industrial lord

Chapter 751 Capture
The Winged Hussars' sentries did not wear heavy cavalry armor, but only simple chainmail and thick warm clothing.

They mechanically moved their frozen bodies, trying to dispel the bone-chilling cold.

Under the torment of the bitter cold and monotonous repetition, their pitiful vigilance, like their body temperature, was quietly slipping away.

"Target confirmed, two visible sentries, fixed area of ​​activity under the tree." Bobo's voice came through the walkie-talkie to each team member. "Tire, release Black Fang, hidden sentry in the tree hole."

“Tire understands,” the fat animal trainer, codenamed “Tire,” replied in a low voice.

He deftly and gently untied the leash of his companion, and "Black Tooth," a military dog ​​with a robust build, smooth muscle lines, and pure black fur on its back, silently lay down on the ground and slowly moved forward.

Its thick fur had been carefully coated with snow powder beforehand, and now it blended perfectly into this silver-clad environment.

Black Fang's amber eyes gleamed with an inhuman calm in the darkness. Without needing any further instructions, he moved like a silent shadow blending into the snow, using the absolute advantage of being downwind to nimbly move between the trees, silently gliding towards the huge tree hole at the base of another oak tree, big enough for a person to hide in.

Its sole mission is to locate and silently approach the deadly sentry lurking deep within the tree hollow.

"Brake, steering wheel," Bobo continued without pausing, "Your trees, deal with the birds up there."

"Understood!" Two lithe figures responded in a low voice through the earpiece as they left their hiding place.

Like nimble apes in the snow, they used ropes and crampons to find the most stable footholds on the tree trunks, skillfully avoiding the possible line of sight of the sentries below, and silently but extremely quickly climbed up two tall cedars not far from the ancient oak.

Their target was two other sentries hiding in the dense foliage of the tree canopy.

"Bearing, wind measurement." Bobo's command was extremely brief, yet it contained crucial information.

From a high vantage point in the distance, the tall, slender sniper codenamed "Bearing" seemed to blend seamlessly with the rocks and snow beneath him, remaining completely still.

What lay before him was not a sniper rifle, but a specially modified, cold-lined crossbow, its specially made triangular arrowheads gleaming with a chilling, eerie light in the extreme cold.

He took off his gloves, exposing his fingers, and felt the subtle changes in strength and direction of the north wind as it passed through the gaps in the trees, his mind rapidly calculating the wind deflection caused by the wind speed.

"Wind, northwest, level 3... Correction two marks... Target locked on the right sentry post."

His calm voice rang out on the channel as he announced the windage parameters and target selection.

Time flowed by in a suffocating silence, with only the howling of the wind and snow as the constant background noise. Through the earpieces came the team members' suppressed confirmation signals:

"Black Fang in position. Breathing sounds deep inside the tree hollow. One person confirmed, undetected." It was a whisper from Tire, almost touching his lips.

"Brake, target confirmed, dozing off, relaxed." The sound of the brakes was so faint that it was almost completely drowned out by the wind.

"Steering Wheel, the target is alert, rubbing his hands to warm them, and is highly vigilant." The steering wheel's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible seriousness.

Bobo took a deep breath of the icy, bone-chilling air. The coldness went straight to his lungs, but it was like a powerful wake-up call, making his mind exceptionally clear and cold.

He slowly pulled out a specially made noose and a cloth soaked in a potent, fast-acting anesthetic from his waist. He lowered his center of gravity further, his muscles like tightly wound springs, and he looked like a snow leopard poised to pounce on its prey in the shadows of the snow.

"Attention everyone, 3, 2, 1, move out!" His voice was like an ice blade piercing the deathly silence.

"call out!"

A faint, almost imperceptible sound of something breaking through the air, completely swallowed by the howling wind, suddenly rang out.

Almost at the same instant the sound was uttered, the scout pacing on the right side under the ancient oak tree suddenly froze, as if struck by an invisible hammer, and a jet-black crossbow fletching appeared in his throat.

He didn't even have time to groan before he collapsed backward like a sack whose bones had been instantly removed, his life rapidly slipping away in the bitter cold.

Just as the deadly crossbow bolt left the bowstring, Bobo's figure leaped out of his hiding place with astonishing explosive power, like a demon bursting forth from the shadows of hell.

