Masola ran along with Irving in front of him, and his opponent's shield was also painted with dye, and there was no reflection in the dim light reflected by the surrounding buildings. However, their weapons and armors inevitably made a "crash" collision sound. They just ran 300 meters east along the quiet street, and a patrol team wandering around lanterns appeared in front of them.

"What ?! Stop!"

A shout came from the front, and Masorla's muscles tightened immediately. He clenched his fists in both hands and was about to step forward, but he saw that Elvin in front of him had a stuffy head and accelerated. At the same time, he reached out and took off his shield and pulled out. Out of the machete, hit the past without crap!

"What are you doing !?"

"Hurry away"

"Bang, bang!"

A continuous impact sounded, and when Massola rushed forward, the five were knocked over four directly, and the last one was pierced by Elvin's machete on the spot and immediately kicked away by him.

The screaming soldier fell to the ground and looked at Masorah with horror. The latter held the fist blade in his hand, his teeth clenched, but he did not hesitate. He bent and stretched his fists on the spot. Each other's neck!

"嗬 ... 嗬 ..."

The patrolled soldier whose trachea was severed struggled, but was immediately poked by the second blow followed by Massora. The splattered blood stained his chest. Masola pulled the fist blade tightly, confirming that the other side's pupils were dilated and his limbs were hanging down before pulling out the fist blade.

Special companies are not soldiers in ordinary training camps. They are all troops with an advanced level of 5 or higher. At the same time, they are actually troops that have raided four or five batches of horse thieves and rogues. Even without these actual training, 90% of the team The above are veterans and strongmen who have experienced several wars. It is precisely because of their extraordinary physical fitness that they can have the most stable performance in rigorous airborne training and actual combat.

Masola was the youngest in this area, so he had a strong heart and was reluctant to be left behind.

"Follow!"

Irving didn't even look back, he threw the blood from the machete to the ground, and then drew the knife into the sheath, and then ran forward.

Masola gritted his teeth to follow, and after a group of people walked across the long street, Elvin suddenly drew a knife, his eyes locked on a figure standing on the side of the street.

It was a pub bartender who looked honest, but he held a metal wolf head insignia, and Ervin said directly after seeing it: "clouds!"

"Thunder and lightning!"

After a simple slogan, Masola knew that the other party was the "Central Intelligence Agency" in the city's eyeliner. The latter did not make nonsense, and said, "Viscount Cattle is not in the earl's house today. In the afternoon, I went to another noble's mansion to attend a banquet, just outside Sanjie!"

"How do you get there?"

"Go straight ahead, I've made people draw the road signs under the street lights, and you can find them after training."

"Roger that."

Elson gave a military salute, and the latter responded. The group turned around and continued to move forward, and the bartender's special agent turned back to the pub not far away. No flaws were visible.

Masola only knew the execution method of this battle plan from the platoon leader, but did not expect that the core area of ​​Everta behind the enemy had penetrated to such an extent. With the explanation from the CIA agents, the entire team quickly ran towards the target position. Although no patrol team was encountered along the way, Masorla could still hear the sound of his heartbeat ...

After all, this is the hinterland of the enemy's strength. In addition to the group of people in front of it, the other two hundred people have rushed to the city wall and various key areas, but according to information, the total strength of the city is more than two thousand people ...

More than 200 people faced more than 2,000 armed enemies in towns with a population of 30,000 enemies. This feeling of being all enemies is extremely stressful for anyone.

Masola remembered what Commander Soderor had said when he joined the "Special Company," "Special Company, was born to be surrounded by the enemy!"

We are not ordinary infantry, we are special companies ...

Masola kept firm on his conviction, keeping pace with Irving's progress.

A right-pointing arrow drawn with white lime appeared under the torch stuck in the street. Elvin moved forward, came to a corner, and made a tactical gesture. The sound of armor collision almost disappeared instantly. All the soldiers immediately set up a standard defensive formation and pulled out their weapons to stand on their knees.

Elvin put his head out of the wall and looked out into the distance. Two rows of carriages were parked on the street fifty meters away, and the stench of horse dung could be heard all the way. And the most prominent building is obviously the place where the nobles are having a banquet ...

Things are more complicated than expected. Because the plan is to attack the mansion directly, it is estimated that only the guards of Viscount Cattle faced. However, there are currently more than ten carriages at the banquet. According to the convention, each of the nobles present has guards of more than four people. Therefore, except for the nobles, the number of enemies with combat effectiveness on the scene exceeds this special platoon performing the "beheading" task.

"Masola!"

Ervin suddenly called, and Massola, who stood aside, responded immediately, "Here!"

"Investigate the enemy."

"Yes!"

Masola's lips were tight. He folded his fist blades, twisted and ran directly to the stone floor with the closed door next to him. He was like a gecko and climbed directly to the top of the third floor. Then he silently observed the commanding heights. Two minutes.

He returned shortly afterwards and whispered the result to Elvin. The latter thought for a few seconds, and ordered: "In ten seconds, they rushed into the lobby, one cover and two performed the door-breaking task, assisted in solving the rushing guards, three held the gate, and set the commanding heights of the battle, and assisted others depending on the situation. I'll go and walk in and grab Viscount Cattle! "

After that, he glanced away in a distant glance: "Attack in a minute."

This minute is for the squad leader to inform all team members of the tasks to be performed. In order to ensure that everyone knows what they should do, this must be done before each battle. Masola belonged to the four most powerful combat teams. There were six barbarian soldiers, three human veterans and his Teflin in the team. They looked at each other in silence, and then collectively looked at Irvine.

The latter took off his shield, pulled out his machete, and ordered: "Start!"

One team, two teams rushed out immediately, three teams and four teams followed. Masola looked at the silent sprinting troops in front of her, only feeling that the adrenaline inside the body was screaming at the driver who was soaring in the distance, and the frightened horse hissed, but the sound of the crossbow quickly drowned everything, miserable The cry came from the front, and Massola knew that it was a group of people who started to do it.

Passing through the carriage full of horse dung smell, the team rushed into the mansion without hindrance. A loud noise of "，" knocked the door open, and the orange light inside the room illuminated the dim road.

"Rush! Rush! Rush!"

The first and second teams of soldiers quickly entered, and they were holding short soldiers in their hands in order to better fight in a narrow area. The four crossbowmen of the three teams had already shot at several soldiers rushing on both sides with their crossbows, and with the sound of clashes and blades, Massora followed Elvin into the hall.

As a result, he just rushed in three steps, but suddenly he heard the barbarian rushing forward and yelled, "Hurry up!"

Obedience to command has become Masorah's instinct. He jumped out to the side immediately, but when the body was in the air, a loud noise wrapped in a shock wave carried him severely to the side.

"boom!"

The fire burst, hundreds of candles placed above the house were blown to the ground, and Masola hit the stone pillar next to him uncontrollably. He endured the pain from his ribs and raised his head only to find out In the center of the room stood a figure holding a staff.

Behind the magician was the horrified Viscount Carteran, a blood-related nephew of Count Milnor, but after the death of Count Milnor, the inheritance of the territory fell on the will of Charles II. On him.

The young Cattlean, who was originally just a baron near the edge of bankruptcy, was promoted to the Viscount for "obedience" and inherited the rich Bergen territory. But his courage obviously didn't increase with his status. He had been drunk all day long dreaming of dying at the banquet. Where did he want to encounter such a disaster today?

But the high-level magician sent to him by Charles II stood up at this moment.

The special forces who rushed into the house first were like tigers entering the flock. Seeing that Viscount Cattle was about to be captured, the magician pointed his wand directly forward and cast the "enhanced fireball" stored in it. If it wasn't for Irwin, he rushed up in time. With your body blocked, I am afraid that the soldiers who just entered the door cannot escape the ashes!

Charles II's policy of attaching great importance to magicians eventually played a role, but a high-level magician obviously could not stop the pace of these special soldiers.

Masola's ears were all buzzing. In the dim light, he saw those brightly dressed nobles lying on the ground crooked, and the falling candles lit the dresses of seven or eight noble ladies, and even took them with them. Most of the hair was burnt. In contrast, the soldiers got up from the ground and re-entered the battle.

They had targeted the mage and started the attack immediately.

The crossbow hit the mage's shield, but turned away in the sound of "cracking", and the mage is not vegetarian. Every time he raises his staff, the "ice cone", "flame" instantly "Shock" can hit his comrades who are too late to dodge.

Masola stood up, gritted his teeth, and immediately ran to the other side to run his hands and feet, and at the same time used his tail to catch the copper candlestick on the pillar to quickly approach the mage. The other party knew that it was difficult for them to resist so many enemies. He was dragging Viscount Cattlan back, trying to leave from the back door on the other side of the room ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Masora jumped on time, his body crossed over seven or eight meters The distance has already caught up with the opponent when he landed. He saw the mage suddenly point his staff at him. He immediately put his hands in front of him and made a block look ...

The mage retreating back showed a sneer, because the thin guy in front of him was really worthless compared with the barbarian soldier guy. A simple "flame shock" was estimated to be enough to blow the other side to death. But when his spells quickly gathered and were ready to be released, the target in front of them suddenly expanded like a balloon ...

Masola, who had the ability to "transform", roared, "Flame Shock" blasted over his body over three meters, but only burned a small part of his arm, and the impact of the explosion did not even let him back step.

The reason why Masorah's leather armor was connected only with a cord was to adapt to his huge figure after transformation.

He looked at the mage who wanted to continue casting spells, slap the opponent's staff directly with a slap, and the explosion caused by the elemental disorder blasted the opponent and Viscount Carter back several steps. Masola ignored the explosion, waved his arms sharply, and the fist blade that was stretched out now seemed like metal claws. On the spot, the "Frost Shield" condensed by the elements was broken into pieces!