The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 285 Oh my god, the Black Hawk elites are attacking!
Upon hearing the Tsar's summons, Beria, who was serving as the commander-in-chief of the special forces, rushed over.

Although he was the Tsar's top intelligence chief, in charge of managing the Tsar's secret police.

However, he showed no signs of being ruthless or vicious; on the contrary, he was refined and even wore small glasses.

Seeing Beria running towards him quickly, the Tsar angrily asked him:

"What's going on? Recently, food prices in Moscow have skyrocketed, and many citizens are almost on the verge of rioting because of it. Why has flour become so expensive?"

"It's unbelievable! A worker works hard for a month and his wages can only buy enough bread for his family to eat for one day. Are they trying to force them to revolt?"

Hearing the Tsar's roar, Beria knew the situation was dire. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and quickly explained:

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, it was my oversight!"

"It's all those damned grain merchants' fault. They're trying to profit from the national crisis by colluding to drive up prices. I'll send someone to teach them a lesson right away!"

However, Beria felt a little aggrieved when he said this, because he had already spoken to the Tsar about the issue of pressuring the grain merchants.

However, at that time, grain prices in Moscow had not yet risen accordingly. The grain merchants were mainly targeting people who bought grain in large quantities, or rather, targeting the Vorontsov family.

As of now, the Vorontsov family has been the largest buyer of grain from Moscow.

Judging from their attitude, they practically wanted to buy up all the grain in Moscow!
Therefore, in order to suppress the Vorontsov family and also to make other deals with them, the Tsar ignored Beria's advice.

However, once the grain merchants raised the selling price to the Vorontsov family, they naturally couldn't just raise prices on one party alone.

Before long, the price of grain in the market increased many times over, and grain suddenly became an extremely expensive commodity.

Clearly, the Tsar would never admit to having any problems, much less admit to any mistakes.

Therefore, even if Beria felt wronged, he could only take the blame upon himself, since a large part of his role was to take the blame for the Tsar.

"That's right, Beria, this is your dereliction of duty!"

“I don’t want to see this happen in Moscow again, so I hope you can talk to those grain merchants and help me control grain prices.”

"Tell them that if they still refuse to lower food prices, I will send in the military police to shut down their grain shops. Then they can't blame me for being ruthless..."

At this point, the Tsar's expression became slightly gloomy.

These grain merchants also have impressive backgrounds; most of them are backed by powerful domestic nobles, especially traditional, conservative nobles.

These nobles owned a lot of land, and their income mainly came from farming and selling grain. So naturally, they formed a monopoly on grain.

That's why the Tsar didn't order the grain merchants to be seized and their property confiscated; instead, he had Beria give them a warning in private.

Because a considerable number of these nobles were very powerful men, almost like local warlords.

If they are pushed too hard at this time, the Tsar is worried that they might simply run away and join the Black Hawk Empire, which is not impossible.

Unbeknownst to the Tsar and Beria, while they were busy figuring out how to drive down grain prices, Andrei had already dispatched a team of assassins composed of players to cause trouble for the grain merchants.

Andrei wasn't the Tsar, and he wasn't interested in how powerful these people were behind the scenes. All he wanted now was to vent his anger.

To put it bluntly, what good is it if these guys are really that powerful?

Are they trying to drive people to their deaths by selling grain at such high prices?
Since they're being so ungrateful, then don't blame Andrei for resorting to extreme measures. If they're unwilling to lower grain prices, then Andrei will keep killing them.

Although killing often fails to solve the problem at its root, it can always eliminate the person who created the problem.

On a train bound for Moscow, 30 players huddled together in a crowded carriage, looking annoyed at the chaotic crowd around them and unable to help but complain.

"Damn, how come this bus is crammed with so many people?"

"I will never complain about the Spring Festival travel rush again. This is even more crowded than the Spring Festival travel rush. It's almost as crowded as an Indian train!"

These players are now crammed together in a narrow carriage, along with a large group of other people besides the 30.

There was no such thing as a seat ticket, because this carriage was originally used for hauling goods and didn't even have a single seat.

Everyone was crammed into the carriage like sardines in a can, and if they moved even slightly, they might accidentally step on someone's foot.

As for the toilet, there is a small hole that has been sawed open in the corner of the carriage, which is where they go to the toilet.

There was no other way; this train was originally a converted freight train, and in order to transport all the civilians away as quickly as possible, Andrei couldn't care less about anything else.