The sentry on the left felt a cold wind sweep past his side, and a huge, irresistible force suddenly slammed into him from behind. The icy noose tightened around his neck like a venomous snake, suffocating him instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a thick cloth soaked in a powerful anesthetic—enough to incapacitate a brown bear—was tightly and securely placed over his mouth and nose, emitting a pungent odor.

The sentry only managed to let out a short, muffled groan. His body struggled violently a few times in the instinct for survival, before he quickly lost all his strength under the powerful effects of the drug and collapsed completely.

At the same moment, the "brakes" and "steering wheel" clinging to the tree also moved.

The target, dozing off from the cold and exhaustion, reacted much slower than expected. The brakes struck him from behind like lightning, instantly choking him. Within seconds, the sentry was unconscious.

The target behind the steering wheel is a bit trickier because of the clear-headedness.

The moment he heard a slight unusual noise coming from the brakes, the sentry became alert and instinctively raised his gun to aim.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the steering wheel lunged forward, grabbed his feet, and pulled him down from the tree, while lightning flashed from both hands.

"Oh!"

The two landed on the ground.

The steering wheel was ready, and I adjusted my posture upon landing; there were no problems.

The sentry slammed heavily to the ground, but he was highly skilled. He was only momentarily dazed when a magical shield appeared around him, and at the same time, he broke free from the steering wheel.

He didn't drop the gun from his hand; he turned to fire, but was kicked away.

"Fuck!"

The steering wheel, crackling with lightning, slammed into his chest; a small amount of electricity pierced the magic shield, delivering a sharp blow to his heart.

At the tree hollow, under the silent command of the tires, "Black Fang" shot into the bottomless tree hollow like a black lightning bolt, with a deep growl.

A terrified sob immediately came from inside the cave, muffled by something tightly covering it. This was followed by several brief but intense tearing sounds and muffled thuds of a body hitting the cave wall, and then everything fell silent.

The tire quickly followed and confirmed that the sentry in the tree hole had been pinned down by the military dog ​​"Black Fang" with its strong forelimbs and sharp teeth, completely losing its ability to resist.

The entire process, from the moment Bobo uttered the word "action" to the moment the last target completely stopped resisting, lasted precisely less than thirty seconds.

The north wind continued to howl relentlessly, whipping up new snowflakes that covered everything as if nothing had ever happened in this forest clearing.

Only a faint, almost imperceptible whiff of blood remained in the air, which was quickly swept away by the biting wind and vanished without a trace.

"Black Fang, be on alert!"

"Brakes, steering wheel, immediately clean up the traces at the scene, bring the bird back! Quickly!"

"Tire, clean the tree hole, take the contents of the hole with you, and be careful not to leave any bloodstains!"

"Bearing, continue monitoring the camp, with a focus on reporting whether the evacuation route is safe!"

Bobo speaks very fast, but his logic is exceptionally clear, and he issues commands in rapid succession.

He quickly checked Mingshao, whom he had strangled and anesthetized, and confirmed that he was in a deep coma but not in immediate danger. He then swiftly bound Mingshao's hands and feet with restraints, gagged him with a special gag, and finally put an opaque black hood over his head.

The others also processed the scene as quickly as possible, binding the bodies or prisoners of the other three sentries in the same way and putting them into specially made black body bags or prisoner bags. The items on their bodies could provide very important clues.

"The evacuation route is safe, there are no unusual movements in the camp, and we have not been alerted."

The calm, unwavering voice of the bearing came through the earpiece, injecting a much-needed boost of confidence into this tense operation.

"withdraw!"

Bobo gave a low shout, and without hesitation, he shouldered the prisoner he was responsible for and disappeared into the pitch-black forest as if he had melted into ink.

The others followed closely behind, carrying heavy "spoils," their steps heavy yet exceptionally swift.

Black Fang faithfully carried out its rearguard mission, its ears twitching rapidly, alertly picking up any unusual sounds hidden beneath the whistling wind and snow.

The group, like demons swallowed by the blizzard itself, quickly and completely disappeared into the depths of the vast forest.

The wind and snow continued to howl, like an eternal lament, not only concealing all traces of the fighting and killing, but also perfectly covering up the precise, deadly, and efficient capture operation that took place right under the noses of the sentries in the Piaster Kingdom's military camp.

The forest returned to its deathly silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

(End of this chapter)