May 14th, night.

Fort Dominic.

"Check the equipment! This is the last time! I heard it clearly, no one can save you if there is a mistake!"

The barbarian warrior Erwyn's voice is extremely loud, because he is two meters tall, his voice is much thicker than the average person.

"Yes, sir!"

The voice of the response was thick and thin, and if you listened carefully, the barbarian soldiers had the thickest voices, the elite of the original Dragon Lance Knights and the human soldiers with the strongest strength in the training camp were considered normal, while Teflin like Masorella had a sharper and thinner voice.

He is 1.75 meters tall, but he is the thinnest of this group of heavily armed special forces. The equipment of the special company is completely different from that of ordinary infantry, they do not have uniform equipment, but expensive armor that is completely individually customized according to the height and weight of each person. Company Commander Erwin carried a round shield on his back, and his main weapon was not Sauron's battle axe, but a broad, thick scimitar.

He was wearing a suit of runic heavy armor, and in order to move in the dark, his originally shiny helmet and armor were painted with a layer of black paint, and even his face was painted with specially prepared oil paint.

All had similar paint on their exposed skin, and the human soldiers were lighter in armor and carried a variety of things on their backs. Masorela, on the other hand, wore no metal armor at all, only a leather armor inlaid with hedrons, and this leather armor was only in the form of armor pieces tied to her body with rope, which looked very rudimentary.

However, although all of them are equipped in different ways, they all wear a uniform leather arm guard in the forearm area, and they all have an identical hedron plate hanging from their chests.

Masorella scrutinized her weapon, which was very small compared to the large weapons of the people around her, consisting of two "fist blades" on her hand. This is clearly the most suitable melee weapon for assassinations and raids. After the examination, he tightened the square stone slab tied to the belt on his chest again, and felt the hedron in his pocket.

"Ready! One to four rows! Go!"

With Erwin's order, Masorella immediately trotted towards the airport with her comrades in front. He had excellent eyesight at night, so the behemoth parked at the airport could see it clearly.

There was already a third Falcon on the side tarmac, but the three Falcon together were not as big as the Albatross transport plane in front of them. It resembled some strange dragon crawling on the ground, and despite knowing it was a man-made artifact, Masorella was in unspeakable awe of it.

"Get on board!"

Stepping on a wooden gangway, Masorella followed her comrades in front of her into the interior of the giant transport plane. Just walking up to it was two stories high, and when he entered, he saw four rows of simple wooden seats. Two hundred and forty heavily armed soldiers tacitly arranged in order, and when they were all counted, Erwin was the last to board, and then reached out and pulled the hatch shut.

"Seat belts!"

His voice fell, all the "click" sounds rang out, the large cabin space was very empty, Erwin glanced at it, confirmed that the soldiers were in place, walked to the front of the cabin, and reported the preparation to the cab in front of him, and within a few seconds, everyone heard the sound of the propeller suddenly starting outside...

A full eight huge propellers power the transport plane. Above the cabin was a huge circle that provided energy to the propellers, with more than two hundred charging crystals inserted into them, and as the sound of the propellers increased, these crystals also emitted a bright white light.

The airport circle then activated, and with a shudder, Masorella knew that the plane was now suspended above the airport. After that, it has already experienced several accelerations, climbs... As well as waiting.

The drop in air pressure caused discomfort to the eardrums, but the circle in the cabin seemed to have adjusted to it, and even after the plane had climbed for a long time, they did not suffer from a lack of oxygen. After rising to a high altitude, the temperature outside the cabin was about minus twenty, but because there was a constant temperature circle in the cabin, the soldiers did not feel cold.

Masoretic rubbed the blade in his hand, stared at the position of the cabin door in a daze, as the plane began to descend, at a certain moment, when the magic circle at the cabin door suddenly lit up with a red light, Erwin, who had been sitting in front of everyone, unbuckled his seat belt, he stood up, raised his hands and made a gesture, Masorella and the others immediately reached out and pulled the buckle of the seat belt.

The cabin was so noisy that no one could be heard, so communication was only through gestures. Erwin made the next gesture, and the soldiers all stood up, and then everyone took a charged hedron from their pockets and stuck it on the slab of the circle on their chests.

The two platoon commanders came out of the queue and stood at the left and right doors of the cabin, and reached out to open the cabin doors—the whistling wind immediately poured into his ears, and Masola's hair was blown to the ground, and he squinted his eyes and looked out of the barn door, the dark night sky was full of stars, and below was the clouds that covered the earth, this scene made him dizzy every time he saw it. But before he could see anything more, the red light on the hatch turned green, and the two platoon commanders standing at the hatch began to wave to the soldiers beside him.

