Marsora ran behind Irwin. Irwin's round shield was also painted, and it did not even reflect the dim light from the surrounding buildings. However, their weapons and armors inevitably made clanking sounds. Just as they ran along the quiet street for 300 meters to the east, a patrol team carrying lanterns appeared in front of them.
"What are you doing?! Stop! "
A shout came from the front. Marsora's muscles immediately tensed up. He clenched his fists and was about to charge forward, but Irwin had already accelerated. At the same time, he took off his shield and scimitar and charged forward without any hesitation!
"What are you doing?!"
"Dodge!"
Bang bang bang!
A series of collisions sounded. When Marsora rushed to the front, four of the five people were directly knocked over. The last one was stabbed in the stomach by Irwin's scimitar and then kicked away.
The soldier on the ground screaming in pain looked at the approaching Marsora with a face full of fear. The latter clenched his fists and clenched his teeth. However, he did not hesitate at all. He bent down and stretched out his fist, piercing through the soldier's neck!
"Ha … ha …"
The patrolling soldier whose windpipe had been cut struggled with all his might, but Marsora's second attack immediately killed him. Blood splattered on his chest and dyed the front of his shirt red. Marsora clenched his fists tightly. He only pulled out his fists after making sure that the soldier's pupils dilated and his limbs drooped.
The Special Forces were not ordinary soldiers in the training camp. They were all troops whose strength had reached Advanced Level 5 and above. At the same time, they were also troops that had conducted exercises against four to five groups of bandits and bandits. Even without these actual combat training, more than 90% of the troops were veterans and strong people who had experienced countless battles. It was precisely because of their extraordinary physical strength that they could perform the most stable in the harsh airborne training and actual combat.
Marsora was the most junior among them, so he had a strong heart and did not want to fall behind in any aspect.
"Follow!"
Irwin did not even look back. He took the opportunity to flick the blood on his scimitar to the ground, sheathed it, and then continued to run forward.
Marthora gritted her teeth and followed. After they passed through the long street, Irwin suddenly pulled out his sword and locked his eyes on a figure standing on the side of the street.
It was an honest-looking bartender, but he was holding a metal wolf head emblem in his hand. When Irwin saw it, he immediately said, "Dark clouds!"
"Lightning flashes and thunder rolls!"
After a simple greeting, Marsora knew that the man was a CIA informant in this city. The latter cut to the chase and said, "Viscount Cartland is not in the Earl's Mansion today. He went to another noble's mansion to attend a banquet in the afternoon. It's three streets away!"
"How do I get there?"
"Go straight ahead. I've already asked someone to draw the road sign under the street lamp. You'll be able to find it by following the road sign."
"Roger that."
Elson saluted, and the latter responded with a military salute. The group turned around and continued to move forward, while the agent, who looked like a bartender, turned around and went back to the tavern not far away. Everything was flawless.
Marsora had only learned about the execution of this battle plan from the platoon leader, but he did not expect Efta to have infiltrated the core area of the enemy's rear to such an extent. With the instructions of the CIA agent, the entire team quickly ran toward the target location. Although they did not encounter any more patrols along the way, Marsora could still hear the sound of his own heartbeat …
After all, this was the hinterland of the enemy's strength. Other than this group of people in front of him, the other two hundred people had already rushed to the city walls and other key areas. But according to the information, the total strength of this city was more than two thousand people …
More than two hundred people facing more than two thousand armed enemies in a city with a population of thirty thousand was a feeling of being surrounded by enemies. It was a great pressure for anyone.
Marsora remembered what Commander Sodelor had said when he joined the "Special Forces" — "Special Forces are born to be surrounded by the enemy!"
We are not ordinary infantry, we are Special Forces …
Marsora continued to strengthen his belief and kept up with Irwin's pace.
Under the torches on the side of the street, a right arrow drawn with white lime appeared. Irwin moved forward, came to a corner, and made a tactical gesture. The sound of armor clashing almost instantly stopped, and all the soldiers immediately got into a standard defensive formation, drew their weapons, and waited for orders.
Irwin stuck his head out of the wall and looked into the distance. There were two rows of carriages parked on the street 50 meters away, and the stench of horse dung could be smelled from far away. And the most eye-catching building in the middle was obviously the place where the nobles were having a banquet …
Things were more complicated than expected. Because the plan was to directly attack the mansion, they would probably only have to face Viscount Catlan's guards. But there were more than ten carriages at the banquet, and according to the usual practice, every noble present would have at least four guards. Therefore, other than the nobles, the number of enemies with combat power at the scene exceeded the special forces who were carrying out the "decapitation" mission.
"Marsora!"
Irwin suddenly called out, and Marsora, who was standing at the side, immediately responded, "Here!"
"Investigate the enemy situation."
"Yes!"
Marsora pursed his lips. He put away his blade, turned around, and directly ran to the stone building with the closed door. His body was like a gecko as he climbed to the roof of the third floor, and then he quietly observed from a high vantage point for two minutes.
