From the moment the mercenaries entered the fortress of Makaray, Isota's wary gaze remained on them, not taking a second off her eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's instinct told him that there might be something wrong with these guys, but there was no evidence to prove it yet - and he hoped he could find out.

Isota's eyes were fixed on his target. Things seemed normal, and the gang did behave a lot like a bunch of unlucky guys who had been ambushed by the Abyssinian army not long ago, everyone scarred, depressed, and faltering. But what puzzled him was why most of them wrapped their heads like mummies.

The smell of intrigue seemed to be in the air.

Isotar didn't believe that many people would injuries; And, if these people were really hurt, then why didn't he hear any moans...... He listened carefully for a moment. Indeed, there was only gasp, no moaning.

How is this possible? Isotar knew her comrades well, as long as they were wounded...... No matter where the wound is, no matter how serious the wound is, as long as they are wounded and have a little strength, those guys will surely fill the fortress with their moans...... Although this is a slight exaggeration, the Italian soldiers certainly did not remain silent after being wounded.

So, if a group of "Italian soldiers" did not moan loudly after being wounded, it was not because they suddenly became stronger, but because they were not Italian soldiers at all.

They are enemies!

Isota was taken aback by her assumptions. "Sergeant!" He began to call out to his superiors. There was no doubt that the men who entered the fortress should be kept under tight control at once, and while it seemed rather hasty to accuse them of being enemies just because they didn't groan after they were wounded, it was better to do something than nothing in the current situation. "Sergeant, I think ......"

But his chances are gone.

"Let's get moving." With a brief order, the mercenaries sprang into action.

The first to suffer were the two Italian soldiers who opened the door. Before they could realize what was happening, a hand reached out from behind covered their mouths, and then a sharp dagger slashed through their necks, slicing arteries, throats, and veins. The two unlucky fellows saw God without even making a sound.

The mercenary's actions were clean and beautiful, there were no flaws, and theoretically no one would have noticed what had just happened - but Isotar saw it.

"Sergeant!" There was no time to do anything else, and he shouted as he raised his rifle and prepared to open fire on the enemy. However, the mercenary was much faster than Isota, and while he raised his rifle, several submachine guns began to fire heavily at him. In just an instant, this highly vigilant soldier had already followed in the footsteps of his colleagues and went to heaven to join them.

It was only then that the unresponsive Sergeant Fraschini and his men realized that they had just placed the enemy in an impregnable fortress. Of course, they never imagined that the enemy would attack under the guise of the Italian army.

It's just that there's no time left to regret them or correct their mistakes. Dozens of mercenaries quickly rushed to the city walls. Threatened by the weapons in the hands of these seemingly unfriendly fellows, the sergeant and his few remaining men wisely chose to lay down their arms and surrender.

"Safety!" No one gave the Italians a second look, and after pushing them aside, the commander of this group of mercenaries began to give orders: "Occupy all advantageous positions, signal to the follow-up troops, we need supporting fire." ”

"Yes, sir!"

"At the same time, inform Captain Smith that I want him to occupy the headquarters of the fortress as soon as possible!"

Of course, at this time, Smith and his reconnaissance team were already on their way, and they were rushing to the fortress headquarters under the leadership of Second Lieutenant Stopani, who was being dragged by Butz and running at the front of the line, Zhang Biao following them, while the others were two steps behind.

"Be vigilant." As they rushed past a house at high speed, Smith loudly reminded his men that a fortress that did not respond to an attack made him a little nervous, "Italians could appear at any moment." ”

"Maybe they're still sleeping." A voice that sounded a lot like Butz said behind him.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, and after only a short moment, a large group of Italian soldiers who were scattered and laughing loudly quickly appeared in the mercenaries' sights, and then they also saw the mercenaries who were coming to a rapid stop.

"Italians! Take cover! In a natural - that is to say, thoughtless - reaction, Zhang Biao raised the muzzle of his gun, fired two rounds at his opponent, who was clearly still confused, and then quickly crouched down. Next to him, Butz pushed the obstructive Ensign Stopany away with all his might, roaring and roaring as he wildly strafed the group of soldiers.