"Jump, jump, jump!"

Masorella followed the human comrades in front of him to the hatch, the platoon leader next to him yelled at him, and his body almost instinctively carried out this order - following his comrades to step out, the feeling of weightlessness immediately hit, and after the vision rotated violently a few times, the effect of the "floating circle" was revealed. The uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness dissipated immediately, and the wind whistling around him knew that the rate of descent was now constant.

The altitude of the airborne is about 3,000 meters, and the target area below is not real because of the dark clouds, because Masora is a Tevelin, so he directly uses his tail to keep his body balanced, and quickly makes his body into a stable falling position. As he pressed the buckle of the leather armor on his arms, there was a "bang", and the small glider wrapped in it unfolded outward. He stretched his arms flat to the sides, and the whole person had the ability to glide controllably.

The effect of the "Floating Circle" and the feeling of air flow made Masoretic begin to hover freely like a bird.

There are comrades who have jumped down in advance, and there is a small circle on their backs that flashes with light to remind their teammates. As a result, Masorella leaned over and formed a formation with her companions.

Not long after descending, the group passed through the thick clouds. Masorella felt her body wet from the vapor, but the sensation quickly disappeared, and when the fog dissipated, the dark earth and the city with many lights came into view.

This is the heart of Bergen's domain, the town of Layenne, where the former Count of Mirno lived.

All the soldiers who landed immediately locked onto the landing target, they relied on small gliders with their arms spread out to maintain their flight direction, the huge city grew larger and larger in view, Masorela recalled the battle plan in her mind, immediately locked onto the square in the north of the center of the city, and began to try to correct the direction and fly there.

However, it is not easy to jump from a height of 3,000 meters and land accurately in a square with a diameter of more than 100 meters in the city. Although there were already a circle of torches lit in advance by the intelligence officers in the square, which was easily recognizable from the air, Masorella had actually jumped from the plane only three times, and this was the first time she had come to the city, so she had trouble landing after all.

Before, everyone was doing airborne practice on a wooden shelf more than 50 meters high in Parling, but it wasn't until a few days ago that they actually got on the plane and did 3,000 meters of airborne. At that time, the target location was a marked target area in the wilderness, as long as the destination was finally reached. Masorela, because of its tail as a means of balance, prefers to land in a "low-altitude glide" way. But when he was gliding to a height of thirty meters above the ground, he was frightened by the many buildings in front of him...

The city was one of the wealthiest cities in the eastern part of the kingdom, and after a few decades, the city square was surrounded by tall buildings, including monasteries, churches, bell towers, etc., and Masorella really regretted that he had chosen this way, and he desperately changed the angle of his arms in order to allow himself to fly through the gaps in the buildings and streets, while mentally estimating the distance from the square. But just as he managed to avoid the eaves in front of him, the third floor of the tavern that suddenly appeared was directly in front of Masorela, who was trying to turn...

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he had to grit his teeth and prop his arms in front of him, and then crashed into the house through the window on the third floor of the tavern with a "clang"...

Such an impact was nothing to Masorela's physical strength, after all, he was only gliding through the air, and he could not even travel at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour. But as soon as he crashed into the house, he immediately heard screams in front of him...

Standing up, Masorella, who has night vision, sees a topless woman screaming in horror on the big bed in the room, and the man next to her seems to be looking for something to defend herself. Masorella squinted and glanced inside the room, and rushed straight up and slammed a palm on the neck, knocking the person unconscious on the spot.

Masorella was very anxious at this time, because it was really a mistake for him to make such a big move, but it was useless to regret it now, he quickly pulled out the magic crystal of the floating magic circle on his body, and jumped directly from the third floor!

Tevelyn landed in a very quiet voice, and Masorella began to run quickly from where she remembered, eventually reaching the predetermined square within a minute. And when he got here, he found that the squad of forty people had been assembled.

"Let's go!"

Erwin didn't ask anything at all, the big guys in the team were all wet, but there was excitement in their eyes, Masorella quickly returned to the team, and immediately rushed straight to the next booking target.

There was no one in the square at night because of the curfew, and four people had just been parachuted into the same situation as Masorela, but that level of noise could not make the city's security system react at all - after all, in this era, no one had ever heard of the concept of "airborne troops", let alone imagined that an enemy team of more than 200 people could directly cross the city walls and appear in the city.

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