123: Chapter 123 Hunting Wild Boars Turns Him into a Hunting Assassin?

"Your Majesty the Paramount Leader, the wild boar should be appearing now!"

Deputy General Pang looked at the familiar scene and spoke to Zhao Fusu with quite an excited expression.

They had searched for so long; were they finally going to see the wild boar!

"Mm."

A look of anticipation revealed itself in Zhao Fusu's eyes.

His finger was already touching the cold trigger.

As soon as it was confirmed to be a wild boar, he would ruthlessly draw his gun and shoot it dead.

At the same time, the Mohist Disciples led by the Six-Fingered Black Knight and the assassin organization led by Han Qiudao were engaged in a contest of speed.

Sure enough, just as the Six-Fingered Black Knight had said, their running speed was faster than Han Qiudao and his men.

Running at the very front, the Six-Fingered Black Knight could already see Zhao Fusu's group on horseback. He called out to the Mohist Disciples behind him, "Quick, quick, quick! Everyone charge! Aim for that one in the white robe and shoot! Turn him into a pincushion!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight had seen a portrait of Zhao Fusu, so he recognized him from a great distance.

"Kill!"

The Mohist Disciples charged toward Zhao Fusu's group with ferocious expressions.

When the Six-Fingered Black Knight led the Mohist Disciples out of the jungle, Zhao Fusu was quite disappointed to see it wasn't a wild boar.

But upon hearing these people shouting about killing him, Zhao Fusu was greatly shocked.

Assassins!

"Damn!"

Zhao Fusu's eyes instantly turned red.

His mind went blank as adrenaline surged through his body.

Without time to think, the revolver in his right hand was the first to aim at the fastest-running assassin, and he pulled the trigger.

*Bang!*

With a thunderous roar, Zhao Fusu's shot struck the assassin right in the face.

The terrifying bullet hit the assassin's face, leaving it covered in blood; without any reaction, he collapsed to the ground.

The sudden explosion caused the Mohist Disciples' charging speed to slow down.

But before they could react to what had happened, they continued to rush toward Zhao Fusu.

Zhao Fusu thought of nothing else at this moment. His concentration was highly focused, his gaze like lightning as he stared fixedly at the assassins charging to kill him.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!*

In one breath, he emptied all the bullets in the revolver's cylinder.

Zhao Fusu didn't hit the assassins' faces with every shot; some hit their bodies.

"Aah, aah, aah!"

Those who weren't hit in vital spots let out heart-wrenching screams of agony.

After emptying the bullets of one revolver, Zhao Fusu dropped the gun in his right hand and gripped the gun in his left.

Because he had cocked the hammer beforehand, Zhao Fusu only needed to point the muzzle at the dazed assassins and fire.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!*

Zhao Fusu cleared the cylinder of bullets once again.

His series of shots was as smooth as flowing water and fired in rapid succession; it was unknown how much faster his killing speed was compared to Deputy General Pang, who was using a bow and arrow to shoot the assassins.

"What is going on!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight watched with grief and indignation as his Mohist Disciples fell one after another into pools of blood; his brain had stalled.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot him for me!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight was also stubborn.

He wanted to shoot Zhao Fusu from a distance.

But Zhao Fusu had already spotted the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

After the bullets in that revolver were spent, he pulled out the two revolvers at his waist. After cocking the hammers, the revolvers in both his left and right hands fired simultaneously, subjecting the Six-Fingered Black Knight to suppressive fire.

Sitting on horseback, Zhao Fusu had a high vantage point and a wide field of vision. While he didn't take down an assassin with every single shot, his accuracy was extremely high.

"Scatter! Quick, scatter!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight watched as Zhao Fusu shot and killed over a dozen of his Mohist Disciples, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. Originally, they had charged together to kill Zhao Fusu with a dense rain of arrows, but unexpectedly, it had only increased Zhao Fusu's hit rate.

"What kind of weapon is that in his hand!"

Han Qiudao watched in horror as a Mohist Disciple was shot dead by Zhao Fusu. How could he dare to step forward? He found a place to hide and shouted a question toward the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight said with a face full of terror.

Anyone hit by the firearm in Zhao Fusu's hand was either killed in one shot or heavily wounded, lying on the ground at death's door.

With Zhao Fusu holding such a terrifying firearm, let alone getting close to him, as long as they dared to show their heads, Zhao Fusu would fire a shot at them.

Because the firearm in Zhao Fusu's hand was too terrifying—killing people with a flash of fire—everyone was afraid to step forward.

They could only shrink their necks and hide their bodies as much as possible.

Deputy General Pang, meanwhile, led his men to charge toward them.

Anyone who dared to show their head to attack was shot dead by Deputy General Pang.

He had to strike first; otherwise, everyone would be killed by His Majesty the Head of State.

That would make it seem like they, the guards, had no presence at all!

"Retreat!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the Six-Fingered Black Knight hurriedly led his men to run.

Han Qiudao also quickly led his men to retreat.

Deputy General Pang led a dozen or so guards behind them, shooting at them.

Han Qiudao clenched his teeth; he never expected that with so many people, they would instead be the ones pursued.

Just as they thought to counterattack, they were shot dead by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhao Fusu.

His revolvers could shoot much further than the crossbow bolts in these people's hands.

Damn it!

Han Qiudao clenched his fists.

His men had also suffered many casualties.

The speed at which the Six-Fingered Black Knight and his Mohist Disciples fled was truly fast; they were originally running in front, but now they had instead become the shield for the Mohist Disciples.

"Die!"

Deputy General Pang and the dozen guards drew their bows and arrows, shooting at them.

They had originally come to hunt wild boars.

They never expected it would turn out like this—hunting wild boars had become hunting assassins.

"Kill!"

Zhao Fusu also spurred his horse and chased after them.

*Bang, bang, bang...*

Zhao Fusu wasn't polite with them either, firing at their backs.

Since these people dared to come and assassinate him, they had to be prepared to be shot dead.

However, Zhao Fusu didn't chase too far before stopping.

"Do not pursue a cornered foe."

Zhao Fusu told Deputy General Pang and the others not to chase any further, lest these assassins had some ambush waiting ahead.

The battle ended after only about ten minutes.

Zhao Fusu had emptied the bullets of eight revolvers, killing thirty assassins and heavily wounding ten.

Deputy General Pang and the guards had also shot and killed thirty assassins.

Han Qiudao and the Six-Fingered Black Knight never expected that despite outnumbering Zhao Fusu's side ten to one, they would instead be beaten into a pathetic retreat.

If the battlefield hadn't been in the mountain forest, and if they hadn't run wildly into the depths of the woods—with the other side fearing they had set ambushes in the forest and thus not pursuing far—they might have been completely wiped out!