Chapter 83 A Day of Freedom The sound of gunfire rang out like firecrackers in the nearby academy, vibrating the air in a chaotic but rhythmic manner, like some kind of murderous music. Guderian and Finkel had just got off the train and were immediately shocked by the gunshots coming from afar. Their faces turned pale in an instant. Guderian subconsciously clenched the enrollment document that Lu Mingfei had just signed in his hand. His knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force. He looked at Finkel anxiously, his lips trembling slightly, and even his voice was unstable: "Damn it! I forgot that today is the school's free day! Finkel, you are responsible for escorting Mingfei to the dormitory." Finkel's face instantly stretched even longer, with a look of despair in his eyes: "Professor, you asked me to escort Ming Fei to the dormitory in this situation. Aren't you deliberately asking me to get shot? Let's hide here first!" Lu Mingfei looked solemn, his eyes slightly narrowed, as sharp as an eagle. Everything around him became extremely clear under his gaze. The sound of gunfire echoed in his ears, and a familiar desire to fight surged in his heart. His breathing became steady, and he seemed to be in the center of the battlefield, instantly entering a combat state. However, he observed that although Guderian and Finkel looked nervous, they did not show excessive anxiety. Lu Mingfei's brows relaxed a little, and he asked in confusion, "What is 'Free Day'?" Before Guderian or Finkel could explain, a deep and steady voice came from the other side of the platform. "Freedom Day is a traditional festival in our school. On this day, students can do whatever they want to the greatest extent possible without being punished by school rules. Generally speaking, on Freedom Day, students will organize a real-life battle using tranquilizer bullets." An old man with white hair, strong muscles and extraordinary vitality walked slowly over there. When they saw the old man, Guderian and Finkel both exclaimed in surprise.
"headmaster!" "Long time no see, Lu Mingfei. Welcome to Kassel Academy." Angé first nodded to Guderian and Finkel, then set his eyes on Lu Mingfei. When he saw the fierce aura gradually rising from Lu Mingfei, a hint of excitement flashed in his deep eyes, as if he had seen a long-lost beast. "So it's just a real-life CS game, boring." After listening to Ange's explanation, Lu Mingfei let out a breath, his brows relaxed, and he immediately lifted his high alert state. The murderous intent also dissipated, as if it had never existed. Angé smiled slightly, took out a heavy Ruger PO8 pistol from his arms and handed it to Lu Mingfei. The gun body was shining with a cold metallic light. "I believe you have heard Professor Guderian talk about the main responsibilities of our school in the car." As he spoke, his old but bright eyes stared at Lu Mingfei. "Would you like to try out the elites trained by our school? I bought this gun at a high price some time ago, and then asked the equipment department to make some modifications. It is more useful than before. I believe you will like it. It is loaded with Frigga bullets, a kind of alchemical anesthetic bullet. You can shoot it at will, as long as you don't shoot it in the eyes. Also, you cannot use the word spirit." Lu Mingfei took the gun. When his fingertips touched the cold metal of the gun, a long-lost sense of familiarity suddenly came over him. He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield full of gunfire. He smiled slightly and asked in a low voice: "You all know? Did the girl named Nuonuo tell you?" Angers chuckled, nodded and said, "We know something, but we're not quite sure. Nono has an ability called profiling. She guessed a little and told me. "Principal! Mingfei is still a freshman. Is it really okay to let a freshman participate in the battle of senior students? Although Mingfei is an S-level with great potential, he has not received professional training yet!" Guderian was confused by the riddle-like conversation between Lu Mingfei and Ange, but he understood one thing, that is, Ange wanted Lu Mingfei to participate in the free day. "It doesn't matter. It might help to embolden those students in our school who claim to be elites." Angé continued with a smile. His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "No, I mean Mingfei..." Guderian said anxiously. He felt that he could no longer understand what Ange said. Lu Mingfei didn't say anything but loaded the bullet and skillfully operated the modified Ruger PO8, walking towards the place where the gunfire was most frequent in the school. He also wanted to see the strength of the elite troops trained by this school for dragon slaying. Ange looked at Lu Mingfei who was slowly moving forward, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he picked up his mobile phone and made a call. …… At the same time, on the other side of the campus, two tense voices came from the loudspeaker. "Chu Zihang, you actually put your own village rain on the line this time. It seems that you are really determined to win today." A proud voice came from the loudspeaker. "Caesar, you also bet your Bugatti. The value of the bet cannot be too different." Another cold and calm voice came immediately. "You are worthy of being my recognized opponent. Let's decide today which one of the Lionheart Club and the Student Union is the strongest club in Kassel School." The proud voice continued.
