With a rapid whistle blowing, hundreds of elite Imperial officers and soldiers attacked in four directions, and simultaneously launched an attack on the fire station building,

Light infantry carrying ladders attacked the eastern and southern walls under the cover of fire,

Snipers armed with rifled precision rifles exchanged fire with the mob on the roof of the hotel opposite the north wall.

Prince William led a small squad of elite Guards grenadiers and a group of dismounted knights to storm the first-floor gate of the Western Wall.

By this time, the princess had already rushed into the building, and the unlucky Soran firefighters who had been used as human shields were tied to the stone pillars in front of her, and the cunning and cruel Voodoo militants scattered and hid on both sides of the stairs to shoot at her.

The bullets hit the silver cuirass and helmet made of composite materials, and sparks flew everywhere, leaving deep dents.

(O steel, please protect the body of a warrior and help me punish the evil.) ）

The princess in uniform was confident in the protective ability of the armor she was wearing, and she moved forward confidently and firmly.

"Zheng!" He pulled out his saber with a bang, cut through several thick hemp ropes on the stone pillars, and saved several firefighters in a row.

The chief of the fire department was also among them: "Thank you, friend Valsta, you are so brave!" Be careful, it's full of deadly lunatics! ”

"Where's the kids?"

"The bandit leader went upstairs with the hostages, and the specific situation is not clear."

"Got it, please crouch down and hide behind the pillar until the battle is over."

A bullet grazed the outside of Edgar's thigh, and hot blood poured into his boots.

The pain in her heart did not dampen her fighting spirit, but rather made her murderous and furious, and she threw her saber violently, nailing one of the martyrs to a wooden handrail, and then pulling out the tomahawk behind her back.

"Valstayan! Go to hell! ”

Voodoo cultists dressed in the robes of the dark acolytes rushed forward with bayonets, and a graceful arc cut through them, cutting all the men with guns in two, and the blades of the axes that had been repeatedly sharpened were so sharp that they could not help cutting tendons and bones.

The angry princess swept across the stairs like a tyrannical storm of steel, and rivers of blood flowed everywhere she passed.

Half a minute later, Prince William led the men to clear out the remaining recalcitrant protesters in the hall on the first floor, and the grenadiers were amazed at the terrible situation on the stairs, the death of the martyrs as if they had been poured into a meat grinder, the degree of tragedy was unbelievable.

A captain said to himself: (Is this really done alone?) I'm so glad she's on our side. ）

The second floor is also a hellish situation, and no one has survived wherever the princess has passed.

She vented the rage in her heart, none of the corpses were intact, and the soles of the soldiers' military boots were stained with slimy intestinal mucus and brains, and they were sticky when they stepped on the ground.

William led the people to rush to the third floor, and happened to bump into the light infantry who climbed the ladder head-on.

"Sir! Our snipers have already taken out the fire points on the balcony! ”

"Excellent! Let the sappers come up and tell them to bring large tongs and break the locks on these doors. ”

The sapper came running with his tools: "We are already here, my lord!" ”

This floor is the fireman's dormitory, the hostages were locked in the room with their hands tied behind their backs, and the sappers violently opened the lock with large pliers, and all the hostages inside were saved, and the operation was half successful.

The remaining two floors were quickly captured under the fire support of snipers and the slashing of the princess in uniform.

Coming to the roof of the fire station, the panting William Einfurt finally saw the familiar back,

The silver cuirass was covered with craters and blood, the helmet was missing, the long combed silver hair was also scattered, the sleeves of the military uniform were rolled up high, the muscles of the arms were bulging, and the muscles of the arms were bulging.

There was only one stubborn thug left,

The martyr stood on the edge of the roof, the twelve-pointed star tattoo on his head clearly visible, half of his foot dangling in the air, his left hand tightly around a boy of seven or eight years old, and his right hand holding a pistol.

The boy was already frightened, his little face was pale, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips.