So in the end, these trains looked like they were used to transfer people from concentration camps, and there was absolutely no comfort to be had in the way of riding them!

At this moment, all the players changed into the civilian skins that Andre had set up in advance, and randomly transformed into various appearances.

I don't know how the system did it. Andrei originally thought that after these players chose the civilian skin, they would get all kinds of civilian clothes and outfits.

But in fact, he discovered that these players were clearly completely different people, randomly generating various appearances of men, women, and old people.

Unfortunately, these players seem unable to generate images of minors, and Andrei can't figure out why.
Otherwise, if they could really be turned into a bunch of kids, then guerrilla warfare would be a godsend.

To figure out the specific functions of this civilian skin, Andre even had players test it out, and roughly summarized the following patterns.

First of all, this civilian skin completely changes them into a different person. After choosing this skin, they become a person and have nothing to do with their original mission.

Secondly, the people they conjured up all seemed to be unregistered, without any household registration, identity documents, or even any social connections.

This made Andrei realize that players using these civilian skins seemed only capable of carrying out short-term infiltration missions.

It's unrealistic to expect them to stay in one place for an extended period of time or even operate a business there.

Third, he discovered that when players choose the civilian skin, the character they transform into seems to be different each time, which makes it impossible for players to stay in one civilian identity for an extended period of time.

Honestly, if it weren't for these problems, Andrei would have liked to gather a group of players, have them all change into civilian skins, and then station them in Moscow or other cities for an extended period of time.

Even if they don't have identification, Andrei has a way to issue them one.

Anyway, these days, the Cambrian Empire's household registration system is a complete mess, and there's no way it could have any databases or anything like that.

As feudal lords with numerous fiefdoms, Andrei's family could easily issue a bunch of household registrations for them. After all, who could go to Andrei's territory to verify and investigate whether they were residents who had lived there for a long time?

It was a pity, which made Andrei sigh.

Otherwise, it would be great if we could station such a group of civilians in Moscow for a long time, or even give them the opportunity to start some businesses in Moscow.

If Andrei were to launch a coup in Moscow, he would be met with overwhelming support.

But the current situation isn't bad either; when they disguise themselves with their civilian skin, they really look no different from ordinary people.

As long as they blend into the crowd, they are basically the most inconspicuous people.

Of course, apart from one lucky player who was dressed in a suit and tie and looked a bit out of place in the carriage, the rest of the players seemed to fit in quite well.

"Oh, damn it! That damned thief!"

The player, dressed in a suit and tie, couldn't help but complain.

Because his outfit made him look too high-society and too much like a capitalist, he had been pickpocketed more than once while he was crammed into the crowded carriage.

Of course, it was impossible for the pickpockets to steal money from the player; the pickpockets who gathered around were all terrified by the player.

This player was huddled in a corner, looking out of place among the others, and dressed like someone who was quite wealthy. That's why he was targeted by pickpockets.

But when the pickpocket reached out, he didn't touch a wallet or a pocket watch or any other valuables. Instead, he touched a cold submachine gun!
Faced with a cold MP18 submachine gun, the pickpocket who approached was immediately terrified and ran away in a panic.

The player didn't say anything, just stared at him with sharp eyes, and then the guy slunk away.

As he retreated, he couldn't help but turn back to look behind him, only to find that the submachine gun in the man's hand had vanished when he turned around, as if everything before had been a hallucination!
However, he was certain that the feeling of that dark gun barrel pressed against his body was definitely not an illusion!
That guy clearly had a submachine gun on him, but somehow he hid it.

Realizing this, the pickpocket's expression became even more terrified.

This ability to conceal a gun so magically was unprecedented, but he was certain that the person in front of him was someone he could not afford to provoke.

With such skills, and even carrying a submachine gun on the train, this guy might be some kind of assassin!

After getting off the bus, the players took advantage of the chaotic crowd and scattered in all directions.

Even though the police officers stationed at the train station noticed these guys wandering around, they were simply no match for the players running around like that.

Not long after, under Colonel Yurten's command, the players chose an inconspicuous spot and reunited.

"Alright, everyone, we've finally arrived in Moscow, the capital of the Cambrian Empire!"

"After we finish our mission, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy the scenery, but let's forget about it for now. I suggest we finish this quickly."

Colonel Yurten clapped his hands, signaling the players to focus their attention on him, then opened the mission interface and began to review the detailed mission descriptions, saying:
"I have some good news on my end. If nothing unexpected happens, these grain merchants will most likely come to the Earl's mansion to hold a banquet here."

