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As for Owen and Goron, they were quickly dealt with by Victor, just like Evans had been.
Salos and Victor nodded, turned and left the tent, while Victor picked up the half-handed sword next to Evans and stood behind the door.
Salos used the excuse that the three officers were drunk to call the two guards at the door into the tent. When the guards opened the door, they saw the three officers slumped on the table and actually thought they were all drunk.
Two guards were about to go up and help their commander when Victor, who was hiding in a blind spot behind the door, swung his sword at one of the soldiers who had his back to him.
With the help of the Combat Assistance System, Victor's sword angle and force were impeccable. In a flash, the soldier's head flew off without him even having a chance to scream.
Just as another soldier noticed something amiss and tried to turn around to check, Victor, using the momentum of his slash, crouched down and launched a thrust.
"Ah!" He only had time to utter a sound before his heart was pierced. Victor's arm trembled, and the tip of the sword completely shredded his heart. Before the body fell to the ground, he reached out and caught it, without making much noise throughout the process.
Salos, standing to the side, was stunned. Although he knew that this viscount must be highly skilled in combat, otherwise he would not have volunteered to carry out such a mission. He did not expect him to be this strong. Even the assassins in legendary stories could not be more powerful than him.
Victor didn't say much. He turned and walked out of the tent, whistling three short whistles followed by one long one. This was their pre-arranged code. Victor's voice was strong, and the whistle was very sharp and loud, which could be heard from a great distance.
Alex was still by the convoy, keeping a close eye on the situation at the camp and praying that everything would go smoothly so that their plan could succeed.
Just then, he heard a whistle, and he immediately whispered to his men around him, "Make your move!"
The men took out several military crossbows from the bottom of the carriage and fired them at the soldiers at the entrance of the transfer station. At this time, the soldiers were still looking towards the tents because of the whistles and did not notice the action. They did not Repeating Crossbow being fired.
"Pfft," "Pfft," "Pfft"... Soon, these soldiers were all hit by crossbow bolts. At such close range, the leather armor they wore was no match for the bolts. The bolts pierced their vital organs, and they all fell to the ground after being hit.
One soldier, after falling to his death, tried to stand up, but perhaps he missed a vital spot. He shouted, "Enemy attack!"
But it was too late. Soldiers and caravan guards were already mixed together inside the transfer station. Most of the soldiers were not wearing any armor, let alone weapons, while the caravan guards disguised by the interception team were all carrying a short sword.
The moment the whistle blew, the interceptors drew their short swords and stabbed the surrounding soldiers. Caught off guard, a large number of soldiers were killed instantly.
However, perhaps due to a lack of combat experience or poor martial arts skills, many of Salos's guards failed to eliminate their targets and were even killed in the process.
The surviving soldiers quickly regrouped and fought their way back. Lacking weapons, they formed a simple square formation using wooden sticks readily available throughout the transfer station in an attempt to defend against the attackers.
They were a regular army after all. Even if the interception team only had some wooden sticks and no bows, crossbows, or long weapons, it would be difficult to defeat them. After all, Victor and Alex had repeatedly told them before the operation to control casualties and not to take on tough opponents.
Soon, soldiers from the interception team ran to the gate and reported to Victor and Alex.
Alex looked at Salos and said, "Your guards are really not very good. You'll have to train them properly in the future."
Victor didn't say much. He had already led his team to clear out all the guards around the gate and directly ordered Alex to lead twenty men to guard the gate.
He led the remaining dozen or so interception team soldiers and crossbowmen, each armed with a long spear, and headed towards the battlefield inside the station.
Upon seeing the soldiers huddled together, he immediately ordered the crossbowmen who had come with him to step forward, "Crossbowmen! Aim! Fire!"
He commanded the crossbowmen to fire three volleys, disrupting the soldiers' formation. Then, he arranged the Pikemen he had brought into a row, forming a small Arrowhead Formation, and led them in a charge.
When they saw a dozen spears charging towards them, the small square formation, which was already on the verge of collapse, completely crumbled. The soldiers scattered and fled, but it was too late; they had already been surrounded by the interception team and the caravan guards.
After Victor's spear formation had riddled the dozen or so soldiers in front of them with their spears, the battle was completely over. All the defending soldiers present had been shot down, with only a few managing to drop their weapons and surrender.
Victor looked at the surrendering and collapsing soldiers groaning in pain, and shook his head. "Kill them all!"
The intercepting soldiers standing guard nearby raised their weapons and sent the poor soldiers on their way.
"Don't waste time. Send one team to the livestock pen to pick out horses. The rest of you continue searching the transfer station to see if there are any people hiding. Don't leave a single one alive. Stab every corpse."
Victor immediately gave the order in a loud voice.
Victor then returned to the main gate.
"Alex, how are you? Are you alright?"
"Of course, with me here, and you even left 20 men, what problems could possibly arise? Look, a few soldiers tried to escape, but we killed them all."
Alex pointed to several corpses on the left side of the door.
"Okay, that solves the problem. Once the horses are ready and everyone is in armor, we'll split into two groups as planned. I'll take 60 men to the north gate to clear out that small team, and you'll take 100 men to the south gate. Salos will lead the rest to set fire to the transfer station."
"Okay, but Victor, is this all you're taking? There are over a hundred people there."
"If I'm leading an elite force in a night raid and we still fail, I might as well just surrender to Grand Duke Mora. Maybe I can survive even after being stripped of my title."
"Pah! That's a really bad omen."
Half an hour later, the transfer station was completely silent. At the entrance of the transfer station, Victor and Alex had organized their respective teams. After everyone had put on their armor, Victor gave the order, and the two teams set off separately, one to the south and one to the north.
Guided by several caravan guards, Victor headed straight for the North Gate, which was guarded by a Squad Leader named Made under Evans. The squad's barracks were all inside the city, and it was four in the morning, when they were at their most tired, making it perfect for a surprise attack.