The Guards officer shouted:

"Voodoo! Throw away the weapon, let the kid go, and stop putting up pointless resistance! ”

The martyr sneered: "Hmph, damn Valsta, Lao Tzu will not surrender to you heretic!" ”

(The kid must be saved...... What can I do? ）

William's brain was running at high speed, and he immediately made up his mind, he patted Edgar's shoulder, pointed down with his hand, and gestured with both hands to catch it,

The latter immediately understood and nodded in agreement,

William looked at the bloody gunshot wound on her leg, his heart tightened, and he turned his head and led a group of people downstairs.

"Valsta, don't come here, I'll blow up this kid's little head!"

The princess in costume didn't say anything, and walked forward slowly, with half of her intestines hanging on the big axe in her hand, which invisibly added huge pressure to the other party.

Even a fanatical martyr, fearful in the face of such coercion, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger,

"Phew!" The lead projectile hit the cuirass and bounced off, and at the same time, someone downstairs whistled, as if to send a signal.

The tall, slender figure of the princess in uniform approached like a ghost, and the axe sliced through the air, making a terrifying wind whistle.

"You...... Don't come here......"

The martyr was so frightened that he fell from the edge of the roof with the boy in his arms, closing his eyes and waiting for death, looking forward to the afterlife depicted by Voodoo.

Suddenly, he felt something soft in his back, which turned out to have fallen on the padded stretcher, and two long fire ladders poked out of the window to support the stretcher.

"Give it to me...... In! Big guys work hard! William Einfurt shouted, and with all their arms together, they pulled the martyr and the boy into the window.

"Kick you dog*!" William kicked the cultist away and took the boy in his arms.

"Baby, you're safe, I'll find you a new home."

The boy's eyes were straight and he hadn't recovered from his fear.

"Kill this bastard!" Several sappers surrounded him and punched and kicked the martyr, causing him to have a bruised nose and swollen face and several teeth to be lost.

By this moment, the princess had come down from the roof, her lilac eyes flashing with anger, and she grabbed the martyr by the collar with one hand, and lifted him off the ground with ease;

"The man who killed Janet...... Isn't it you? ”

The martyr was amazed at the strength of a woman, and his eyes were full of fear, this person had been brainwashed by the voodoo teachings, and planned to be martyred, but somehow, at this moment, he had the will to live, and became greedy for life and afraid of death:

Janet ...... Who's that? I don't know ......."

"A girl who was beheaded and thrown down in a package." As he spoke, Edgar locked his other hand around the other's throat and gradually tightened it; "Come on, I'm impatient."

"Ahem...... Loosen your hands a little...... I can't breathe ......"

"Answer me, or you'll be worse off than dead."

"I didn't do it, we have a clear division of labor, I'm only responsible for scouting on the rooftop, it should be done by the dark acolyte nicknamed 'The Butcher', who likes to cut off people's heads."

"Where is he? What does it look like? ”

"He is a carpenter from Devon, with blue eyes, black hair, a sparse beard, a strong man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, about the same as you, if you have been to the fourth floor, you should have seen him."

"Along the way, I've slaughtered a lot of cultists, let me think about it...... There was a man who blocked the door with his body to stop me from advancing, and the madman who stabbed himself in the stomach with a sacrificial knife in his hand was a stubble, and he was screaming and cursing until he died. ”

"That's right, it's him, the 'Butcher' is our commander in this operation, and he has been personally received by the Dark Sect Master."

"Shespal ...... I'll slaughter that old brute with my own hands. Edgar slowly let go of the hand that was holding his throat, and the hand that tugged at the collar of his neck let go, and the martyr fell to the ground and coughed violently.

"Spare him a dog's life and hand him over to agents of the Imperial Intelligence Department for interrogation."

Edgar Midnell lifted the axe, which was leaning against the wall, a slimy blue eye dangling back and forth on the serrated teeth on the back of the blade, and some skull fragments of Bai Sensen sticking to it.

"The 'butcher' has paid the price, little Janet, and I have avenged you."

A grenadier ran over and saluted William: "General, we searched the whole building, there are no more cultists, rescued one hundred and fifty hostages, half of them are children from the orphanage, how do you plan to place them?" ”

"Take the children to the cooking camp, let Aunt Penny make the red braised broth and chocolate burritos, clean up a building as a resettlement site, and send twenty people to supervise it day and night, I don't want them to be hurt in any way."