In the next second, each mercenary's weapon opened fire.

Caught by surprise by this completely unexpected attack, and covered in a dense rain of bullets in an instant, the dozen or so Italian soldiers who were at the forefront fell in an instant, and the rest began to disperse and return fire on the mercenaries. But the firepower of submachine guns, semi-automatic carbines, and automatic rifles far exceeded their capacity, and after a few short rounds of firefight, the Italians fell into panic, their formation and composure collapsed, and the soldiers rushed down the streets.

Butz reveled in this small victory, he changed the magazine, and then began to pursue the group of Italian soldiers, while turning to Smith and shouting, "Sir, go and occupy the headquarters, and I'll clean up these guys!" ”

"You idiot, come back!" Smith also shouted to him, "Now is not the time for you to show your personal heroism!" ”

But Butz had already run away and did not hear. Even if he heard, though, it wouldn't make any difference.

"I swear, I'll kick you out of my unit as soon as this is over!" Smith roared in exasperation. However, he was still worried about Butz's safety, so he issued an order to Zhang Biao: "Zhang, take a few people to chase that idiot, don't let him die here." Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire rang out in all corners of the fortress.

"Move fast!" He added.

Zhang Biao nodded, casually pointed to a few mercenaries, and then chased in the direction Butz was heading. Smith, on the other hand, picked up Stopany and led the rest of the men to the headquarters of the Makary Fortress.

……

Butz continued his pursuit, running as fast as he could through the streets, roaring, and waving his submachine gun. Sometimes, a shot he fires has more value psychologically than in battle.

Half of the Italian soldiers had already broken into the buildings and alleys on either side, or simply dropped their weapons and surrendered, and the rest, the dozen or so that he kept chasing, were still running straight ahead, sometimes returning a few absent-minded bullets. Eventually, they collided with a small group of panicked colleagues who had apparently set off after hearing the gunshots, before turning around and confronting their opponents directly.

Now it was Butz's turn to panic. He didn't expect to encounter so many ...... About half a company of Italian soldiers, but he still stood still, quietly watching each other with his opponent. Most of the Italian soldiers looked not at him, but at his back.

Butz suddenly felt how lonely he was, and the same thoughts began to seep into the minds of the soldiers he was facing. The confusion quickly gave way to anger, and rifles and pistols began to rise. Butz took a step back, firing all the remaining bullets out of the magazine, then turned around and fled faster than he had been in pursuit.

Zhang Biao, who was chasing after his reckless companions with a few mercenaries - who had been delayed for some time by the scattered Italian soldiers he encountered on the road - heard the sounds of rifles and pistols firing and noticed that they sounded not farther and farther away, but closer and closer.

"Spread out." He gesticulated. The mercenaries immediately dispersed into the shadows on both sides of the road and raised their weapons to aim ahead. Soon, the embarrassed Butz appeared in their sight, and after a few more moments, the Italian soldiers who were chasing him also appeared.

After waiting a dangerous second for the mercenaries to start firing.

The few Italian soldiers who rushed to the front immediately fell victims. Once again, they were caught off guard by the surprise attack, and what followed was no different from the first firefight, with the Italians completely overpowered by several automatic weapons and quickly panicking, leaving behind a few corpses and weapons to flee for their lives, while the mercenaries returned to being pursuers.

They roared in pursuit, and all the Italian soldiers could do was surrender and pray in a panic that they would meet more of their comrades.

However, the game of chase could no longer change, and the Italian army in the fortress of Makareal was in a state of total collapse. The mercenary follow-up units brought with them mortars and machine guns, and none of the troops could hold out in front of these weapons for too long, they were always at the touch of a button, and then they never had the opportunity to regroup, and it was impossible to regroup.

After only a dozen minutes, the organized resistance of the defenders of the fortress was broken, and before the sun had fully risen, the sporadic battles were over, and all that was left was a boring game of hunt and capture. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )