Section 1: Objectives (II

"Understood" Vahu greeted, more than 20 intimate subordinates looked at their waists, followed the outline of the bushes, and followed Wahu to the front gate, and more than 30 soldiers dressed as mercenaries were already lurking at the back door, and guards were arranged in the low part of the wall.

The officer who commanded the front door sentry was Townsend's old team, and the officer who took the lead was nicknamed the Pig-Head Squad Leader, whose real name was Yada. Before joining the army, he was originally a ruffian in the market, and he played with a short bow and dagger, and recently learned to blow arrows. He had six guards with him, and he was going to kill all three guards at the gate at the same time—easy to say, but it wasn't a job that anyone could do.

Among the six guards, the eldest old man was forty-six, bald and only thirteen years old, and they were all guards trained by Townsend with his own eyes, mainly attacking and assassinating in lurk. Amid the chatter of the three at the gate, seven men approached about twenty meters in three directions, reminding each other with the sound of insects that they were in place and ready to begin.

The road to the front door is relatively wide, and there are some shrubs growing on the roadbed on the left and right, and the lower and sparser it is closest to the door. The guards at the gate looked beyond the bushes and scanned the situation near and far, and they were tired from standing in the middle of the night.

A small yellow-green snake, spitting snake letters, climbed to the top of the bush with great interest. Among the tender green leaves, its coloured scales stood out, and it also caught the attention of the three guards, who were overjoyed and their spirits were instantly uplifted.

"Man snake, it's a man snake," one of the guards whispered, "I didn't buy it from the elders last time." ”

"What?" Seeing the excitement on his companion's face, someone who didn't understand asked, "What kind of snake is this?"

"Man Snake...... Grinding into powder is the best medicine. Immediately someone took a spear and picked it up, and the other two salivated behind him.

At the moment when the guards shifted their gaze at the same time, a silent blow arrow flew out of the bush on the right, shooting the neck of the rearmost guard, and he twisted his head to touch it with his hand, and when he touched the tail of the arrow, a crossbow arrow flew up and had already inserted into his Adam's apple - the metal arrow was flat and broad, and it was precisely inserted into the flesh and deep behind the cervical vertebrae, completely depriving him of the right to speak

This kind of arrow is not a West Coast style at all

The guard's eyes bulged out, and he looked unwilling to go backwards, his steps became extremely heavy, and after staggering back three steps, he rolled his eyes and fell—he fell to the ground quietly, but alarmed another guard who was watching the play, and when he turned his head, he did not know what was happening, and even had a little greedy and surprised smile on his face.

Before he could make a sound, he could see... The cold light flew in

With the faint muffled sound of "poof, puff", all three crossbow arrows were stuck in his neck. The hollow arrow shaft "snorted" and bleed, but the guards didn't seem to react, and he subconsciously reached out to block the splashed blood + passion liquid, but it must have been in vain, he looked at the splattered blood and did something that no one thought of.

He turned, eyes of despair, and tapped the spear-wielding guard on the shoulder, completely blocking the others' path, and the guards were shocked and angry, but Ada struck him in the vest with an arrow, and his hand on his companion's shoulder became limp.

"Don't make trouble" The head of the guard with the spear shook his shoulders without annoyance: "This is gold, and it will be distributed to you when it arrives." ”

The guard with three crossbow arrows in his neck and a feather arrow in his vest inhaled "hiss-hiss", his eyes were full of confusion and grief, he slowly knelt down, one head drooped lower and lower, and on the back of his neck, three metal arrows shot through the neck went straight to the sky.

As the guards slowly knelt down, they gave way to the passage, and the leader of the guards, who was bent on catching the snake with a spear in his hand, was also struck, and the guards who had just been frightened poured all their firepower into him, regardless of the main attack and preparation—two blow arrows, four crossbow arrows, and one feathered arrow, all of which were stuck in him, and as a result, the unfortunate bastard fell without humming.

"What are you doing?" a voice came from inside the gate, "Caught something?"

