Watching the archbishop depart, [ Ginseng Rooster ] looked at the seed in his hand and quickly came up with a new mischievous idea.
Alright, alright. Since Luorui'er doesn't treat the militiamen like human beings, then I don't need to hold back anymore.
You're going to die, you vampire!
He casually stuffed the seeds into his pocket, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to supervise the militia training, even more rigorously than before.
In the air, [Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows], using the autopilot mode activated by the Soldier Bee, was giving tactical instructions to everyone in the " First Air Transport " group chat:
"[Image], as you can see, this is an aerial view of Black Pine City, which we secretly drew at night some time ago."
"The western part of Black Pine City is mainly a civilian residential area, with only one military camp that can be considered an important area. This is our mission objective today."
"We are the bravest ' First Air Transport ', and today we will use this knightly order to broaden the horizons of the people of Black Pine City!"
"Be careful not to get too carried away, we only have three minutes."
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] circled a location near the edge of the western area of the map:
"Everyone, do you still remember our slogan?"
"A slap in the face—"
"To prevent begging for mercy!"
"Two sticks to the leg--"
"Prevent escape!"
"Three blows to the waist--"
"Prevent resistance!"
"Alright! Get ready to rappel!"
The two hundred Soldier Bee, which had been flying in a scattered manner, gradually gathered together and, led by their leader [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ], slowly approached the designated barracks area.
It was midday, and apart from the unfortunate militia who were training, the rest of the Holy Crusaders were either sunbathing or resting.
When a small patch of buzzing dark cloud blocked the sunlight, only a very small number of those on guard duty realized the potential problem.
However, the Holy Crusaders, who had no experience with this, had no idea what to do at this moment. Their dulled minds left them only able to watch silently as the swarm of insects, larger than a person, flew closer and lower.
"These are... enemies? But where are they? Aren't they just a bunch of strange insects?"
Finally, just as these Holy Crusaders, realizing something was amiss, could even see the fuzzy patterns on the abdomens of the Soldier Bee, an even more outrageous scene unfolded:
"Whoosh!"
A slender but resilient vine lashed off the lead Soldier Bee and wrapped itself around the top of a watchtower.
A man flipped off the insect's back, grabbed the vine with both hands, and began to slide down rapidly.
In just a few breaths, he was level with the watchtower, and with a swift movement, he swung into the tower and delivered a flying kick to the chest of the Holy Crusaders on guard duty.
Several muffled thuds rang out, and soon an unlucky Holy Crusaders was thrown out of the watchtower and crashed heavily to the ground.
Dozens of intruders, clinging to vines, rappelled down to the ground with him. Only then did the Holy Crusaders, who had been watching a good show, finally realize something was wrong.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone shouted loudly,
"Everyone, hurry..."
"Bang!"
A wooden stick as hard as iron slammed heavily into his face, making him unable to breathe properly.
"Bang!"
Another blow struck the back of his knee, and the Holy Crusaders instantly winced in pain. However, because the effects of the first blow had not yet worn off, he could not make any sound of pain; only a faint whimper could be heard from his throat.
"I'll fight you to the death..."
"Bang!"
With the third blow, the Holy Crusaders, still half a sentence stuck in his throat, completely lost his ability to resist.
Although he hadn't completely lost consciousness, he was already like fresh meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of the Soul Returner wielding a stick to make bouncy and chewy handmade beef balls.
More and more Soul Returner descended to the ground, and soon all two hundred people had arrived.
As agreed, the Soldier Bee circled and rose into the sky, waiting for the raid to end. Three minutes later, they would immediately descend and take the Soul Returner away from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, in the barracks below, fierce close combat had already begun.
A Holy Crusaders Knight Order ' standard strength is five hundred men, but only two hundred Soul Returner were airdropped.
Based on this calculation, each Soul Returner would have to deal with an average of 2.5 Holy Crusaders. If these 2.5 Holy Crusaders attacked together, they might actually cause some trouble for the Soul Returner. Unfortunately, faced with First Air Transport's blitzkrieg, these Holy Crusaders didn't even have time to grab their equipment before being ambushed.
The first to suffer were the Holy Crusaders outside. Their numbers were small, and they often had to face attacks from four or five Soul Returner at the same time, thus enduring far more blows than they deserved.
Having dealt with the Holy Crusaders outside, the Soul Returner began launching surprise attacks in small groups, lifting the tent flaps.
Some Holy Crusaders were fast asleep in their camp, while others were engaged in simple medieval gambling activities, their behavior not much different from that of the old-time thugs of another world.
Only a small number of Holy Crusaders still persist in training alone or in groups. Faced with such enemies, the Soul Returner are even more spirited, not only determined to defeat them, but also to mark them with special symbols.
Two hundred burly men wielding military batons moved through the barracks as if they owned the place. When a Holy Crusaders opened his tent and saw three batons being swung at him from different angles, even the strongest-willed man would eventually succumb to despair.
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled thuds and cries of agony echoed from the Holy Crusaders to the surrounding residential areas.
Many local residents are puzzled by this, wondering what these scoundrels are up to in broad daylight.
However, given the disparity in strength, they ultimately chose to swallow their anger, just as they had done countless times before.
Isn't it just the Holy Crusaders causing trouble as usual?
Just bear with it and it will pass.
"Just bear with it, it'll pass!"
[ The Enemy from the Sky ] slammed a stick into the head of a rebellious Holy Crusaders, shouting at him in an attempt to break down his psychological defenses.
However, the Holy Crusaders's physical condition seemed to be exceptionally outstanding. After being hit by a stick and hearing such words, he not only did not give up resisting, but instead swung his weapon even faster.
"Fatty, are you still not done on your end?"
Upon hearing the nickname from the real world, [ Enemy from the Sky ] knew it was his roommate [ Brain Bling ] calling him.
His eyes remained fixed on the weapon in the burly Holy Crusaders's hand, and he slightly turned his head to shout:
"This guy's tough; he must have practiced a lot!"
"Fine, that's it. The three-minute time limit is up. Let's run!"
A vine hung down from the sky. [ Enemy from the Sky ] and [ Brain Bling ] together knocked back the burly man in front of them, then grabbed the vine and began to climb upwards.
As soon as I climbed onto the back of the Soldier Bee, [ Enemy from the Sky ] realized that my Soldier Bee Soldier Bee much lower than the others.
He looked down and saw the Holy Crusaders he had beaten up was now gripping the vines beneath his Soldier Bee, a knife in his mouth.
Seeing this reckless scene, [ the Enemy from the Sky ] couldn't help but gasp in shock:
"Holy crap... there's a tough one among the NPCs..."