"Not even a sentry? Is there any catch? Dereliction of duty doesn't bring such a thing! ”

"A squad has reached the fence and confirmed that the soldiers inside are all playing leisurely. There is no guarding. ”

"Damn." Tan Shijian, the squad leader who was also the commander-in-chief, put down the low-light night vision device. "The whole class is moving closer to the heart and getting ready to attack!"

In the moonlight, cunning soldiers stalked between the plants, and in the strongholds converted from serf estates, gambled and sleeping soldiers occupied the windy spots on the upper floors, and their vigilance was equal to zero.

"Ready for three shifts!"

"Ready for the second shift!"

"Ready for Class 5!"

Ten operational squads, three of which were on outer alert, surrounded the estate.

"It is estimated that there are more than fifty people. It can be easily solved, but the problem is that they can't trigger the beacon and can't make a big movement. So......" Tan Shijian thought for a moment, "the whole class is equipped with gas masks, one flash grenade is ready each, and the ladder is ready!" I prepare to suppress each window on the second and third floors! ”

Two of their own men from each squad set up ladders, and firefighters with muffler rifles and under-mounted grenades stood easily on the backs of their comrades.

"Two, one, put!"

There was a sound of a can falling to the ground, and the grenade burst into the unobstructed windows and balcony doors in a beautiful curve. In an instant, white light erupted from within. At the same time as the grenade was fired, the squad at the main gate quickly took out hydraulic shears and cut the chains that locked the iron door.

Mournful noises emanated from the floors of the farmstead, a reaction to being momentarily blinded by a flash of unsuspecting light.

"Second shot, tear gas!" The first soldiers had already burst into the farmstead, and tear gas bombs over their heads flew into the windowsill again, completely depriving those who had not yet recovered from the bright light the ability to resist.

The wooden door of the farmhouse was kicked open. The second class member saw a panicked soldier in shorts with a short knife and wanted to go upstairs to confirm what was going on above. The rule of "kill the enemy who is still able to resist" was immediately enforced, and the soldier fell down with a bullet hole before he could react, and he didn't even have time to shout the word "enemy attack".

The commander of the fifth squad did not have time to confirm whether the soldier was dead, but symbolically shot him twice in the head. Blood mixed with all kinds of strange liquids flowed out of his body, as if it had knocked over the shelves in the spice section of the supermarket, it was simply colorful.

The third shift continued to search the same floor, and the second and fourth shifts went down to search the basement. The first squad patrolled the outside, and five or six went upstairs to catch pigs.

"We have taken control of the exit from the serf ghetto." The return of the seventh class made the commander-in-chief feel extra at ease in the garden. It is now almost certain that the estate has completely changed hands.

In fact, the rebels have a whole team of 100 here. There are still many people sleeping on the ground floor and playing table ball games in the basement, while the beacon on the top floor is completely useless after the second and third floors are covered with tear gas. The soldiers who fished at the top and slept on the bottom should have rejoiced that all the soldiers who were alert to take up arms were killed, without exception. And they were tied up from the pain of sleep and suffocation.

"The second class reported that the playroom has been completely cleared! There were no casualties, and there were no survivors! Dai Ziting, the squad leader, chewed bubble gum while running to report the battle situation easily, and blew out a big bubble after speaking.

The post-00s really know how to play! Tan Shijian thought so. However, considering that the second squad was facing a room full of guys playing ball and throwing darts, it is conceivable that they must have been strafing when they entered the room after throwing flashbangs. It's okay to think about not leaving a living mouth

They took enough prisoners, sixty-three. As for this side, the whole team naturally did not have a single casualty. Against a hundred-man squad of light infantry, or light bandits, any damage can only be said to be weak.

Except for the serfs, who were still shivering and looking out on the lower row of floors, sixty-three captives knelt on the ruined garden, once the pride of the farmstead. Of course, they were captured not to send "two-legged livestock" to the rear, but to obtain information. Rather than let them die of hunger and thirst, Task Force Elta, who would not even give them a sip of water, would have killed them all directly and mercifully.

"Anyway, this scourge of the people is to be damned." Tan Shijian said viciously to Malcolm, who was being raided and interrogated, carrying a long knife and wielding a whip. "Malcolm, even if you fight, you won't be afraid to die."

"Who are you, chief?! If you don't tell the truth, I'll smoke you into minced meat immediately! That's right, the meat filling of the barbecue patty! Malcolm had a whiplash, and without Chief Tan's order, his anger had exploded enough to tear down the ceiling of a frame building.

"Boss...... ......The captives trembled and looked at each other. The murderous aura of the big man in front of him had already leaked out from his body like a flood from the Three Gorges Dam, and he was about to be submerged in the water and at a loss. Now it's going to be stupid X to lie for a little boss.