The sound was not loud, but it made the guards frightened, and the weapons in everyone's hands had already been used, and there was no time to prepare

Yada's face turned from pale to flushed, and without saying a word he jumped up, and as he rushed forward, he drew a short javelin from his holster and threw it, and when he reached the third step, he threw another one, and the man had just stepped out from behind the wall, and before he could see the scene outside, he was shot in the face with a javelin—and the old man picked up the spear from the ground and gave him a chill

Another guard who rushed to cooperate jumped ten meters away, and the scimitar turned into a magnificent light and swept across the man's neck

Finally put an end to the flawed whistle-blowing operation. But the seven people did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly stepped forward to guard all directions of the gate, and then sent a follow-up signal. As Vahu stormed the front door in a murderous manner, Ada and the six guards let out a sigh of relief, their underwear soaked with sweat

"Stumbling and dragging mud and water. In the distance, Townsend whispered, "Remember, the Guards still need to increase their training." ”

Hearing Townshend's words, the two rows of small adjutants squatting beside him lowered their heads and recorded them in the notebook on their heads.

Relying on a well-established command system, the guards at the low end of the wall began to climb the wall at the same time as the front door sounded.

The person who climbed over the wall held the top of a long wooden stick with both hands, jumped up and put his feet on the wall, and the two people behind him held the back end and pushed hard, so the person in front of him "rubbed" on the wall and ran higher and higher, close to the four-meter wall is not a problem at all - it's just that someone is not a place after crossing the wall, and the sound of "bang" is success, "pop" is considered to be passing, and "bang" is what is going on?

The shouting in the village suddenly became louder, but at this time the front and rear doors were controlled, and there was no fear of being discovered—Vahu followed Townsend's orders, and led the men straight to the place where the slaves were held. Their advance was so fast that their feet barely touched the ground, and the few Marches they encountered on the road were all smashed with a stick, and there were people behind them who specially mended their knives.

"Killing" Someone finally shouted, and the voice was very high-pitched: "There are dead people outside"

In the morning, the abrupt screaming was a bit harsh - but the screams had almost no effect.

"What's the shouting outside?" Outside the fence where the slaves were held, several guards were eating breakfast: "Are the two of them fighting again?"

"Come on, come on, bet on who wins this time. The head of the guard clapped his hands and said, "I bet on women to win."

"Every time a woman wins, so can this?" the guards objected.

"Lao Tzu speaks fast, how about it? Unconvinced? Count you all betting on men to win. The head of the guard shook his head and walked out: "I need to go and see—you remember to buy wine."

"Damn, that's it again. The bullied guard turned back to his companion and said, "Drag a few women out to put out the fire." ”

The leader of the guards laughed and turned around the wall, but the laughter was cut short by a muffled sound. The guards looked back in amazement, only to see their own head flying back—his body spinning in the air, and a few small bits and pieces thrown around.

There was no time to dodge, and several of the guards had some splashed on their faces.

"What?" someone wiped his face: "This is blood?"

With a "snap", the leader's body fell to the ground, and one of his faces was completely rotten, as if it had been sunken by something and then scraped several times with an iron brush.

"Blood-ah" the guards screamed together, "the boss is dead"

In their cries of terror, a group of vicious tribal warriors had already rushed through the corner of the wall, crashing directly into their field of vision.

The man at the head was a burly man, dressed in a pair of golden armor, holding a reinforced mace in his hand, and his face was painted with battle tattoos peculiar to the Wahu tribe, and those who followed him were all dressed in the special costumes of the Wahu tribe - as they marched forward and raised their arms, the quaint totems on their red skin seemed to come to life

Before the warning could be finished, the shouter was smashed away by Vahu, and the miserable situation caused the people behind to scream together, but they couldn't even draw their knives - half a year's peace is not a good thing, enough to raise a group of soft eggs.

"Killing" the people of the Wahu tribe will not be polite, they already know how their people were killed, the altar in the middle of the village is still stretched with human skin, everyone has knives and guns, and in an instant, several guards are cut into meat sauce

"Brothers of the tribe, I am Wahu, I am your chief" Vahu took off his helmet, knocked off the chain lock on the fence with his mace, and stood at the door with his mighty body: "We have killed the men of the Wahu tribe, stand up for me"

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