Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

At this moment, the Guard Commander Haman of the Royal Imperial Guards was observing the manor in the darkness with binoculars.

The manor in the darkness had a collapsed fence, with weeds growing in the center of the yard, and was filled with a sense of decay everywhere.

According to intelligence, the group of terrorists was stationed here.

The Greenfield Commonwealth had classified the large-scale skirmish at Triangle Beach as a terrorist attack.

All military forces have been invested in this counter-terrorism war.

And the Royal Imperial Guards led by Haman were the strongest Special Forces in the Greenfield Commonwealth.

Haman looked for a while with the binoculars and then issued a command through the communicator.

"Glory Squadron first squad, attack from the left, second squad attack from the right."

"Third squad surrounds from behind to prevent the enemy from escaping, fourth squad supports in the middle, now move into attack positions."

In the darkness, the Royal Imperial Guards began to move very cautiously.

Deputy Guard Commander Gelden, feeling a bit uneasy, quietly discussed with Haman.

"General, shouldn't we wait for the support troops to ensure maximum security before attacking the farm?"

Haman snorted, with a tone of reprimand.

"Mr. Gelden, speed is crucial in military operations; it's the best time to attack now, before these terrorists have a chance to stabilize."

"If we wait until they have built fortifications and set up strongholds, our warriors will suffer more casualties in the assault."

"Speaking like this shows irresponsibility towards my brave Imperial Guards."

Gelden opened his mouth: "But, intelligence says this group of enemies is strong, having had encounters with the Town-Nation Twelve Knights."

"The fact that they managed to escape from the Town-Nation Twelve Knights proves their remarkable strength. I'm worried..."

Haman sneered, "What's the Town-Nation Twelve Knights but a group of militia?"

"If I had returned from training at the Munich Special Forces base six months ago, their issues wouldn't exist. You and I are Town-Nation Knights now too."

Gelden was startled and covered his mouth nervously.

"Such words cannot be spoken lightly; the Town-Nation Twelve Knights' prestige in the military and their standing with Her Majesty the Empress is beyond your imagination. It's best to say less."

Haman arrogantly smiled, "Now is the time to prove strength; just because the Town-Nation Twelve Knights can't deal with this ruffian band doesn't mean we can't."

"Once our Royal Imperial Guards capture these terrorists, Her Majesty will see that facts speak louder than rhetoric."

He checked his watch and began a countdown through the communicator.

"Glory Squadron, prepare to attack, listen to my countdown, five, four, three, two, one, attack!"

In the darkness, the four squads of Glory, already in attack positions, remained silent, with no response or sound.

Haman was stunned.

Glory Squadron, forty men, fully armed with top-notch equipment.

Their combat effectiveness is formidable, disciplined like iron, always the vanguard of the Royal Imperial Guards.

How such a powerful Special Forces could suddenly become silent?

Eight hundred meters away in the farm, a strong Demi-God Squad member was calmly wiping blood off his curved blade onto a corpse.

Behind him, a squad of ten was encircling him protectively.

Every face showing the coldness akin to a Jackal.

In their hands were Triangular Military Spikes and daggers, blades dripping with fresh blood.

The ground was strewn with corpses of the Royal Imperial Guards, nearly all with fatal strikes.

Their bodies showed no extra wounds; either the heart was pierced once or the throat was slit with one cut.

At nine o'clock direction, approximately five hundred meters away, another squad of Imperial Guards was attacked.

The squad had no chance to even raise an alarm before they were dead on the spot.

The two Demi-God Squad members waved at each other from a distance, each leading their squad to move the bodies away, disappearing back into the darkness.

In the center of the manor, within a tin shack, the Demi-God Squad's leader Yoda coldly observed the scene in the yard and smiled chillingly.

He issued a command through the communicator: "Clean the bodies, conceal yourselves, prepare to snipe the next target."

"We need to hold here for two hours; the company's rescue helicopter will arrive."

He coldly smiled as he said, "This time we captured a Dragonkin Descendant; the Council of Elders will be pleased."

"We will have a chance to receive the blessing from the Ancestral Witch at the Ancestral Altar, so let's work hard."

The communicator emitted bursts of cheers, followed by silence once again.

Outside the manor, Haman tightly clenched his fists, drenched in cold sweat.

The four squads of Glory vanished without a sound, not even an alarm raised, suggesting the situation was dire.

However, no matter how Haman was pressed, he refused to believe that elite Glory Special Forces could be completely wiped out in less than two minutes.

Gelden's face was filled with shock.

"Guard Commander, should I take men to check?"

Haman shook his head, stopping Gelden

"The situation in the manor is off; I'll lead the Glory Squadron to check, you must prepare to attack with the other two squadrons at any time."

Gelden knew that Haman was a Special Forces King freshly trained from Munich, stronger in Special Combat than himself, so he nodded.

Haman issued orders through the communicator, preparing to lead the Glory Squadron in another assault on the manor.

At this moment, the distant sound of helicopter blades thumping was heard.

Haman was taken aback, observed with infrared binoculars, a sunlight emblem was painted on the helicopter's side, marking it as from Greenworth military.

Haman gasped: "The Town-Nation Twelve Knights have arrived; they are fast."

Gelden was instantly delighted: "That's great, should we follow the twelve knights to attack together?"

Haman snorted: "Our brothers are still inside, life or death unknown."

"Besides, the so-called Twelve Knights are only twelve people; what change can they bring?"

He waved: "Carry out the orders, I will lead the team in first, quickly eliminate the enemy."

"I will not allow a group of militia to ridicule our Royal Imperial Guards."

Helpless with Haman's arrogance, Gelden had no choice but to follow orders.

Haman led the Glory Squadron, strictly following the three-three formation, sneaking into the manor.

Gelden looked at the dark manor, resembling a prehistoric monster, and shivered suddenly.

A minute later, Yang Fei led the Changfeng School Team ahead of the manor, Gelden stepped forward quickly, saluting Yang Fei and the others.

To Gelden, the Town-Nation Twelve Knights were first-class nobility.

They were all Viscounts, and the leader Yang Fei had even been titled an Earl.

Yang Fei, not seeing Haman, was shocked and felt an ominous unease.

"Where is Guard Commander Haman?"