With the Royal Guard and some War Department soldiers stationed at Tiamat Palace, Guderian was not prepared to retreat immediately, hoping to hold out a little longer in order to buy Alexander more time.

Like Prime Minister Pitt, he thought that there must be something strange about Beria sending only a thousand soldiers to attack Tiamat Palace. Not to mention the defensive capabilities of Tiamat Palace, the number of troops stationed here alone is more than the attacking side. Therefore, in Guderian's opinion, Beria's most likely plan was to use a part of the elite soldiers to attract the attention of the Tiamat Palace, and at the same time send another force to stealthily attack and find an opportunity to break into the Tiamat Palace.

So Guderian defended all four sides of the Tiamat Palace, with the most elite royal guards led by the newly wounded Baron McCool at the front gate to resist the enemy's attack, and the other three sides were guarded by War Department soldiers, and Sir Willy led the rest of the troops in the center.

However, as soon as the enemy came up, the attack was beyond Guderian's expectations, and the frontal attack was not a feint, but a terrifying combat force tearing apart the defense line arranged by Guderian.

"Damn, aren't these guys afraid of death?" Baron McCool hid behind the bunker at the main entrance, and at this time he did not dare to climb the palace wall to observe the enemy's movements, because the cannonballs would bombard the city wall at any time, and if he stayed on it, he might be killed by a single shot.

The enemy's attack was completely beyond his and Guderian's imagination, and not only the unbridled shelling of the Tiamat Palace, but also the soldiers fearlessly charged forward under the cover of artillery fire. If it weren't for the fact that after the attack on Pritown, Tiamat Palace was reinstalled with a steel gate, and this ancient palace would probably have suffered its previous misfortune and was bombed into a pile of ruins by artillery fire.

There were no heavy weapons in the Tiamat Palace, because no one had ever been able to fight the German relationship before, and even after the attack of Pritown, no one considered setting up artillery in the Tiamat Palace, which was suppressed by the enemy's artillery fire at this time, but the side with the majority of numbers and the defensive advantage was beaten to the point that it could not raise its head.

"Hold on, the enemy only has so many people, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Baron McCool shouted loudly, boosting the morale of his subordinates, after all, the Royal Guard is the elite of the elite, even if it is suppressed by artillery fire, it still sticks to its position, calmly responds to the enemy's offensive.

However, this time they faced an enemy that could not be dealt with with with elites. More than a thousand soldiers, as if they were completely unafraid of death, charged forward in the rain of bullets and bullets of the royal guards. Even Baron McCool saw with his own eyes that some soldiers were obviously hit by bullets, but they still charged as if they were nothing, and they would not fall until they were hit by multiple bullets and key parts.

This scene made Baron McCool's heart feel a chill, and he couldn't help but wonder, is he still facing humans?

On the other side of the battlefield, in the middle of the cleared Triumphal Boulevard, Alain stroked a mortar, his old face showing a look of fascination.

"It's really a handy weapon, and if you have such a weapon, what kind of castle can't be breached?"

He slapped the cannon and shouted to his subordinates on the side: "Keep firing the cannon, don't stop the artillery fire until that palace is blown down!"

The soldier did not answer, but silently reloaded the shells. These soldiers gathered around Alan were unusually silent, and their eyes were glowing with a strange scarlet light, and their bodies also exuded an aura that was different from that of ordinary armies. It was like the men of Sinjid that Swain had seen when he was in Pritown, but Alain's men were obviously more intelligent than the numb and sluggish soldiers, but they were used to silence.

The frontal assault continued, and the gates of the Tiamat Palace were soon overwhelmed by the constant artillery fire, and the gates, which had just been renovated a month earlier, did not stand the test of the new era, and were eventually blown down under the fire of Alain, who did not care about ammunition. And with the collapse of the gate, followed by the tide of soldiers who were not afraid of death, even if there were only about a thousand people, but their momentum seemed to have thousands of troops, and they really made up for the weakness in numbers with their combat effectiveness.

Baron McCool's Royal Guard was also very brave, but they were still not on the same level of combat power as Alain's troops. By the time the strange soldiers stepped through the collapsed gates and attacked the interior of the Tiamat Palace, the battle was inevitably a white-knuckle battle.

"Bastard!"

Baron McCool watched as one of his men fell in front of him, already in good shape, and stabbed the bayonet in the abdomen before the enemy could stab, but the soldier who had been stabbed through the abdomen seemed to be completely oblivious to his injuries, and swung his bayonet with his backhand, cutting off the head of the royal guard. After that, the soldier with all his intestines flowing out continued to fight as if nothing happened, which made Baron McCool unable to bear it any longer, and personally rushed forward and cut off the fellow's head with his own saber.

In the face of this kind of opponent who can not care about exchanging injuries and even lives, the royal guards suddenly fell into a huge disadvantage, even if their combat skills have been trained very harshly and reached a very high level, but they are still unable to defeat the opponent's innate advantage, and gradually fall into the disadvantage, and the front line is pushing backwards step by step.