"I'm not entirely sure why they're holding a banquet here. Maybe it's to readjust grain prices, or maybe it's to discuss how to further monopolize the market. Anyway, this is the information the game interface provides us with."

"Now that all these guys are gathered together, things become very simple. We just need to launch a full-scale attack here. We don't need to consider any other tactics."

The players nodded in agreement. Their way of thinking was completely different from that of spies; in fact, their way of thinking was more similar to that of the military.

If it were spies, such as special forces, who wanted to assassinate these grain merchants, they would never choose to launch a direct assault.

If given the opportunity to act, they would most likely send spies to infiltrate the banquet and then poison the designated target, a common assassination tactic used by the Special Forces.

Of course, they don't always use this method; they more often simply go to people's homes with arrest warrants to make arrests.

For the players, they are all veterans who have fought their way through various shooting games, so their main style of action is to act recklessly.

They don't need to consider how much turmoil their actions will cause in Moscow, nor do they need to consider what complex consequences might result from making too much noise.

They don't even need to retreat, because even if they die, they will only respawn at the respawn points they set up, so there's no need to worry about retreating at all.

In this situation, they naturally opted for a reckless and aggressive offensive tactic.

"Alright, speaking of which, how many guards are there around this mansion?"

"If I'm not mistaken, these grain merchants make all sorts of shady money on a daily basis, so they definitely need to pay attention to their security, right?"

Brother Hao Nan was also in the team this time. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and asked a question.

These guys sold grain at exorbitant prices, and countless people wished they could devour it raw.

In this situation, what if someone is extremely dissatisfied with them and suddenly rushes out to stab them in the back?
Therefore, they must have various bodyguards when they go out. In addition, the mansion itself already has a strong security force, so this operation will probably involve facing quite a few people.

Regarding this matter, Colonel Yurten had previously inquired about it and said somewhat uncertainly:

"I can't guarantee that the number I guessed will be accurate, but I can only say that this number should be the result of careful consideration of the enemy's strength."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we may have to face about two companies of enemies next."

As he spoke, Colonel Yurten counted on his fingers:
"First, there are the bodyguards these guys usually carry with them. We need to assassinate ten people in total, and their bodyguards alone would make up a whole company."

“That mansion shouldn’t have many guards on ordinary days, but this time, quite a few important people have come here, so the owner will probably have to send more guards for security.”

“In addition, I suspect there might even be military police patrolling around here, and they will all be our enemies.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another player added:
"I'm afraid it's more than that. If we cause such a commotion in Moscow, it won't be long before a large number of military police arrive."

But before he could finish speaking, Colonel Yurten simply rolled his eyes and said:
"These reinforcements that arrive later are basically not worth considering. Even if they move very quickly, they cannot possibly get here within 15 minutes."

"Fifteen minutes isn't enough time for us to take them all out? Once the mission is complete, why worry about this?"

Although some players were actually looking forward to a big battle with the military police, Colonel Yurten was not prepared to waste his energy on such a pointless matter.

Their purpose in coming here was to take down the unscrupulous grain merchants, not to turn Moscow upside down.

At that time, they will fight a fierce war of attrition here. Even if they wipe out a large number of Tsarist gendarmes, so what?

Their current enemy is the Black Hawk Empire. This infighting might deduct their merits or even titles, but it's highly unlikely they'll receive any extra rewards.

Therefore, Colonel Yurten decided to complete this mission honestly before considering whether to go to Moscow to do something else.

As for completing the mission, they would immediately respawn at another respawn point and then evacuate Moscow.

No player had ever thought of such a thing, after all, Moscow was practically a completely new map for them.

Putting aside whether they will encounter NPCs who give out quests in this place, at the very least, they will definitely have the desire to explore new maps.

And who knows if they'll encounter some additional enemies here, or maybe there will be other combat activities?

After the tasks were assigned, the players began to head towards the mansion along different routes.

Although they actually thought the civilian skin was pretty good, the players still planned to switch to the newly acquired Black Hawk Empire skin when engaging in battle, in preparation for the upcoming fights.

This is mainly because their civilian skin has a series of equipment restrictions. While wearing this skin makes them more concealed, it weakens their combat effectiveness.

For example, they wear civilian skin and cannot use bolt-action rifles, semi-automatic rifles, or other types of long weapons, let alone any heavy weapons.