"The boss isn't here...... I guess you killed me......" After a few glances, a daring soldier confirmed that the centurion was not here, and stumbled in reply.

"What about your two heads? Didn't you die with the boss holding your ass? A group of dog officials are simply dead, phew! Malcolm spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm into the crowd, and one of the soldiers made a gesture of evasion—caught off guard and still spit out.

"I am ......" with his hands tied, and an old vuffian-like figure had to look up to show his existence.

Malcolm's eagle-like gaze knocked him into a cold sweat. "Take it away! Separate interrogation! Malcolm still couldn't squeeze out a good word, and at that moment there was a guide for the new army and a demobilized airborne soldier who knew the lingua franca, and the deputy captain was put on a different place to continue the interrogation.

The rest of the soldiers were shaking. That's right, the shivering before going to the guillotine.

"I, Malcolm Thorpe, am a native of Yadri! Whoever of you is a fellow countryman and a native of me, lift up his head for me, and the others will bow their heads! Malcolm yelled as he deliberately softened his tone.

Is it to pardon fellow countrymen? Many of the True Adri, and strangers who thought so, raised their heads. Of course, there are also Yadri people who bow their heads and remain silent, which is nothing more than gambling for their lives.

At that moment, some soldiers helped Malcolm lift the "fellow villagers" who had raised their heads and put them on the other side and put them into a column.

The hearts of these "fellow villagers" sank on the spot. That's it. Instead of being released on the spot, they were lined up in such a column - this is probably an execution.

Malcolm, however, disappeared into the darkness, and a few people found him drawing his bow and arrows, walking to the other side of the column, and now the line became a horizontal line, for Malcolm.

"Wait, my lord, I'm not from Adri! I'm not from Adri! When Malcolm's figure with a pulley bow became clear in the backlight, someone in the queue immediately let out a cry for mercy. I'm not from Adri, spare my life! ”

Malcolm didn't say a word, and when he stood firm, he let the arrow point downwards and put a full bow on it. The composite bow was twisted into shapes incomprehensible to ordinary archers in the moonlight, and the nickel steel arrows were illuminated with sparkling.

"The first arrow of the alien land is a rebellion in Adri, and this first arrow is sent to my painful homeland!" Malcolm let out an earth-shattering roar, and the bowstring was released from the trigger linkage of the spreader, and the guy who had just begged for mercy was instantly hit by an arrow, and the nickel steel arrow was deeply embedded in the eye socket.

Both teams let out instinctive cries for survival together. It's late. The person who was shot was bleeding from all parts of the body and was obviously dead under the arrow. Within fifty meters, the pulley bow and the bonus of wind magic make the nickel steel arrow deadly.

In addition to the interrogators, the members of the team who rescued the serfs and those who stood guard outside the field, the members of the team, including the four guides of the Forces nouvelles, watched the public execution with cold eyes and even excitement. "In order to maintain the image of the temporarily occupied territory, it is permissible to execute all captives by any means."

Someone is moving their buttocks. But with the toes tied to the top, the speed of movement may be a little faster than that of an earthworm.

"I don't know how to resist foreign enemies, forget the glory of His Majesty the Charles, Doniva and the Emperors, forget the glory and unity of Elta, this arrow gives me a shameless scum worthy of my fellow countrymen!" There was another whoosh, and another arrow plunged into the throat of the guy who was moving the fastest backwards. He tried hard to shake off the shaft of the arrow that cut off his breath, but the more intense the writhing, the faster the oxygen in his body drained. Soon, the purple head and body stopped struggling.

The captives did not have time to pity the poor bastard, let alone fear who the archers would target next. "You will only enslave women and bully the good and dominate the market, will you be willing to bully your wives, sisters, and mothers? Are you still worthy to be a human being? Worthy?! "The roar of the wild lion shattered the night sky, and the serfs pouring out of the bungalows could hear it clearly." This arrow was given to you by Uncle Ben and Malcolm! ”

The maximum amplified wind magic propelled the bow and arrow, piercing directly through the skull of one of them. Rage is rumored to be able to amplify a mage's spell powers, and now it seems to be true. But Malcolm should have been cheaper than the man, he walked directly into the palace of death without snorting, I am afraid that the moment he was penetrated did not have time to pain, and he had lost consciousness before he had time to struggle and fall to the ground.

Not only the horizontal team in front of them, but also the team behind them was also stinking - many people were already incontinent, and feces and urine were leaking all over the ground. "What are you afraid of? Are you so scared when you bully the unarmed villagers? Have you ever imagined that one day there will be retribution? Is there one? Is there?! Malcolm let out another hoarse roar and drew his bow. The wind pressure condensed at the tail of the arrow was stronger than ever.

"Elta, you scum don't need it, give me hell!"