"See you later." The cold and calm voice sounded again, and then the conversation between the two came to an abrupt end. However, the moment they cut off the conversation, another voice came through the loudspeaker. "Ahem... I am the principal of Kassel College, Hilbert Jean Angers." The voice coughed first, then introduced. Inside the church, a young man with blond hair waved his hand to signal the members in red combat uniforms around him to stop. All of them stopped what they were doing. The sound seemed to have some kind of mysterious magic that could make them quiet down instantly and wait quietly for the next order. On the other side of the campus, in a tall building, a young man with black hair and golden eyes also waved his hand to stop the members around him who were wearing black combat uniforms. They stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the direction of the loudspeaker, listening carefully. "Today our school welcomes an S-level freshman, Lu Mingfei." Angé's voice was clear and steady. "He also wants to join today's 'Freedom Day' to see if the elites trained by our school are up to standard." Ange paused for a moment, as if deliberately letting the news ferment, and then continued: "If someone can knock him down today, then his club will be recognized as the strongest club in the school, and the person who knocks Lu Mingfei down will get full marks in all subjects this semester, and will receive the president's scholarship and the opportunity to have afternoon tea with me." As soon as the words fell, the whole school fell into a brief silence, and everyone was digesting this sudden information for a moment. Whether the members were wearing black or red combat uniforms, they all looked at each other and exchanged incredible looks. A tall girl with flaming red hair trembled violently and her face turned pale instantly when she heard the name "Lu Mingfei". This name evoked a certain fear deep in her heart. Her heart beat faster and her palms were slightly sweaty, but she still tried her best to stay calm and hide her inner turmoil. Her abnormality did not attract the attention of the people around her, and everyone turned their eyes to the blond young man standing in the front. "Boss, is this true?" A young man in red combat uniform asked the blond young man in the front with a look of doubt on his face. The blond young man Caesar pondered for a moment, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He calmly analyzed Ange's announcement, his mind racing. Finally, he nodded slightly and said, "That is indeed the principal's voice. It should be correct. Besides, no one else would dare to say such a thing in front of our Student Union and Lionheart Club, the two largest clubs in the school. S-rank? Interesting." There was a hint of excitement in his calm voice; this challenge aroused his inner desire to fight. His words were like a fuse, igniting the fighting spirit of the people behind him. "Chu Zihang, why don't we get rid of the troublemaker first, and then decide the winner!" Caesar's voice sounded through the loudspeaker again. This time, his tone was more serious and cautious. Although he still had doubts about the freshman's strength, he did not intend to take it lightly at this moment. "That's exactly what I meant." The cold and calm voice echoed in the loudspeaker again. Before cutting off the communication, Chu Zihang's golden pupils narrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes. He always felt that he had heard the name Lu Mingfei somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. …… Lu Mingfei also heard the broadcasts coming from all directions. His eyes turned slightly cold and he couldn't help but feel a little alert. He knew that this was just Angers trying to make him hate him, but he didn't care. Now he was calmer than ever before and all the troubles could not stir up any waves in his heart. When he clenched the gun in his hand, the familiar cold touch locked his inner emotions in an invisible cage. A top shooter would not let his emotions affect the accuracy of his shooting, and Lu Mingfei was one of the best shooters in the world. He exhaled slowly, his eyes became as sharp as a hawk, staring at several figures in black or red combat uniforms that appeared in front of him. Lu Mingfei didn’t know who his enemies were, but since Ange had said that he could shoot at will, he just had to knock down everyone he saw. Those figures were still nearly three hundred meters away from him, but Lu Mingfei had already raised his pistol. Generally speaking, it is very difficult to hit a target three hundred meters away with a pistol when there is a sight. What's more, the antique gun in Lu Mingfei's hand didn't even have a sight. Ordinary people couldn't see clearly the people three hundred meters away with the naked eye. They could only see a vague outline. It was almost impossible to shoot and hit the target. However, Lu Mingfei is not an ordinary person. Since he promised Angers not to use the spirit of words, he will keep his promise, but this does not mean that his marksmanship will regress. Lu Mingfei's finger gently pulled the trigger, his movements smooth and flowing. The muzzle of the gun was like a loyal hound, perfectly tracking the prey he was aiming at. With a dull sound of gunfire, the bullets were like commanded elves, accurately passing through the air and hitting the target at an almost impossible distance.