Weapons like mortars, light machine guns, and AT guns are all unusable with the civilian skin. When wearing this skin, they can only use various pistols, submachine guns, and shotguns.

Of course, that's not the main point. The most critical thing is that they are dressed in civilian skin and seem to have no ability to replenish their magazines.

In this mode, regardless of what weapon they carry, they only have one magazine inserted in the gun. Once the bullets are used up, that's it; they can't even throw away ammo packs for replenishment.

How is this possible?

If they don't have bullets, how can they launch a full-scale attack?
So players realized that this civilian skin seemed to be designed to give them the opportunity to blend in with civilians and act covertly.

Aside from that, expecting to engage in intense battles with this skin seems unlikely.

Just as the players were taking action, a grand banquet was underway at Count Dakov's mansion. The banquet was divided into two levels; the outer level was for invited ordinary guests, where they ate, drank, danced, and enjoyed other unrestrained entertainment.

However, the banquets held in the small reception room at the heart of the venue were much simpler.

The entire small reception room contained only one huge long table, where Count Dakov and a large group of grain merchants sat, eating and discussing the upcoming grain prices.

Standing next to Count Dakov, an adjutant sent by Beria looked at the grain merchants with a somewhat gloomy expression and said in a hoarse voice:
"Everyone, you need to tone it down a bit for a while. You've gone a bit too far!"

"Look at the grain prices in Moscow now, I can't even imagine how you managed to raise them so high?"

"Don't forget the great revolution that broke out in the Iris Empire 100 years ago. If we really drive food prices down to the point where ordinary people can't afford it, be careful they go crazy and hang us all on streetlights!"

Faced with the accusations from the colonel of the special military command, the grain merchants couldn't help but shrink back, realizing that they had gone too far recently.

However, remembering their powerful backers, they straightened up again, and one of them said, feigning grievance:

"Sir, you're mistaken. How can you blame us entirely?"

The fat grain merchant sitting opposite the colonel of the special forces wiped his mouth, raised his hand, and complained:

"As you know, the Vorontsov family went crazy a while ago, buying grain from us at an astonishing rate. We took the opportunity to raise prices, which is a reasonable market behavior."

"No matter what, we are businessmen. If we see money to be made, can we still be considered businessmen?"

He had barely finished speaking when a grain merchant standing next to him also stood up and said:

"Yes, sir, and the price of food has become so high, it can't all be blamed on us!"

"As you know, when we were buying grain recently, the price of all grains was skyrocketing at an alarming rate. The price of wheat has at least doubled, and the situation for other grains is similar."

"In addition, the damned Black Hawk Empire is constantly attacking on the front lines, severely disrupting our transportation. It is very difficult for us to transport food out of Kievan Rus', which further increases the losses in transportation on the road."

"If we continue to sell grain at the original price, we will all go bankrupt in no time. Even now, we don't make much profit!"

Upon hearing this explanation, the colonel of the special forces took a deep breath and couldn't help but want to curse.

He knew that it wasn't just these grain merchants who were raising prices wildly; even the nobles and landowners who sold grain to these merchants were taking advantage of the current situation to make a fortune from the national crisis.

While it's true that food has become more important due to the war, and transportation capacity at the front has decreased significantly, that's not the main point.

According to some of the information they found during their special military investigation, some nobles even secretly requisitioned military trains and used vehicles that were originally meant to transport weapons to transport grain in order to get the grain out and sell it as soon as possible and make more money!

This guy is in a bind. The troops at the front are not equipped enough, and a large number of weapons are stuck in the factory and can't be shipped out.

When they looked back and took inventory, they found that the vehicles that were supposed to be used for weapons had been used to transport grain. What kind of situation is this?

Not only that, but many soldiers' rations were also sold off by their superiors in the army.

Theoretically speaking, the Cambrian Empire's grey livestock shouldn't be fed so poorly. They were emulating the food of mainstream European armies, providing soldiers with a more balanced diet.

But in the end, why did the soldiers on the front lines only get to eat expired flour paste or hard black bread that could kill someone?

That's a complicated issue; those who know, know.

"Enough! I'm here to deliver His Majesty's instructions, not to negotiate. Your actions have crossed His Majesty's line!"

The colonel of the special military command suddenly stood up and roared at the group of grain merchants in front of him:

"Do whatever you want to make things difficult for me, but don't blame me for making this clear upfront."

"If I don't see a rapid drop in grain prices within a week, don't blame me for bringing men to search your warehouses."

