People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 598: Capture the thief first and capture the king first

The aftermath of the explosion and battle caused the ground to shake.

Horn led the Storm Commandos to stick close to the wall of the corridor, steadying their bodies while avoiding being crushed by the sudden collapse of heavy objects.

She turned her head and looked behind her. In addition to Oboe and other members of the Storm Commando, there were also many people wearing city defense army uniforms.

These people included those she had found in Londinium, those who were hiding but still had fighting spirit, and those who had just been rescued from this prison.

"Everyone stay alert. Those who are still able to fight, take the weapons assigned to you. Those who are injured, stay in the center of the team and don't try to be brave."

Horn warned: "Now our friends from Rhodes Island and the Self-Defense Army are helping us to attract firepower, so we must speed up our actions."

"Horn, are we going to evacuate here now?"

A city defense soldier who had just been rescued asked.

Horn shook his head: "There is still one person to save."

"We all listen to you." The city defense soldiers said firmly.

"Be prepared." Horn gave them a heads-up as he moved forward. "The identity of the person we are going to rescue next is a little sensitive."

Just when the city defense soldiers were confused, Triangle reported:

"The target location has been detected. Mandela's companion is in the second cell on the left ahead."

"action!"

Horn took the lead and rushed into the corner, running into a Sarkaz soldier head-on.

Without any hesitation, she stepped forward and knocked him down with a punch, put the crossbow in her hand against the Sarkaz soldier's throat, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The crossbow arrow pierced the flesh, causing a spray of blood.

The Sarkaz soldier didn't even have a chance to resist. After struggling for a few times, he gradually lost his strength.

The oboe took the opportunity to jump over the horn and forcefully break open the cell door.

In the cell, a man in ordinary clothes but tied up looked surprised.

He heard the sounds of fighting outside and realized that someone was breaking into the prison, but he never expected that someone would come to rescue him.

"You are... soldiers from Londinium?"

After seeing everyone's clothes, the spy was even more surprised.

The oboe cut the ropes that bound the spy with a dagger and explained:

"We were asked by Mandela to come and rescue you."

"But...when did Deep Pool cooperate with the Londinium military?"

The spy was very alert and resisted the oboe's outstretched hand: "If you just want to get some information from me, then I advise you not to waste your time. I was arrested without knowing anything and my identity was exposed."

"You don't trust us, and you don't trust Mandela?" Oboe spoke quickly, "It was Mandela who asked us to rescue you. It was just her personal wish. It has nothing to do with the position of Deep Pool and Londinium."

"That's...ok."

The spy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, whether out of a desire for freedom or trust in Mandela, he chose to follow the oboe.

When he came to the corridor and saw everyone in enemy uniforms, his doubts grew even stronger.

In fact, the city defense soldiers were not much better than the spies. After hearing the conversation between the oboe and the spy, they finally realized the meaning of the horn's previous words.

Horn did not give them a chance to think about it and said decisively: "I will explain it to you after we get out. Try to find a way to break out first."

"Roger that!"

The city defense soldiers suppressed their emotions and determination reappeared in their eyes.

"Unfortunately, you can't go any further."

A calm male voice suddenly reached the ears of everyone present.

Horn and others treated themselves as if they were facing a formidable enemy and simultaneously adopted combat stances.

Under everyone's vigilant gaze, Hedley led a team of Sarkaz mercenaries to the end of the corridor.

"To be honest, I still have a lot of things to do."

Hedley's eyes were cold, and he showed no reservations about his killing intent: "It would be great if you didn't cause trouble in this prison I'm in charge of."

"Unfortunately, there aren't that many ifs on this earth."

The horn retorted, and immediately gave the order: "Fire!"

Crossbow arrows flew, covering the narrow corridor.

Hedley drew out the military sword from his waist and chopped down all the crossbow arrows with a wave of his hand.

This scene made Hornet's eyes fixed, and he realized that the newcomer was quite powerful.

"Stop them and kill them."

Hedley pointed his sword forward and gave orders to the mercenaries behind him.

"Use grenades!"

Horn also didn't intend to hold back.

The troops behind her quickly reloaded their ammunition and launched an attack.

The troops from both sides opened fire in the narrow corridor, causing dust and smoke to rise and walls and houses to collapse.

Horn found the right opportunity, protected himself with a shield and slammed hard into the already broken wall, forcing a gap to the open space outside the prison.

"Don't fight any longer, I'll cover your retreat!"

The Horn reached a favorable position, turned around and began to provide covering fire with his own artillery.

The storm commandos and city defense soldiers took the opportunity to escape quickly and retreat along the designated route.

Horn thought that her attack was enough to delay Hedley and the others, but just as she was about to stop firing, she saw a shocking scene.

The dust and smoke raised by the exploding shells seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, constantly changing and converging to form a barrier.

With the help of the barrier, Hedley and the mercenary team behind him walked out of the bombing area unscathed.

"It seems my embers have some restraint on you."

As Hedley spoke, he manipulated his Originium skills to condense the dust into a solid sphere, which whistled towards the horn.

Horn rolled sideways to avoid the attack and fired two more shells.

As expected, Hedley easily eliminated Horn's counterattack and used the dust to attack again.

Realizing that he was no match for the enemy, Horn decisively put away his artillery, turned around and fled desperately.

Hedley led the mercenaries in pursuit, constantly using long-range attacks to interfere with the horn, making it increasingly embarrassed.

Horn, who was fleeing in the front, felt a little anxious. His eyes flickered twice, and he gritted his teeth, turned around, and fled in the opposite direction of the predetermined retreat route.

Hedley looked around at the troops divided into two groups, hesitated slightly, and waved his hand:

"Go after that commander. Capture the leader first."

"Makes sense."

A cold female voice that almost froze Hedley's blood sounded in his ears.

The voice was very close to him, so close that he could even feel the moist breath created by the other person's voice.

But the strange thing was that even though the other party was so close to him, he didn't notice it at all beforehand.

"H... Hedley, behind you..."

The mercenaries' trembling warnings came.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" Hedley's muscles were tense, not daring to move.

Ascalon walked gracefully from behind Hedley and came in front of him.

The cold dagger was like eternal ice, pressed against Hedley's neck, freezing his heart so much that it almost stopped beating.

"Catch the leader first, that's what you said."

Askalon seemed to be joking, but his tone was so cold that it made people dare not even think of joking: "So I will take your head now, you shouldn't mind, right?"

Hedley forced himself to remain calm:

“You want to kill me, and I am powerless to resist, but the direction in which the Luper warrior you want to save is escaping is not safe.

Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"

Askalon narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's not a waste of time to get rid of you."

"Maybe, but I haven't made no progress since the last time we met at the Tower of Babel." Hedley insisted on not losing the battle even if he lost the fight, and acted very tough.