The enemies that were approaching rapidly suddenly fell down one after another like puppets whose lives had been cut off. Lu Mingfei continued to move forward, his eyes coldly sweeping over the figures he had knocked down. He saw some red liquid flowing out from under their bodies, but he did not smell any blood, and the bodies of those people were still rising and falling with their breathing. It seems that there are really anesthetic bullets in the gun. If they are anesthetic bullets, then he really intends to shoot at will. Lu Mingfei picked up an M4A1 carbine, which is the most popular rifle in America, from those people. Lu Mingfei had used pistols or antique bolt-action rifles before, and this was his first time using such advanced equipment. He also emptied the magazines of those men, a total of ten magazines, each with thirty rounds of bullets, so three hundred rounds of bullets were barely enough. What bothered Lu Mingfei the most on the battlefield before was the lack of bullets. Every time he ran out of bullets, he could only use an engineering shovel for hand-to-hand combat, or throw the drum to his subordinates and ask them to load it on the spot. The only time Lu Mingfei let loose and shot seemed to be on the first day in the Somme. ………… "Boss! All ten of the people we sent out have lost contact. Is it the work of the Lionheart Society?" Inside the Student Union headquarters, a young man in a red combat uniform had a livid face and his voice was a little sharp due to nervousness. He anxiously reported to Caesar who was standing at the front. Caesar frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He crossed his arms and thought for a while, quickly analyzing various possibilities in his mind. Finally, he slowly raised his hand, picked up the intercom beside him and said, "Impossible, I believe in Chu Zihang's character. Since we agreed not to fight each other before driving the troublemaker out, he will definitely abide by the agreement." While thinking, he picked up the intercom beside him and pressed the communication button: "Chu Zihang, I have lost contact with ten people here." The intercom was silent for a while, and then Chu Zihang's cold and calm voice came: "I have also lost contact with ten people here." Caesar closed his eyes and nodded slightly. He believed what Chu Zihang said. Although they were rivals, he knew very well that Chu Zihang would not lie in this situation. The current situation seemed to be beyond his expectations. "Oh, twenty people lost contact in ten minutes. Interesting. It's worthy of the S-level that the principal mentioned. Chu Zihang, how about we join forces to meet this so-called S-level?" Caesar said to the intercom with a smile, but his expression began to become solemn when the other party couldn't see him. When he heard that twenty people were killed in just ten minutes, the so-called S-level finally caught his attention. He didn't think he could kill twenty fully armed elite soldiers in ten minutes without using the Word Spirit. Chu Zihang on the other end of the intercom did not hesitate and responded calmly: "Okay." His voice was still so cold and steady, as if he would not waver no matter what kind of enemy he faced. …… Lu Mingfei put down the gun in his hand and glanced coldly at the enemies lying on the ground. "The 40th one. How many people are there in this school..." Lu Mingfei put down the gun in his hand, walked to the burly men in maintenance workers' clothes in front, and began to search them for useful things. To be honest, these big guys were quite strong, stronger than the guys in combat uniforms before. They cooperated perfectly with each other, and could even join forces to compete with Lu Mingfei in firepower. This made Lu Mingfei look at this school with new eyes. Even the caregivers were so strong. He began to look forward to those so-called elites. Just now, these caregivers used more than ten M4A1s to suppress Lu Mingfei with firepower. For a while, Lu Mingfei was pinned behind a tree and unable to move. The intensive firepower almost broke the tree. Fortunately, Lu Mingfei had just found a few smoke bombs. Lu Mingfei memorized the positions of those caregivers one by one, and then threw out a smoke bomb. Under the cover of the smoke bomb, he shot without aiming based on his memory and knocked down all those burly men. "That's a tree that's been there since the school was founded!" "Ah! That's a tree that's been there since the school was founded! You students don't focus on your studies and just want to play every day! I see you're wearing the clothes that you wear, so you look like a freshman! I'm the Discipline Committee! Professor Manstein! Now put down your guns and go back to your dormitories! You don't study hard every day, but you actually come to participate in this kind of boring game..." At this time, an old man in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses and with a serious face walked out of a building. When he saw the big men lying on the ground and the tree full of bullet holes not far away, he exclaimed. Then he saw Lu Mingfei standing there indifferently with an M4A1 in his hand, and he immediately scolded him. But Lu Mingfei just looked at the old man coldly, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger decisively. "boom!" A bullet hit the old man's smooth forehead accurately. The Frigga bullet took effect instantly. Professor Manstein's eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground without even having time to finish his last sentence. Lu Mingfei calmly put down the gun, with a wisp of smoke still coming out of the muzzle. Everything around him fell into deathly silence. He continued to walk forward expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