"Hehe, you can tell me all you want that there are no contraband items in these warehouses and that no one is involved in smuggling. As for whether that's true or not, we'll just have to wait and see!"

Seeing the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Count Dakov, as the host, stood up to smooth things over and said:
"Everyone, let's not make the atmosphere so tense. We can talk things over."

"Regarding the issue of food, I have to admit that some people have gone too far, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"I've always thought that the people from the Wuxiao Empire and the United States of the Stars are right. Market matters should be regulated by the market itself. Imposing intervention will only cause problems."

The count had barely finished speaking when he saw that the colonel of the special forces seemed about to explode, so he quickly added:

"However, it is clear that the current grain prices are not in line with market rules, so we will definitely have to readjust the market."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, we will give him a satisfactory answer."

The colonel of the special forces merely snorted at this answer, not taking it seriously at all.

The words sound nice, but it's all just a way to smooth things over.

If we set aside his identity as a spy and consider only his personal feelings, he really wanted to hang all of these guys!
Damn it, why make food so expensive? Do they really think spies don't need to eat?

After some arguing, everyone reluctantly reached a consensus, and the grain merchants agreed to a certain degree of price reduction.

Of course, a significant price reduction is impossible.

If they lower prices too much, what will happen to their profits?
The price of food they buy is rising, and if they don't raise the price, they will starve to death.

Just then, someone suddenly heard a crackling sound coming from outside.

A chubby grain merchant, puzzled, looked outside with curiosity and asked:
"What's going on? What's that sound outside? Is someone setting off fireworks to celebrate?"

However, the special forces officers, who were actually spies, couldn't sit still after hearing this voice.

Unlike these pampered nobles and grain merchants, he fought his way up from various clandestine battlefields!

He had survived countless battles along the way to get this far, so he could naturally recognize the sounds outside.

"Oh no, it's a submachine gun! Someone's attacking us!"

"Damn it, who are they? Don't they have a death wish? How dare they attack my territory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Count Dakov stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with rage.

"Gentlemen, don't worry! My guards will wipe out all those petty thieves!"

However, the gunfire did not seem to stop quickly; instead, it became even more intense.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out, the deafening sound instantly shattering the stained glass on the top of the mansion.

"Something's wrong! This isn't a simple attack! Contact the military police immediately, we need backup!"

The colonel of the special forces stood up and hurriedly tried to run to a telephone not far away.

The dense gunfire indicates that the enemy has at least several automatic weapons, and the sudden explosion suggests that the enemy even had bombs ready!
Damn it, these aren't just a mob! They're a well-trained army!

This could never be a gang or some private armed group attacking them; it must be a well-trained commando team launching an attack in this direction!

They've got some nerve! This is Moscow, how dare they do this?
The colonel went to make a phone call, while the other grain merchants and the count were still somewhat at a loss.

Inside the small banquet hall, their respective bodyguards drew their submachine guns and looked warily towards the door, fearing that an enemy might rush in at any moment.

As for the banquet hall outside, they couldn't worry about that anymore; there were other soldiers responsible for security there.

All they need to do is protect their employers; nothing else matters.

Just a few minutes ago, players who gathered here from all directions almost simultaneously changed their skins to the Black Hawk Soldier skin.

After changing into this skin, their language pack was automatically switched to Black Hawk. Although they could also speak Cambrian, as long as they didn't switch, their default first language would become Black Hawk.

"Sniper, take out the soldiers on the high ground first, then we'll take out the gatekeeper and the patrol!"

As soon as Yurten finished speaking, several snipers hidden in the shadows simultaneously opened fire.

The riflemen on the tower and the machine gun emplacement on the roof were shot down before they could even figure out what was happening.

Although the terrain around this mansion is relatively open, with the players' sniping skills and their long aiming time, they can easily take down these guys from hundreds of meters away!

In particular, some players have gone so far as to equip themselves with the Tank Hunter suit in order to snipe, which is practically aimed at taking down enemy mechs!
The sudden sniping threw the soldiers, who were unaware of the situation, into a panic.

Following the direction from which the bullets came, they naturally saw someone hiding in a tall tree in the distance, firing.

However, at that distance, given the soldiers' shooting ability, they were basically unable to retaliate.

Before they could figure out what was happening, a large number of fully armed Black Hawk soldiers suddenly rushed out from several nearby street corners.

Under a burst of intense fire, the sentry post and patrol team guarding the intersection were wiped out on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, these players, dressed in Black Hawk uniforms and all wearing gas masks, launched a fierce attack on the perimeter of the mansion under the command of Colonel Yurten.

