Four Hundred and Ninety-Nine Soldiers Approaching the City

"Three! Two! One!" After the paratrooper in charge of the blast counted down loudly, he shrank aside and pressed the detonator hard, detonating the C4 explosive on the city gate.

The huge explosion lifted the city gate, and even the city wall above the city gate burst open.

The shaking of the ground made all the soldiers on the city wall fall to the ground. Before they realized what happened, the Alan Hill paratroopers who had approached the castle in concealment had already held their weapons. Under the cover of the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, he rushed into the castle.

"What the hell... what's going on?" In a cloud of dust, a Kashyyk Imperial City Guard soldier struggled to get up from the ground, squinting his eyes and asked his fellow comrades who were also in distress.

His comrade-in-arms stood up from the ground leaning on the long sword, feeling that his ears were still buzzing, and he couldn't hear the questions others asked him clearly.

So he stretched out his hand, pointed to his ear, and then waved his hand again, indicating that he couldn't hear at all.

The other party also realized this, because when asking the question, the city guard soldier also found that he could not hear his own voice at all.

"I said! What happened!" So, he raised his voice and repeated his question loudly.

But before the other party answered, his body was pierced by a bullet flying from a distance.

Blood splashed onto the face of the comrade in arms opposite, and suddenly woke up the comrade who was still in a daze. The desire to survive made the bloodied farmer turn around and try to run, but was immediately pierced through the chest by a second bullet.

He staggered and fell, feeling his strength begin to drain. He saw the exquisite tactical leather boots stepped on his face, as well as the camouflage trouser legs, and the special knee protector.

He couldn't see anything further up, even though he really wanted to see his opponent, but he really didn't even have the strength to lift his head up.

In the end, he could only turn his eyes, glanced at his familiar companion, saw the unrepentant face of the other party, and saw more tactical boots passing by here... Then tiredness swept through his body, and the boundless darkness swallowed his soul .

Before the city guards on the city wall figured out what kind of attack they were under, they were defeated by the Alan Hill paratroopers who rushed to the top of the city from behind them.

Most people didn't even have time to surrender, and they were killed by the bullets flying in the chaos. The rest quickly raised their hands, indicating that they had surrendered, and begged the Alan Hill soldiers wearing goggles not to continue attacking.

"Put down your weapon! Raise your hands!" A young paratrooper with an M4 assault rifle yelled loudly at the enemy in front of him. Dozens of hands were neatly raised above his head, and the sound of weapons falling one after another.

In just a few minutes, the walls of the castle were completely occupied by Alan Hill's paratroopers.

The paratroopers who had already trained countless times in street fighting began to divide into small groups, sort out every narrow street, and advance towards the center of the castle from several directions.

The stubborn enemies still exist, but they have completely lost their effective organization. The resistance became messy, and the end of fighting alone was completely unable to cause trouble for the paratroopers of Alan Hill.

With one shot after another, the stubborn enemies fell down one after another. The City Lord's Mansion in the center of the castle is right in front of you, and the soldiers of the Kashyyk Empire who guarded here finally ended the chaos and made some decent resistance.

After all, there are still a few magicians guarding it.

These magicians cooperated with some city guard soldiers holding long swords to form a more or less decent line of defense in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion.

"What's going on? What's going on? Where did the explosion come from? Where did the gunshot come from?" The lord of the Kashyyyk Empire had seen the world before. He knew what was going on with the gunshots, so he naturally knew that he was responsible. In this castle, the city guards are not equipped with guns.

"My lord! My lord! It's bad! The big thing is bad! The people of Alan Hill have come in!" A soldier rushed in, crying loudly while crying.

"Where's your commander? Isn't he on the city wall? How come there is no news, and the city wall has been breached?" The lord's face turned pale, and he grabbed the opponent's collar and asked.

"Boom!" Before his question was answered, a series of grenade explosions came from the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. It was followed by the roar of machine guns, and the dense sound made people tremble with fear.

"Don't...tell them not to fight! I...I...surrender, surrender!" The lord was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he quickly let go of the waiter's collar and shouted loudly.

On the other side of the door, the magic defense barrier in front of the last magician was shattered by countless bullets, and then he was smashed into a sieve by subsequent bullets, and fell on the corpse of his companion.

The soldiers of the surrounding city guards had already knelt on the ground and raised their hands to surrender, and only these surrendered soldiers were wearing decent armor. It's just that these armors are covered with dust, and they have long since lost their bright appearance in the past.

Alan Hill's paratroopers passed the kneeling enemies with their weapons in hand, and then continued to rush forward into the building.

The soldiers inside held their long swords and tried to resist, but before they could make any movement of swinging their swords, they were shot and killed by the soldiers of Alan Hill.

In the corridors, on the stairs, the bodies of those who resisted or those who were too late to surrender could be seen everywhere, until the paratroopers of Alan Hill attacked the second floor, and the cries of surrender really reverberated.

"Don't shoot! We surrender...we surrender!" The city guards who were beaten and hid in Tibet, as well as some family members and women, all shouted.

Amidst these shouts, the flag of the Kashyyyk Empire fluttered down from the tallest flagpole of the castle, and the paratroopers of Alan Hill raised a black eagle flag to the top of the flagpole.

In the afternoon of that day, Kashyyk's 30 large and small castles in the Airan Hill airborne area were all captured by the Airan Hill paratroopers, without exception.

The Kashyk troops trying to counterattack from the outside were also blocked by the paratroopers outside the line of defense.

At ten o'clock at night, the Airan Hill paratroopers even took the initiative to attack, doubling the airborne area in one go. At the same time, they also built two large field airfields in the occupied area, just waiting for the quick-drying cement to be used Strength, you can take off and land the plane.

And until the next day, the decision-makers of the Kashyyyk Empire did not know that their hinterland had become the back garden of Alan Hill. They had not received definite news that the enemy had already approached the city...

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