying had been fighting all day, so they shouldn't be exhausted by other things.

Of course, the most important thing is that he saw the tired look on Ying's face.

"Let's rest first. It will be dawn soon, and there is still a fierce battle to be fought."

Wan Ye looked at the sky, and there was not much time until dawn, so he found a tree and sat down, patted the ground beside him.Ying came over and leaned on him.

The two leaned against each other, absorbing each other's warmth, and a strange sadness enveloped them.Wan Ye closed her eyes, trying not to think about those superfluous things.

Fortunately, the physical fatigue successfully overwhelmed everything, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a sound sleep.

**

The ground is shaking.

Manyo looked south from the observation tower.The thieves rushed out of the forest on horseback, and the sound of hurried hooves became louder and louder.

Behind the bunkers on both sides of the road, there are men and horses ambushing there. They are ready to go, waiting for the right time to kill the bandits.

The form is already clear.Manyo left the watchtower.His next task is to stay in the village with Tian Xia, waiting for his friends to let in a few bandits and carry out their plan of catching a turtle in a urn.

A horse sprang out from the gap between the tree trunks, and immediately the bearded bandit bared his teeth and roared bravado.Immediately after that, two or three horses sprang out.

"Stab the horse's leg first!"

The friend roared in a deep voice, and the trained peasant followed the warrior and jumped out from the cover, stabbing the horse's underbelly with the bamboo grass in his hand.

But they let a ride in.

The first ride was already approaching the crossroads of the village.Four or five peasants rushed up carrying a log. The bandit was startled, but had no time to stop. The horse was caught off guard and ran into the nearby hedge, and the rider fell off the horse.

Manyo's sword ended his life.

"well done."

Tian Xia praised him, but before he could say anything, the second horse rushed over again.

……

After four or five rides, no horses came in again.Manyo went to the front line and found that the war had temporarily come to an end, and the farmers were bandaging and resting.

Seeing them coming, the friend came over.

"They withdrew. I don't think they're being fooled anymore."

"Is there any loss?" Tianxia asked.

The friend shook his head: "The bandits don't seem to have made a big move yet, but the physical fitness of these farmers is indeed... Several of them were injured, and the two who couldn't move were all carried down."

After finishing speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "I don't think it's because I can't move, let me go, this is just a minor injury."

Wan Ye sighed inwardly.

These farmers are not the best of allies.They are not fighters, so they are naturally afraid of death.

"What should we do now?" a friend asked Tianxia.

"Wait." Tianxia said, "The bandits will not easily give up attacking from the south, but they may pretend to attack violently from another direction in order to confuse us and force us to support..."

In the distance, a farmer ran over. Wanye had a little impression of him. It seemed that his name was Songdao, and he belonged to Gulang Naban in the west.

"Ask for support!" He said out of breath, "Two people were sacrificed on our side, and some people can't stand it anymore!"

"Wan Ye, take these five people to support Gu Lang." Tian Xia immediately dispatched.

Before Manyo left, he heard the strong sound of horseshoes again.

Tian Xia said with a sullen face: "It seems that they want to use cavalry to smash this place, and infantry to attack there."

Manyo knew his mission, so he no longer cared about this side, turned around and headed west.

**

The situation in the west seems to be more severe than expected.

When Wan Ye arrived, Gu Lang was fighting on the front line, and had no time to care about the situation behind, but the village chief and other farmers were forced to retreat steadily by seven or eight bandits.

Wan Ye rushed up with the wind, took a few steps to protect the farmer, and blocked the fatal blow to the village chief with his knife.

The village chief stared at him blankly, panting heavily.

"Don't let them go any further!" Wan Ye shouted.

Perhaps it was the encouragement of the rescue, Gu Lang's team cheered up again and blocked the bandit's attack.

Where is Ying?

In the blink of an eye, Wanye suddenly thought of this question.

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