Our family is in decline

Late at night, outside the outpost.

The Guards, who had already rested early, were summoned, and Lance assigned them tasks.

Blow up the other targets, then rush to target number three, meet all invading enemies, and hold here to wait for support.

"You are the key to this battle. Whether it is blowing up the passage or guarding target No. 3, it is a very difficult task. You must be careful."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

These guards are all veterans, so they naturally understand the danger of this mission.

There are likely to be cultists guarding those targets. Before reinforcements arrive, they will be the only ones on target No. 3. If they want to hold on to the target with enemies in front and behind, they will have to fight tooth and nail.

But the meaning of their existence is this kind of dangerous mission, and this was clear from the moment they entered the Guards.

No one said anything, they were already ready to give their lives for Hamlet.

loyalty!

"Check the clock and try to arrive at the target location before four in the morning. The blasting will start at five in the morning, and then the smoke will be lit."

These teams also all have pocket watches. Their configuration is the highest among the army and the most special.

Lance took out his pocket watch and compared it with them. The accuracy of the current pocket watch was average, and it was more of a rough idea.

After confirming the reunification time, Lance finalized the action with a wave of his hand.

"Codename [Whack-A-Mole], the operation begins!"

One by one, the teams escaped into the wilderness in the dark. They had trained here before and were quite familiar with the wilderness environment. It was really difficult to join an ordinary team and they didn't dare to go in at night.

But even so, Lance had just reserved an extra hour to give them a buffer. After all, there were not only cultists inside.

But Lance believed in their abilities. After all, these were selected for their strong abilities and then strengthened through blessings. They were all special forces kings.

Lance turned to another place, which was a road that had been cleared.

"There will be a supply convoy on this road. If I were a cultist, I would definitely attack them, so Wangcai, you can follow them and fish them out."

Lance didn't arrange a guard for the supply convoy, not because he didn't have enough manpower, but because it was also a trap, and it was up to them whether they would fall for it or not.

The wolf shadow appeared under the moon. After Wangcai became independent, he no longer relied on Lance to feed his spirituality. He shuttled between reality and the void to draw strength. His body became more solid, as if he was really going to break through reality.

The flesh and blood power of the cultists is of no use to it. They directly attack the soul and devour your spirituality.

Lance raised his hand and touched a few, and couldn't help but complain.

"Wangcai, if your wife gives birth soon, it will be much easier for me to have some wolf dogs with keen sense of smell to help."

Wangcai's wisdom is now becoming more and more anthropomorphic. Hearing Lance's words, he couldn't help but be speechless...

The Guards Team consists of five people as a unit. In addition to basic abilities, team members usually have outstanding talents.

Some are good at using shields, some are good at using guns... Anyway, the front row, output, and long-range similar professional features in the game are matched with each other, and they work well with each other.

In fact, Qi Jiguang's mandarin duck formation has been played by these people for a long time.

Of course, outstanding personal strength is also very important. Some of them are too cruel to kill.

They didn't know what it was like at four in the morning in other places, but it was still a dark night in the wilderness at four in the morning.

At this time, a small team was in trouble. They had not yet arrived at the scheduled location.

The reason is very simple, they seem to be lost, and now they are not sure where they are going.

The terrain of the wilderness is very complex, with high mountains and dense forests, and there is no reference point at night. It is not surprising to go the wrong way.

"What should we do now?"

"It's too late to go back and find the road again. Although we didn't find the place, the direction is correct. According to our walking speed, the target is probably in this area."

The person who can serve as captain is not necessarily the most powerful, but he must be the calmest.

The captain made a simple analysis and took out the simple map marked with target points to show his teammates.

"If we want to determine the target location and complete the mission, all we have to do now is wait. We only need to wait until the morning when other places complete the mission and the smoke rises, and we can take the opportunity to locate it.

I am the one who made this decision. If the operation fails because of my decision, I will take responsibility to the lord. "

"I agree with this decision and bear the same responsibility."

"Seconded……"

The teammates still believe in the captain, because running around like a headless chicken can't solve the problem.

They were not the only ones who encountered problems. The situation in the wilderness was chaotic. Some people couldn't find the target as soon as they reached the intended location, and some found it but found that there were cultists nearby.

