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With a smug laugh, Wilder MK2 put on the optical camouflage cloak again, turned around and left the rooftop.
Soon, Wilder MK2 and M762 reunited in the room where they had just separated.
"I've dealt with the sniper upstairs. Now it's time to rob the leader of this stronghold. Are you ready?"
Wilder MK2 asked, what just happened was just the appetizer for the combat mission, and from now on, M762 would need to fight a bloody battle for himself with real guns and swords.
"It's 3:27 now. There are still three minutes before Nagant and the others can take action. Wait a moment. I'll start a small fire."
Seeing that Wilder MK2 had completed the task of hunting down the sniper, M762 immediately pulled the bedding from under a corpse, then pressed one end of the bedding under a wooden table and placed the other end next to the door. He then picked up the wine bottle on the ground and poured some wine on the front half of the bedding.
"Wow, we are planning to secretly kidnap the local leader. Your arson is too high-profile."
Wilder MK2 stared in amazement at M762 who was making fire prevention preparations, and complained speechlessly.
"We have to kill all the enemies we encounter after we walk out of this door. From the perspective of the final solution, this is a covert operation so there is no problem."
"The fire here will buy us some time, and the chaos inside will also make Nagan Revolver and the others' mission easier to a certain extent. Okay, take me to the room where the leader is. I will kill everyone I meet on the way."
M762 walked out of the house, then lit a match and threw it into the house.
The alcohol-stained bedding suddenly burst into flames, and the flames illuminated M762's cute face. The coldness on her face made Wilder MK2 feel a little emotional.
"Hey, how did you, a slave, get out!!!"
As soon as they walked out of the house, a man in pajamas with a cigarette in his mouth came out from the corner. When he saw the two of them, he immediately looked at them with a scolding look in his eyes.
In fact, in order to satisfy their physiological needs, they would capture some women as slaves from time to time, so the man was not very wary of M762.
M762 suddenly rushed to the man like a nimble cheetah, pushed the ground, and thrust his right hand forward. The bayonet knuckles pierced the man's throat, making him unable to make any sound.
Looking at the blood constantly flowing out of his mouth and the severe pain in his throat, the man struggled a few times with his body trembling unwillingly.
Until his death, he never understood how a slave who was usually timid could have such an incredibly fast speed. The pain in his body wanted the man to shout for help, but the bayonet knuckles that had sealed his vocal cords did not give him the chance to do so.
M762 dragged the corpse back to the door of the house with his small figure, threw the corpse directly into the room which was already on fire, and then closed the door.
Then the two of them followed the simple map drawn by Wilder MK2 to the lounge where the leader was.
When the two men just rushed to the third floor, a loud explosion sounded from the first floor.
"Eh?? Are you using bombs now?"
The sudden explosion startled Wilder MK2, who was afraid that the unreliable saboteur had made a mistake in the detonation time of the bomb.
"Don't worry, that was the explosion of the glass bottle I left in the corner of the room. The explosion will attract everyone on the first floor. Soon they will find the fire and start working to put it out."
"We just need to take advantage of this time to quickly suppress and transfer the enemy leader. This is a simple tactic."
M762 explained calmly while quickly approaching the leader's lounge on the map.
"Wow, you still play like this? You guys are so dirty when it comes to tactics."
Wilder MK2 commented with some emotion.
"As long as I can help the Commander and 416 win, I will use any means, no matter how despicable they are."
M762 replied without wavering.
Chapter 123: The Foolish Destroyer
At this time, the first floor of the stronghold was indeed in chaos as M762 had expected.
A group of men were awakened from their sleep by the explosion and rushed out of the room with guns in their hands without even having time to put on their clothes. When they saw that their companion's dormitory was on fire, they hurriedly returned to their own rooms, dug out basins and other containers to fetch water to put out the fire.
No one noticed that the four snipers on the roof and the four people in the room had lost their lives silently.
At this time, Nagant Revolver and his two companions also arrived at the outer area of the stronghold.
"Then, executioner, please clear the way."
As soon as Nagant Revolver finished speaking, the executioner drew his sword and rushed out quickly.
Seeing a figure suddenly jumping out of the darkness, the man in charge of guarding was about to raise his gun and shoot without saying a word.
But as soon as he raised the rifle with both hands, a head full of fear flew into the air.
"It's so boring to chop up a bunch of trash, that's why humans are so fragile creatures."
These were the words the head that flew into the air heard at the end of its life. It had no idea what had attacked it.
Just like the executioner's name, in the next five minutes, death came to all the guards guarding outside the stronghold. No one could dodge the executioner's slashing blows with afterimages... They couldn't even fire a gun to warn their companions.
"It's done. Let's go. When we were clearing the area at the front door, I saw a room on the first floor was on fire. The people inside seemed to be putting out the fire."