After that, he quickly returned and reported the result to Irwin in a low voice. Irwin thought for a few seconds and ordered, "Rush into the hall in ten seconds. Squad One, cover Squad Two to break the door and help take care of the guards that are rushing up. Squad Three, guard the door and take the high vantage point. Depending on the situation, help the others. Squad Four, follow me. Capture Viscount Catlan as soon as we enter the door! "
After saying that, he looked into the distance and said, "Attack in one minute."
This minute was for the squad leader to inform all the members of the mission. In order to ensure that everyone knew what they were supposed to do, this was something that had to be done before every battle. Marsora belonged to the fourth squad, which had the strongest combat power. There were six barbarian soldiers, three human veterans, and Teflin in the squad. Everyone silently looked at each other, and then at Irwin in unison.
Irwin took off his shield, took out his curved sword, and ordered, "Begin!"
Squad One and Squad Two immediately rushed out, and Squad Three and Squad Four followed behind. Marsora looked at the silently sprinting troops in front of him, and felt the adrenaline in his body skyrocketing. The coachman in the distance shouted loudly, and the frightened horses neighed uneasily. However, the sound of the crossbows quickly drowned out everything. Screams came from the front, and Marsora knew that Squad One had begun to attack.
Passing through the carriages that reeked of horse dung, the squad rushed into the mansion without any hindrance. With a loud bang, the door was smashed open, and the orange light inside the house illuminated the dark road.
"Charge! Charge! Charge! "
Squad One and Squad Two quickly rushed in. They were armed with short-range weapons, so that they could fight better in the narrow space. The four crossbowmen of Squad Three had already shot at a few soldiers who were rushing in from both sides. Amidst the cries of pain and the clashing of blades, Marsora and Irwin rushed into the hall.
However, just as he took three steps in, he suddenly heard the barbarian "charge" forward, and at the same time, he shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Obeying orders had become Marsora's instinct. He immediately jumped to the side, but when his body was in the air, a loud bang and a shockwave threw him to the side.
"Boom!"
Hundreds of candles in the room were blown to the ground, and Marsora uncontrollably crashed into a stone pillar. He endured the pain coming from his ribs, and when he looked up, he saw a figure standing in the middle of the room with a magic staff in his hand.
Behind this magician was the terrified Viscount Catlan. He was a distant nephew of Count Milnor, but after Count Milnor died, the inheritance of this territory fell to him under the instruction of Charles II.
The young Catlan was originally a baron who was on the verge of bankruptcy, but because of his "obedience", he was promoted to viscount and inherited the rich Bergen territory. However, his courage obviously did not grow with his status. He used to be drunk and flirting with girls at banquets all day long. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a disaster today?
However, the senior-rank magician that Charles II had sent to him stood up at this time.
The special force that rushed into the room first was like a tiger in a flock of sheep. Seeing that Viscount Catlan was about to be captured alive, the magician pointed his magic staff forward and cast the "Enhanced Fireball Spell" stored in it. If Irwin had not rushed up in time to block it with his body, the soldiers who had just entered the door would probably have been burned to ashes!
Charles II's policy of valuing magicians had worked, but a senior-rank magician obviously could not stop the footsteps of these special force soldiers.
Marsora's ears were buzzing. In the dim light, he saw the well-dressed nobles lying on the ground. The fallen candles had ignited the dresses of seven or eight noble ladies, and most of their hair was burnt. On the other side, the Eiferta soldiers who had climbed up from the ground and re-entered the battle.
They had already locked onto the magician and immediately began to attack.
The crossbow bolts hit the magician's shield, but they were deflected with a crackling sound. This magician was not weak either. Every time he raised his magic staff, he would instantly cast "Icicle" and "Flame Strike" to hit his comrades who could not dodge in time.
Marsora gritted his teeth and stood up. He immediately ran with all his might to the other side. He used both his hands and feet, and at the same time used his tail to hook onto the copper candlestick on the pillar to quickly approach the magician. The magician knew that he could not resist so many enemies, so he was dragging Viscount Catlan back, trying to leave from the back door on the other side of the room.
Marsora saw the opportunity and suddenly jumped. His body crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, and when he landed, he had already caught up with the magician. He saw that the magician suddenly pointed his magic staff at him, so he immediately put his hands in front of his body, as if to block it …
The magician who was retreating showed a cold smile. This skinny guy in front of him was not even worth mentioning compared to the barbarian soldiers. A simple "Flame Strike" was probably enough to blow him half to death. But when he quickly gathered his magic and was about to release it, the target in front of him suddenly inflated like a balloon …
Marsora, who had the ability to "transform", roared angrily. "Flame Strike" blasted on his body that was more than three meters tall, but it only burned a small part of his arm. The explosion did not even make him take a step back.
The reason why Marsora's leather armor was only connected by rope was to accommodate his huge body after transformation.
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