Due to the accumulation of various uncertain factors, the operation encountered a lot of troubles before it even started.

But if the Guards retreated so easily, they would no longer be the Guards created by Lance.

If there is no difficulty, do it; if there is difficulty, do it with all your might.

Don't talk so much, just do it!

You said you can't find the entrance to the passage?

"When the battle starts, those cultists will find our location. Let's lay an ambush first."

…

You said someone was guarding you?

"Watch the time and prepare to kill them all, leaving no one behind."

…

At 4:30 in the morning, the loud sound of the trumpet woke the entire outpost.

This is not a wake-up call that can make you dilly-dally, but a rally call. Hearing this means you must grab your equipment and rush there quickly.

Anyone who fails to meet the prescribed time will be punished and given additional training. No one wants to experience that.

Following the shouts of the captains of each group, the soldiers soon gathered in the open space in order and equipped.

Due to extensive training and frequent emergency gatherings, the whole process presents a rapid and neat rhythm, which is a unique beauty of order.

The senior officials and heroes had already gathered in advance, and Laura and Margaret who were following them were somewhat shocked when they saw this scene.

In the early morning, in the dim darkness without light, they were reacting so quickly. This level of organization in this era is probably only possible by those knights.

But the knight's training cycle is based on years, and based on what they learned, it was obvious that these people in front of them were ordinary people not long ago.

Moving quickly doesn't mean much, after all, some teams turn into Rufeng very quickly.

What really matters is the spirit of this army.

Under the illumination of the two rows of torches rising in the open space, it can be seen with the naked eye that the faces of these soldiers who have just woken up from sleep do not look too tired and sleepy, but have a strong will to fight, as if they are aware of what is about to happen.

The arrival of the war did not make everyone panic or uneasy. On the contrary, they were a little excited. It was their honor to fight for the lord.

The ones who were slightly inferior were the recruits who had not experienced war. Although they were equally excited, their nervousness could not be concealed, and they could clearly be distinguished from the relaxed veterans.

Lance stood on the stage and looked at those who were constantly gathering, his expression looking very serious.

Now Hamlet's army has reached more than a thousand after continuous expansion. Of course, this is reasonable. More than 200 are medical soldiers and logistical auxiliaries.

There are more than 800 real professional soldiers, 500 of whom are veterans, 200 who have seen blood but have only fired guns and have never fought hand-to-hand with the enemy, and 100 who have just come out of the training camp.

For this operation, Lance directly pulled them all over because he had plans to train troops.

"Report! The team has been assembled and everyone is here!"

"Report! Team 2..."

Listening to the shouts below, Lance came back to his senses and looked at the soldiers.

"Time is running out and I won't say any more nonsense. We have had enough of those cultists entrenched in the wilderness. I want to use this action to tell them that this is Hamlet's territory and there is no room for them to survive."

Most of the soldiers here have been rotated at outposts, and they are fed up with those guys coming over from time to time to increase their presence.

The frustration of not being able to catch them has been accumulated in my heart for a long time, and now it's time to settle the account.

"Operation Daybreak!" Lance spread his hands and shouted loudly, "Go!"

"For Hamlet!"

"Hamlet must win!"

"The lord will win!"

In the exciting atmosphere, those officers who had already known the battle arrangements distributed the tasks to the following, then received the equipment and set off one by one.

Lance came to the tallest tower of the outpost and watched the actions of the army below, his gaze extending until he was submerged in the darkness.

I don’t know what the situation is like with those personal guards...

As time passed by, the captain held the pocket watch in his hand. When the hands jumped and pointed to the estimated time, the captain just raised his hand to wake up the people who had their eyes closed and were concentrating.

They already understood without saying anything. They immediately checked their equipment, loaded their muskets, and then carefully approached the cultist camp.

Compared with the vigilance of Hamlet's army, these cultists are much more casual, and there are not even any sentries.

At the same time, in order to avoid attacks, they used small groups to harass the guerrillas, so the number usually did not exceed ten people. Here, there were only three lying on the ground, and there should be another one in the simple tent made of rotten wood and rags behind. .

