Under the eager eyes of thousands of nobles outside the palace, the gate of the palace was opened as promised by the guards paid in advance by Marquis Langwald.
According to General Seus's plan, the private soldiers in the coalition army with low combat effectiveness and chaotic military discipline were divided into two parts. One part was responsible for blocking the palace gate and blocking the city guards who came after hearing the news from outside the palace.
With Marquis Langwald's order, Seius believed that no one would dare to break through the coalition composed of private soldiers from major families.
The other part was scattered in the palace, on the one hand to find the Duke of the West who might be hiding, and on the other hand to create chaos, making the palace guards convinced that the palace was in chaos and had to protect the regent. and the king's side.
Marquis Harmon will ensure that even if there are guards to support the Duke of the West, there will never be too many.
After confirming the position of the Duke of the West, he will personally lead the most elite armored mercenaries in the coalition to annihilate all the soldiers of the Hughes Immortal Army who are stubbornly resisting, and execute Edward Hughes on the spot without giving him any chance to fight for himself. Opportunity to plead.
After finally stating his plan to the noble officers in the coalition forces, thousands of private soldiers of the nobles who had been given the search mission ran towards the palace like mad dogs out of the cage, while the private soldiers responsible for guarding the gate sighed, Thinking about how to get some money from the accomplices who rushed into the palace.
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"Report Captain, this is the bell tower observation post, they are coming!"
Standing on the top of the tallest bell tower in the palace, the Immortal Army soldier in charge of sentry held a telescope in one hand and reported the situation of the incoming enemy to Captain Fritz via radio with the other hand.
"There are about a thousand enemy infantry, armed with cold weapons and partially armored. Dozens of people are scattered in groups in the garden. They should be looking for the Duke."
"Copy that, continue to stick to your position."
Putting down the radio in his hand, Captain Fritz's lips curved into a cruel arc. With the help of a subordinate, he was seen neatly putting on light armor and a steel helmet that could effectively resist stray bullets and arrows.
With a click, the assault rifle was loaded.
Beside him, there were several strong soldiers who were wearing their own armor with the help of others. It's not that they have no hands or feet, but that these armor parts, which are almost made from a single piece of alloy, are too heavy, and it is almost impossible for one person to complete the process of wearing them.
After wearing a set of "Sentinel" armor that weighs dozens of kilograms, even they cannot sustain it for too long under high-intensity battles.
As a steamroller among the elite, the weapons of the "Sentinel" are also different from the assault rifles equipped by ordinary soldiers of the Immortal Army.
A PKM general-purpose machine gun that has also been modernized and modified, four magazines containing two hundred rounds of 7.62 mm caliber bullets, and three high-explosive grenades inserted on the storage belt on the back waist.
This is the most basic weapon equipment for a sentry. If the physical condition permits, bringing one or two more magazines and grenades will not stop him.
When the Sentinels were first established, Duke Edward wanted to equip them with six-barreled or three-barreled rapid-fire rotating machine guns, but considering the load-bearing requirements and the requirement for sustained fire suppression, he changed them to ordinary single-barreled general-purpose machine guns.
These rebels who have poured into the palace will be the first actual targets of the sentries.
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A group of hundreds of noble private soldiers followed the road to where the Immortal Army's trucks were parked. Looking at the armor plates spray-painted with snow camouflage wrapped around the trucks, the noble officers leading the team couldn't help but marvel.
"It seems that our Lord Duke of the West is really extremely rich! He actually used such good materials to make a big iron lump! How can he make two to three hundred sets of full-body armor by melting this thing!"
Before his men could step forward one by one to touch this graceful armored truck, they could feel the exquisite modern craftsmanship. Along with the heavy footsteps, a slightly dull voice interrupted the noble officer's thoughts.
Gu "How can you, the great Duke of the West, be the one to judge arbitrarily!"
"Tu tu tu tu..."
The next second, the sentry team ambushing here raised the universal machine gun in their hands, and tongues of fire spurted out from the muzzle. The firing rate of more than 300 rounds per minute did not allow the private soldiers to think too much, so they could only look at the people around them. The companion was shot through the chest by a 7.62mm machine gun bullet and turned into a bloody corpse.
Some private soldiers who were completely frightened by this bizarre attack method and deafening gunshots tried to escape from the slaughterhouse in a hurry. However, they were shot on the spot by the soldiers of the Immortal Army beside the sentries with assault rifles after they had not taken a few steps. Killed.
A private soldier holding a short bow swooped down and hid behind the armored truck. He stuck his head out and looked at the several Hughes family soldiers who were massacring his companions. He quickly calculated his chances of survival in his mind.
He was once a hunter who hunted on the land of a noble in the royal capital. With his good bow skills, he was selected to enter White Rock City and became a private soldier beside that noble. He had faced countless ferocious beasts without fear. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was shaking, and the hand holding the arrow feathers sometimes loosened and sometimes tightened. This was a feeling he had never experienced when he was a hunter.
Listening to the continuous firing of machine guns and assault rifles, the hunter didn't know how many of his companions were left. He only knew that if he hesitated any longer, he would definitely die.
So he moved.
The hunter suddenly appeared from the front of the armored truck and completed the process from drawing a bow to shooting an arrow in an instant. An arrow that condensed what he had learned all his life cut through the air and hit the back of the sentry who was killing. superior.
"clang!"
After the sound of gold and iron, the huge impact of the arrow made the sentry unable to steady his body and staggered forward.
But there is only one step.
The excellent shock-absorbing fiber layer in the Sentinel's armor fully takes this situation into account. Therefore, this arrow, which has high hopes from hunters, leaves nothing on the armor except a white spot that is almost invisible to the naked eye. The sentinel at the end of the formation does no damage.
"It turns out there is a little mouse here!"
The sentry turned around and quickly found the hunter standing there stupidly. He raised his machine gun and fired a burst of fire.
As the golden bullet shells were thrown out one after another from the ejection window, with endless regret and fear, the hunter, whose body was punched with countless bloody holes, fell to the ground and died tragically on the spot.
"Change the magazine!"
Seeing that the yellow bullets in the magazine had reached the bottom, the sentry calmly took out a large magazine containing two hundred rounds of bullets from his waist. After skillfully loading the gun, he followed with heavy steps and used the assault weapon. The rifle comrades continued to annihilate these private soldiers who wanted to murder the Duke.
Within two minutes, looking at the magazine in his hand that had bottomed out again, the sentry took off his water bottle and poured some water on the machine gun barrel, hoping to cool down the barrel that had become hot due to continuous shooting.
The rest of the team, armed with assault rifles, checked one by one to see if there were any survivors among the corpses on the ground.
"Look carefully! To deal with these damn rebels, you don't need to capture them alive!"
A heavy kick dented the head and helmet of a private soldier whose fingers were still twitching slightly. The sentry heard sporadic final gunshots coming from the direction of the main hall, and the eyes behind the steel mask gradually turned cold.
He remembered that outside the palace, there were thousands of armored elites waiting for him to harvest...