The executioner began to report.
"It looks like the Wilder MK2 and M762 that set out earlier created the chaos for us. Let's take advantage of the chaos to sneak in, quickly place the explosives and retreat."
Nagant Revolver gave the order quickly, and the three of them took advantage of the chaos in the stronghold and quickly came to the place where the explosives were placed.
"Wow! We didn't run into anyone. Is this special operations? I thought we had to kill them all before we could plant the explosives!"
The saboteur excitedly took out the explosives he was going to use from his backpack and began to set them up.
In the past, most of the operations she had carried out were to patrol or encircle Griffin's humanoids with a large number of Iron-Blooded low-level expendable units assigned to her. She had never carried out this kind of novel special operation, and she never knew that fighting could be such a fun thing.
"If you kill all the targets, is there any need to place explosives?"
Nagant Revolver complained speechlessly.
"Oh, that's true. Why don't we just kill them all?"
"With my firepower suppression and the executioner's speed, no one can defeat us."
The destroyer asked doubtfully.
"Precisely because no one can defeat them, humans choose to flee when faced with this desperate reality."
"Although we can kill any one of them, it is not realistic for only three of us to deal with hundreds of people. Once they all try to escape, there will always be some who slip through the net."
"And the commander wanted to kill them all, so he gave us this mission mode."
Nagant Revolver explained patiently that she found the Destroyer to be a little silly and cute.
"Wow, is that the reason? Using the least effort to get the greatest result, is the commander really a very capable person?"
The destroyer asked in surprise.
"Of course... He can fight with that serious aircraft carrier lady. If we go up there, that aircraft carrier lady can flatten us with one claw."
"I'm not talking about the problem of fighting ability, but the problem of intelligence!"
After placing the explosives, the saboteur stood up and clapped his hands.
"Keep quiet first and move to the next resettlement point before chatting."
Unfortunately, as soon as the three of them went out, they saw a man holding a bucket appear from the corner.
"Woman??? Come quickly and help put out the fire."
The man shouted hurriedly, and the executioner rushed forward, and the sharp blade instantly pierced the man's throat.
"Open the window."
The executioner spoke indifferently, and Nagant's revolver quickly opened the window of the corridor.
Just as the vandal was wondering what the two men were planning to do by opening the window, the executioner had already thrown the man's body out of the window.
"Follow."
After shouting at the stunned saboteur, Nagant Revolver and the Executioner ran towards the next explosives placement point again.
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming."
The Destroyer quickly trotted to catch up with Nagant Revolver and the Executioner.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the second explosives placement site.
"Then let's continue with the previous topic. You asked me whether the commander is smart or not..."
"Well, from my years of work experience, the commander is undoubtedly a very cautious person. Maybe when it comes to some things that should be done, his pace may be slower, but it is more stable."
"Although sometimes this will lead to missed opportunities, since he has invested so many resources in us to strengthen our individual combat capabilities, we can still make up for the missed opportunities with our combat capabilities that far exceed those of humans in this world."
"The most important thing is that he can listen to and adopt the suggestions of his subordinates. This is a very good character."
"The person in charge of the command always feels that he has done nothing wrong and is unwilling to admit his mistakes. In the end, he issues a wrong combat order, which often results in huge losses... both in terms of combat power and financial resources."
Nagant's revolver paused, and the phantoms of her dead comrades appeared in front of her eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"On the battlefield, the saddest thing is that your superior issues the wrong combat order. You know it is wrong, but you still have to execute it. You have to watch yourself and your teammates die step by step... There is nothing worse than this."
Nagant Revolver sighed and said with some sadness.
"Then why don't you run away? If you know it's wrong, won't you be able to survive if you run away?"
The destroyer asked in confusion.
"It's useless. If you run away, you will be wanted as a traitor by your own side. The same goes for deserters. Without ammunition and rations, you will be dealt with by the cleanup team sooner or later."
"No one will care whether the order is correct because of your death, and no one will listen to your explanation."
"If you survive, it proves that the order was not wrong... even if it was only because of your efforts that you managed to survive the narrow escape."
"Ah... this is so unreasonable."
The saboteur was shocked by Nagant's revolver's words.
"War is an unreasonable thing from the beginning. It is based on breaking rules and irrational plunder. What else do you expect?"
Nagant Revolver smiled bitterly at the words of the Destroyer.
Chapter 124: Prisoners have no right to make demands
"Well, it seems to be true."
The destroyer was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"War is ruthless and unreasonable, so victory must be achieved by any means necessary. The victor gains the right to dominate the loser. Some people do not use despicable means, but they are just noble in character."
"So I respect the current commander very much. It is rare to be able to give the right orders and win without using too despicable means. So please listen to me in the future."
"As long as we carry out his orders honestly, our end will not be too tragic."