Gelden answered honestly, "Reporting to Lord Earl, the Guard Commander has already led the team into the farmstead."

Yang Fei's brows furrowed tightly.

"Why the rush to attack? Wasn't the order to encircle without engaging?"

Gelden didn't dare say Haman was being reckless in seeking glory and briefly described the situation just now.

Yang Fei was instantly enraged, gritting his teeth fiercely.

"Haman is a fool, this is clearly a suicidal tactic, it's simply reckless slaughter. Does he know who the enemy is?"

After speaking, he disregarded further conversation, waved his hand, and issued commands through the intercom.

"Proceed with the original plan to attack the farmstead, be prepared to rescue the Glorious Imperial Guards who are already inside."

The Changfeng Squad responded with a roar, dividing into four units, stealthily advancing toward the farmstead.

Gelden felt a chill within his heart, worried about Haman, and volunteered for combat.

"Lord Earl, I represent the Imperial Guards left on standby, requesting to fight."

Yang Fei turned around, glanced at Gelden, and then smiled.

"You are indeed a person of loyalty. Good, you can take a squad and follow us in combat."

At this moment, within the farmstead, Haman was facing an unprecedented murderous catastrophe.

One by one, the Imperial Guard brothers fell before Haman.

The opponent was elusive and the sniping was impossible to defend against, leaving Haman's mind blank.

As the gray shadows flickered, the special forces Haman brought were collapsing like straw.

Most importantly, the enemy didn't use firearms, employing only cold weapons to kill, with techniques that were efficient and precise.

Within just two or three short minutes, half of the Glory Squadron led by Haman was already gone.

They didn't even have the chance to fire, as they couldn't even see the enemy's silhouette clearly.

Haman, holding his M16 assault rifle, couldn't find a target to shoot at.

His eyes were bloodshot, breathing heavily, frantically waving his arms, "Retreat, break out."

Behind Haman, more than twenty remaining Imperial Guards formed a combat line, charging forward with him.

Their rifles were all equipped with bayonets, ready for hand-to-hand combat at any moment.

There's no choice; in this dark night, the Imperial Guards couldn't see the enemy's silhouette clearly, nor could they shoot.

And when the enemy appeared, they were so close that shooting was impossible.

Haman finally understood why the Honor Squadron disappeared silently.

They lost their lives under the terrifying cold weapon ambush.

The same tragedy was occurring among Haman's group.

If they rashly opened fire, they would only expose themselves in the night, leading to brutal sniping.

Haman cautiously moved forward, step by step, very carefully; though he was only four hundred meters away from bursting out of the farmstead, he dared not charge rashly.

At that moment, two figures suddenly dropped from above a haystack, their hands glinting with cold light.

"Ah..."

Three or four screams simultaneously sounded within the spindle-shaped Imperial Guard combat formation.

Haman turned around suddenly, rushing forward with his Triangular Military Spike.

Those two figures had already rolled into the darkness; the other soldiers didn't even have the chance to strike, let alone shoot.

Haman's body was cold, standing in front of four corpses, his calves trembling.

He slowly crouched down, in the darkness, the position of each soldier's heart had been accurately stabbed, blood was gushing out of the bloody holes.

The soldiers hadn't yet breathed their last, their bodies twitching uncontrollably, yet Haman knew these four brothers were beyond saving.

The other soldiers all surrounded Haman protectively, but each was shaking uncontrollably, their faces all showing fear.

They seemed like lambs eyed by hungry wolves in the wilderness.

No one knew when the wolves would leap out from the grass, snapping the throat of any lamb.

Haman could no longer endure the fear within his heart, frantically sweeping his machine gun against the dark night.

As a Commander, Haman's actions were indeed very foolish.

When fear overcame reason at this critical juncture for a leader, it spelled doom for the entire squad.

Not far away, Major Yoda, with his square-shaped face, smiled faintly and gave an order through the intercom.

"The enemy commander has lost his composure, prepare to close the net."

Shadowy figures, silent and swift as the tide, closed in from all directions on the exposed Haman and his men, resembling a pack of hunting wolves.

Haman emptied his magazine in one go, weakly shouting to his loyal Imperial Guards.

"Break through, each one that can make it is a gain, I'll stay behind!"

The Glorious Imperial Guards exchanged looks, suddenly shouted, and rushed in a swarm toward the farmstead's gate.

Not far away, two heavy machine gunners from the Demi-God Squad, hidden beneath haystacks, revealed the muzzle of their dark heavy machine guns after removing the straw.

At such a close distance, catching them off guard, the Imperial Guard's scattered formation had no defense.

Their intense bullet-storm could obliterate these men in seconds.

Just then, there was a muffled sound, one machine gunner's head sprouted a bloody hole, splattering brain and blood outward.

The other machine gunner was stunned, recklessly trying to pull the trigger.

But at that moment, another bullet whistled over, blowing off the top of his skull.

Mad Blade lay on the roof of a tin house at the farmstead, grinning wide.

He had already captured the high ground; under the infrared scope of the heavy sniper, no one could escape his aim.

The unique muffled sound of Mad Blade's heavy sniper made everyone shiver.

Haman was stunned, hastily crouching to the ground, yet overjoyed within.

He shouted into his comms, "The Town-Nation Twelve Knights have arrived, start the counterattack."

Those Town-Nation Twelve Knights Haman once disdained had now become his saviors.

The Glorious Imperial Guards, having been sniped by enemy cold weapons until soul shattered, quickly regained their fighting courage in an instant.

They all rolled to the ground, concealing themselves.

The Glorious Imperial Guards were not cowards; however, faced with invisible foes, they simply couldn't resist and had no choice but to flee.

Now that the Town-Nation Twelve Knights had arrived, it was like a shot of adrenaline for them.

At this moment, the Demi-God Squad and their fifty elite affiliated forces had surrounded the Glorious Imperial Guards like a tide.

At such a short distance, firing would only cause friendly fire; both sides simultaneously drew their Military Spikes for hand-to-hand combat.

The two forces collided like giant arrows.

Haman drew his Triangular Military Spike, bravely leading the charge toward a Lieutenant.

However, that lieutenant effortlessly grabbed his Triangular Military Spike and then kicked.

Haman was knocked away as though hit by a bull, flying back and crashing into many people before thudding onto a haystack.

He felt his chest and abdomen churn violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, he distinctly saw a rugged figure charge forward, delivering an elbow strike to the lieutenant's left neck.

Crack!

Even at that distance, Haman could hear the sound of the lieutenant's neck breaking.

His body was smashed with great force, flying out and thudding onto the ground less than two meters from Haman.

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