Baron McCool and the Royal Guards have realized that the enemies they are facing may be monsters beyond their comprehension, and that they cannot be killed in normal ways, unless they cut off their heads or cut their bodies to pieces, otherwise these monsters can continue to fight. The bullets were ineffective in most cases, so Baron McCool had to give up the idea of shrinking the front and regrouping, the other side would not give them such a chance, and the enemy troops who ignored the fire suppression could completely withstand the fire of the royal guards and force their line to disperse.

Struggling to cut the neck of an enemy, Baron McCool's breathing rhythm was already slightly disrupted. After all, he was a little older, and Baron McCool was more experienced than those sturdy guys, but his physical strength and physical fitness were somewhat inferior.

Another enemy attacked Baron McCool, perhaps because he saw that he was the commander, Baron McCool faced a lot of enemies, even with his subordinates covering him, he still had to fight continuously, even facing multiple enemies at the same time.

"Monster ......" Baron's saber cut off the bayonet stabbed by the opponent and cut off the enemy's wrist along the barrel of the spear, "You should stay in hell!"

With another slash, Baron McCool cut off the other man's head.

"Looks like you've got something to do. ”

Following the sound, Baron McCool saw an old man in chain mail looking at him coldly, the old man had two short axes hanging from his waist, but he had no intention of taking up arms, just staring at the baron coldly.

The chain mail on the old man's body did not make Baron McCool think that this was the armor on the battlefield, but rather that it was a strange costume at the masquerade. The old man was undoubtedly conspicuous among the men in black uniforms, and with his calm posture on the battlefield, Baron McCool immediately identified the old man as the commander of the place, or at least an important person.

So he immediately launched an attack on the old man.

"For the Empire!

He shouted slogans as he raised his saber and slashed at the other with all his might.

However, even when he saw that Baron McCool had rushed in front of him, the old man was still unhurried. It wasn't until the saber was about to cut his hair that the old man quickly picked up the short axe from his waist and swung it horizontally, with a speed that Baron McCool could barely see.

The hatchet easily broke Baron McCool's saber, leaving a large wound in the baron's chest. Baron McCool was immediately knocked out by this tremendous force and fell to the side, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"That's just it. Alain gave Baron McCool, who had fallen to the ground, expressionless, and then ignored it and continued to walk forward.

The surrounding royal guards naturally noticed Alain, and when they saw that their commander had been defeated, some of them immediately went to rescue the baron, while others tried to attack Alain.

However, neither bullets nor bayonets could hurt Alain in the slightest. His hatchet was so fast that even the bullets were blocked by his axe, and all those who attacked Alain were all knocked down by him, or their heads cut off, or dismantled, and the name of a cruel man was not just a cry.

On the battlefield of fierce fighting, there was a strange scene, an old man wearing chain mail from the previous era, among a group of fierce soldiers, walked like a leisurely stroll, no one could give him an effective stop, he could only let him pass through the battlefield, towards the depths of the Tiamat Palace.

"Is it possible that such a shabby, dilapidated little place has such a scale now?" Alain frowned, looking at the main hall of Tiamat Palace, as soon as he walked up the steps and entered the magnificent gate, behind which was the Imperial Hall.

"Please call it Tiamat Palace. Sir Willy stepped out of the corner, with a sword in his hand, and no soldiers behind him, "This is a treasure of the Empire, please don't insult it casually." ”

"Hmph!" said Alain, snorting coldly, not taking Sir Willy lightly, "you call this a baby, and it seems to me to be just a big pile of garbage." The Siliuan people are like this, shameless and despicable, but they like to show off, pile up their own ridiculous palaces of the bones they have stolen from other countries, and be complacent, this is the true face of your Siliurians' so-called treasures. ”

Sir Willie sighed and slowly drew his sword. "It doesn't seem to make sense of you, so I have to use this to remind you. ”

"Ha, sword, will you use it, boy!" said Alain with disdainful glance at Sir Willy, who was fully confident that he would take out the pretentious creature in one move.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Sir Wiley's figure was like a streamer, and he had already bullied Alain's body.

This speed surprised Alain, although it was not impossible to deal with, but he didn't expect the other party to have such skills, after all, judging from the situation on the battlefield just now, Alain did not find anyone who had the ability to threaten him, even if it was Baron McCool, Alain only cared because the other party was a little stronger than ordinary soldiers, for him, it was too easy to kill Baron McCool, just a matter of raising his hand.

But the threat that Sir Willy posed to him at the moment was not comparable to that of those men just now.

Alain's reaction was just as fast, almost the moment Sir Willy stepped in front of him, Alain picked up two short axes, one blocking Sir Willy's sword, and the other trying to attack Sir Willy's wrist, after all, the short axe was too short compared to the long sword to reach Sir Willy's body.

Sir Willy's sword was very fast and accurate, and seeing that Alan reacted in time and opened his sword, Sir Willie had no intention of competing with the opponent's strength, and immediately took a step back to open the distance. During this short but fierce attack, Sir Willy's left hand was kept behind his back, and he stabbed his sword with only one hand.

"You," Alain asked, holding his axe and looking at Sir Willy with a solemn face, "what's your name?"

The corners of Sir Might's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled gracefully.

"Confidentiality. ”