"Watch out for enemy attack!"

"What the hell? Where did these Black Hawk soldiers come from?"

When the soldiers in the mansion rushed out and saw a group of enemies dressed in iron-black uniforms and wearing pointed helmets, they were extremely dumbfounded.

To everyone's surprise, a group of Black Hawk soldiers had infiltrated Moscow. Had the enemy already reached the capital?
Some soldiers shouted that they wanted to fight back, but suddenly a Black Hawk soldier picked up a light machine gun and began to fire continuously in their direction.

The terrifying firepower instantly knocked down three soldiers, while also suppressing the other soldiers so they couldn't raise their heads.

Taking advantage of this suppressive firepower, the other players quickly rushed forward.

Although there are many soldiers guarding this mansion, most of them are Count Dakov's private troops.

These soldiers were more like security guards, responsible only for protecting the noblemen's residences and territories, and they did not have much combat experience.

So even now, they still don't realize what kind of enemies they are facing.

They hid behind the wall, suppressed by continuous machine gun fire, unable to raise their heads.

One of the earl's soldiers gestured to his companion beside him and said in a seemingly casual manner:
"Don't be afraid, our walls are thick enough, their bullets can't hurt us!"

"That guy's machine gun can't keep firing indefinitely. Once he runs out of bullets, we can return fire and take him out!"

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a series of grenades were thrown from the other side of the wall.

The players' firepower suppression wasn't meant to kill them with machine guns, but to prevent them from launching a counterattack.

The assault soldiers who had just rushed up immediately threw more than a dozen grenades at this spot. The violent explosions instantly created a bombing zone behind the wall.

The soldiers hiding behind the wall suffered heavy casualties in the explosion, and even those who were not killed on the spot were stunned.

Before they could react, a player had already planted an explosive charge in the corner and detonated it.

With a loud bang, the wall was blown off, and a group of players rushed in while throwing smoke grenades.

The soldiers standing outside the mansion were seeing this smoke grenade tactic for the first time.

When they saw the enemy disappear into the smoke in an instant, they immediately realized that something was wrong.

The soldiers fired wildly into the smoke, but their bolt-action rifles couldn't generate enough firepower.

Except for one unlucky player who got shot but was then revived by a medic, the other players were fine.

When these players wielding submachine guns rushed out of the smoke, the soldiers guarding the mansion's perimeter were instantly wiped out.

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
The intense barrage of submachine gun fire wiped out an entire platoon that charged forward almost instantly. More than 30 of the Earl's soldiers were unable to return fire and were laid to the ground on the spot.

Upon seeing this, all the other earl's soldiers were filled with fear, and not one of them dared to continue charging forward.

"Damn it, they must be elite soldiers of the Black Hawk Empire. Only the elite of the Black Hawk Empire could have such combat power!"

One of the Earl's soldiers, who considered himself very knowledgeable, commented.

In his view, only the elite of the Black Hawk Empire could kill dozens of their soldiers without losing a single one and suppress them so completely that they had no chance to fight back.

As for just how bad they are?
Sorry, but they have a very high opinion of themselves.

Just because they don't actively approach doesn't mean players won't.

Players armed with semi-automatic rifles easily took down several Earl's soldiers blocking the gate with a few quick shots, and then they rushed into the mansion.

When the people inside the mansion saw these fully armed Black Hawk soldiers rush in, they immediately erupted in gasps of surprise.

The men and women who were just indulging in pleasure and dressed in fine clothes now vividly illustrate what a mob is.

Hundreds of people ran around the banquet hall like madmen, and women kept screaming.

There was a rather wealthy lady whose screams were like those of a pig being slaughtered, prompting the player to quickly turn down the game volume.

It was terrifying! They felt like their ears were almost deafened by the noise!

This thing could be used as a sonic weapon on the battlefield!

One player, looking at the scene before him, suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu.

He grinned, picked up his submachine gun, and fired a burst of bullets at the ceiling, causing another wave of panicked screams.

After emptying an entire magazine, he shouted at the men as he reloaded:
"Listen up, everyone! Men, stand on the left; women, stand on the right; and those who are neither male nor female, stand in the middle!"

"Stand still and hand over all your valuables!"

However, he is currently in the Black Hawk language pack state.

So apart from the nobles who understood Black Hawk language who quickly took action, the rest of the group were all completely bewildered.

(End of this chapter)