He didn't care who the man opposite him was. Since Ange had said that he could shoot at will, he would not hold back. Besides, this old man named Manstein was far worse than the Manstein he had known before. At this moment, Lu Mingfei had completely entered combat mode. He once again felt the feeling of charging into battle, every cell in his blood began to boil, and the fighting instinct had completely dominated his body. …… "Boss, we have lost more than fifty people." The student union cadre ran to Caesar in panic again to report. This time his face was covered with cold sweat, his hands were shaking slightly, and the sweat from his forehead slid down his cheeks. He looked extremely embarrassed. "More than fifty people..." The smile on Caesar's face completely disappeared, replaced by a chill. Their student union had only one hundred and fifty people in total, and one third of them had been killed now. This loss was extremely heavy and had completely exceeded his expectations. "Where is that guy named Lu Mingfei now?" Caesar asked in a low voice. "Judging from the direction, he seems to be coming this way." The student union cadre answered with a slight tremor in his voice. Caesar nodded, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He had realized that he was not facing an ordinary freshman, but an extremely dangerous enemy. He picked up the intercom again, pressed the communication button, and said in a heavy and cold tone: "I have lost more than fifty people here." Chu Zihang's familiar cold voice came from the other end of the intercom again: "It's the same here." "It seems that we have underestimated this S-level freshman." Caesar sneered and shook his head, his eyes revealing a bit of solemnity. He took a deep breath, his tone was full of determination: "Let all your men attack together, the two of us will stay here and wait for him. If he is killed, then we will duel according to the original plan." Chu Zihang's response was concise and calm: "Okay." He cut off the communication, his face still without any change of expression, but he had already begun to think about how to deal with the next battle. "Nono, you and Pacino take the others to find that guy named Lu Mingfei. I'll stay here to watch Chu Zihang." Caesar said to Nono who had been standing beside him. Caesar turned to look at Nono who was standing beside him, and then he noticed that her expression seemed a little strange, and her forehead was covered with sweat. Caesar asked with concern: "Nono, what's wrong with you? If you are not feeling well, then let Pacino take the people there himself." Nuonuo forced a smile, but the smile on her face was a little stiff. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her inner uneasiness: "Nothing, it's just that the weather is a little hot." She forced herself to calm down and kept comforting herself in her heart: There is nothing to be afraid of, he is just a veteran of World War I, he can't be the Dragon King's. If he is the Dragon King, the principal would never let him into the school. What is there to be afraid of a veteran of World War I? Let him experience the power of modern technology. That's right, use a sniper rifle to kill him, let this old antique see what modern technology is. Nuonuo's thoughts were a little confused, but she quickly adjusted herself, grabbed a sniper rifle, her eyes became determined again, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she had returned to her previous appearance as the little witch who liked to play tricks on people. "Let's go! Let's go see how powerful this S-class is!" She shouted proudly to the student union members waiting outside, as if she wanted to hide her inner uneasiness through this heroism. …… "The two hundredth one. As expected, without the kamaweasel, the efficiency of finding people is much slower." Lu Mingfei walked slowly through the campus. He was covered with magazines. His dark green school uniform swayed slightly in the wind. His steps were firm and calm. He wandered around the school for almost an hour before killing two hundred people. He had no bullets during World War I, but now he had plenty of bullets but couldn't find anyone. Just as his thoughts were drifting away, a premonition of danger suddenly came to his mind. Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly and reacted almost instinctively. A sharp gunshot rang in his ears and a bullet flew past his cheek, leaving a thin bloody mark on his cheek. Blood then overflowed and dyed his skin red. His eyes flashed and he turned to look in the direction where the bullet came from. On top of a building in the distance, he vaguely saw a dazzling light reflected by a lens. The flashing light made him immediately realize that the other party was using a sniper rifle. At this moment, he caught a large-scale movement at the edge of his vision. A large number of students wearing black or red combat uniforms rushed in from all directions. Their movements were neat and swift, and it was obvious that they had undergone rigorous training. Everyone held a gun tightly in their hands, and there was an unconcealable murderous aura in their eyes. Lu Mingfei's lips curled up in a sneer, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. He did not panic, but calmly assessed the situation in front of him. He wanted to see if these so-called elites could bring him some challenges. At this moment, opposite Lu Mingfei, the two leading young men were also quietly communicating. "Pacino, it looks like we have to join forces this time." The young man in black combat uniform turned slightly and said to the young man in red combat uniform next to him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Yes, Lancelot, I