The five members of the guard team used the cover of the forest to carefully touch it, but nothing happened to disturb the cultists. Until they were ten yards away, the captain made a few gestures and distributed the prey without making a sound. This was the difference in tactical literacy.

Several pairs of eyes looked at each other, and with the captain's nod, everyone rushed straight away.

The Guards, who had been waiting and silent all night, finally showed Hamlet's fierce fangs at this time.

The undisguised pace quickly alarmed the cultists, and now that they have been continuously strengthened, their strength cannot be underestimated.

The captain rushed forward with his shield raised, waving the kite-shaped shield in his hand and slapping the cultist on the head who wanted to stand up.

Shield Bash!

The cultist directly used his face to receive the shield. Even if he was wearing a helmet, he couldn't help but fall into dizziness. His face was instantly disfigured and blood flowed.

During this gap, the weapon in the captain's other hand was revealed, and an ax was aimed at the stretched neck and chopped down.

It had to be said that these cultists had been strengthened by their ancestors, and their bones were so hard that the ax didn't break them, and the blood spurted out, giving the cultists time to react.

Half of his head was dangling about to fall off, and he raised his hand and stabbed it with a claw.

Fortunately, the captain was also experienced in many battles, so his shield was not a decoration. He blocked it with his backhand, and then cut off the head with another blow of the axe.

At the same time, the captain heard two gunshots. He looked back and saw that the other two people were also going to kill him. Before the cultist could fully stand up, he directly put the gun to his face and pulled the trigger.

Get close and shoot!

His head was blown to pieces, and his body that had just reacted was paralyzed.

But this still didn't make people feel at ease, and they breathed a sigh of relief after cutting off the head with a last hit.

The last one who rushed up was wearing knight armor. He did not target the cultists on the ground. Instead, he rushed up and kicked down the tattered tent. He just saw the human shape outlined in the fallen rags and slashed it with his sword.

Because the situation inside the tent is uncertain, it is safer to let the person with the most complete armor in the team go up.

The long sword cut through the rag and was stained with blood, but due to the problem of distance control, it could not cut the enemy in half. Instead, it got entangled in the rag and missed the opportunity.

And the one who popped up turned out to be a cult witch. Regardless of the exaggerated wounds on her lower abdomen, she raised the short staff to perform evil spells...

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and the cult witch tilted her head and fell down. The last person in the team put away her spear and walked out of the darkness.

Everyone has unique skills~

"I'll dispose of the body. You two go over and help arrange the explosives. You set up the smoke smoke and you be careful." The captain didn't want to waste any time.

The sound of gunfire in the dark forest means that they have been exposed and must complete the mission as soon as possible.

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that the wound on the neck of the cultist who was hacked to death by the captain is festering.

Because they had applied [Corpse Spores] to the weapon during the preparation stage, they did not know the details. They only knew that it was a poison aimed at cultists.

The captain poured the potion on the corpses, and soon the flesh and blood on the corpses fester and melt.

The lord ordered that the body must be destroyed.

The two people on the other side also determined the situation at the entrance of the cave, placed the explosive bags they were carrying, stretched the fuses, and waited for the order.

The melting of the corpse did not shake the captain's will. He opened his pocket watch, took a look, and nodded in that direction.

"Brothers, evacuate and light a fire."

The teammates who received the order lit the fire and ran away. Within a few seconds, there was a muffled sound. The sound was not too loud, but the entire ground seemed to be shaking. When the smoke and dust dissipated, a large dent was seen directly in the center of the explosion. .

He didn't know the rest, but he understood that in this situation, it would be impossible to recover without dozens of people digging for three to five days.

"Light up the smoke!"

After confirming that the task was completed, the man on the other side gathered the tattered rags used by the cultists for camping in a pile, took out a bottle of something, and reluctantly poured a little on it and put away the rest.

Unexpectedly, the liquid-stained rags quickly ignited just by touching sparks.

Other teammates cut some fresh leaves from the surroundings and covered them, and soon thick white smoke rose.

Finally, the captain threw the cultist's skeleton in and nodded.

"The mission is completed. In the next stage, we will go to target No. 3 as soon as possible. We must strive to be the first to arrive."

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