never thought that we would have the day to join forces." Pacino, wearing a red combat uniform, responded with emotion, but there was no relaxation in his eyes. Lu Mingfei's eyes swept over the two leading youths and noticed that they had a different aura from the other students, and were obviously the leaders. Looking at more than two hundred well-trained elite students rushing in like a tide, Lu Mingfei smiled coldly, without a trace of fear in his eyes, and the desire to fight in his heart was completely ignited. He slowly took out a few smoke bombs from his waist, tossed them lightly in his hands, feeling their weight, and then without hesitation, he pulled all the rings in one breath. Thick smoke spread out instantly, completely obscuring his figure. Under the cover of smoke, Lu Mingfei began to move quickly, his steps light and nimble, making almost no sound. "Everyone shoot!" Lancelot and Pacino gave the order at the same time when they saw the smoke starting to fill. But they soon lost their visual lock on Lu Mingfei. Smoke filled the air like a thick curtain, shrouding the entire battlefield in fog. Everyone stared nervously at the white smoke in front of them, their nerves tense, their fingers tightly on the trigger, ready to respond to Lu Mingfei's sudden attack at any time. However, Lu Mingfei seemed to have turned into an invisible ghost, moving freely in the fog. Based on the positions he had just noted, he came to the figures in combat uniforms. Suddenly, gunshots rang out again, accompanied by one muffled sound after another. The formation of those figures in combat uniforms began to become chaotic. With Lu Mingfei's rapid attack, more and more students fell to the ground. Each of his shots was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of the enemies. Pacino and Lancelot realized that something was wrong. They looked at each other with a hint of determination in their eyes. They quickly issued orders, asking their men to launch all-round suppressive fire into the smoke, trying to use intensive firepower to force Lu Mingfei out of the cover of the smoke. However, Lu Mingfei had already anticipated their reaction. In the dense rain of bullets, he dodged nimbly, as if dancing with the god of death. His figure sometimes appeared and disappeared in the smoke, giving the enemy an invisible sense of oppression. Sniper Nono was also on the top of a tall building in the distance, observing everything through the sniper scope. Sweat broke out on her forehead and she felt an unprecedented pressure in her heart. Lu Mingfei's speed and strength far exceeded her expectations. Even though she had aimed the sniper rifle at him several times, she still couldn't lock onto the target. Just as she adjusted her breathing slightly and prepared to shoot again, a bullet suddenly shot out from the smoke and headed straight towards her. Nono quickly lowered her head, and the bullet flew past her head and embedded into the concrete wall behind her, causing debris to fly everywhere. Her heart beat faster and cold sweat rolled down her forehead. Nuo Nuo realized that she had become Lu Mingfei's next target. Although Lu Mingfei was temporarily suppressed by the enemy's firepower, he was not panicked at all. He knew very well that snipers were one of the most deadly threats on the battlefield. If they were not dealt with quickly, he would sooner or later be in greater danger. He quickly formed a plan in his mind, then suddenly changed the direction of his movement, rushing towards the building where the sniper was at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, Pacino and Lancelot realized that their attacks had failed to work, and as they watched more and more of their men being knocked down, they began to waver. While continuing to command their men to conduct suppressive shooting, the two men tried to find Lu Mingfei's position, but Lu Mingfei's speed was too fast, and he was as unpredictable as a flash of lightning in the smoke. While they were still searching for Lu Mingfei's location, Lu Mingfei had already approached the building where Nuonuo was. He did not stop, but directly opened fire with the M4A1 in his hand. Bullets swept the outer wall of the high-rise building like a rainstorm, forcing Nuonuo to be unable to look up and aim. Nuonuo was forced to hide behind the cover of the sniper position, listening to the harsh sound of bullets hitting the wall, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. Lu Mingfei did not give her any chance to breathe. He climbed to the roof while shooting. His movements were as swift as the wind, like a nimble cheetah, moving nimbly through every corner of the building. When he reached the roof, Nuonuo had not yet fully reacted. Lu Mingfei did not hesitate at all. He raised his gun, aimed at Nuonuo's position, and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated the bunker, and Nuonuo felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness. The whole process took only a few seconds and the battle on the rooftop was over. Lu Mingfei glanced coldly at Nuo Nuo who was lying on the ground, then turned his gaze to those people downstairs who were still looking for him. He knew that the battle was far from over. Lu Mingfei picked up the sniper rifle that Nuonuo had just used and started calling the roll. He first pointed the gun at the two people who seemed to be the leaders and pulled the trigger. The two men fell to the ground instantly. The other men and women in combat uniforms around them saw the two men fall to the ground and were panicked for a moment. The moment they started to panic, the outcome was already determined.
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