Dolan, who was patrolling the army with his guards, was dressed in military uniform, standing tall and straight, with red hair and white face under his military cap, and was clean.

Although it was cold, his eyes were as sharp as torches, full of majesty and he dared not slack off.

The sound of the wind blowing his cloak and the sound of his military boots stepping on the snow intertwined step by step, exuding a heroic momentum.

Today ushered in the first snow of winter. At the foot of the Parklen Mountains, which is more than 3,000 meters above sea level, the flag of the Mebis Empire fluttering in the wind suddenly broke.

Prince Dolan was walking under the flagpole, looked up, frowned, and felt that something bad was going to happen. He remembered that ancient military books often said that this was a precursor to the loss of troops and generals.

So he returned to the command room and issued an order to speed up the deployment of the military camp and the defense of the city to prevent accidents.

Although he was far away from the capital, the spies he planted had already told him the fact of Karl's coup as soon as possible.

Dolan was also ready to fight at any time, but he was still full of worries about the future of the Mobis Empire.

The reason why he didn't easily lead his army southward was that the city he was in was called Moro City. It was not large in area, but it was the northernmost border of the Mobis Empire and the most empty back door of the country.

The mountains here were long and the geographical situation was complex. It had the most difficult to defend the border. If the enemy knew that he had left, they would definitely take advantage of it.

Even if he succeeded in the expedition, he would be branded as a traitor. Moreover, now that the major legions were on their own, it was difficult to go deep into the country alone without being surrounded and annihilated.

He was waiting for the opportunity. Every night, Dolan would stare at the map of the Mobis Empire alone for a while.

At night outside the city, the small village was silent and deserted. The snow on the ground was shining with moonlight, emitting a silver light.

Occasionally, a few two-tailed foxes carefully crossed the snow, making the sound of stepping on dead branches.

After a while, two lights appeared on the road, getting closer and closer to the city.

Gradually, people who were still awake could hear the roar of off-road vehicles, which quickly passed through the entire village outside the city.

Finally, in the forest not far from the gate of Moro City, the lights went out.

The Cruz brothers packed up their equipment and got out of the car together. A gust of cold wind blew, and the eldest brother Dodge stood up his collar.

The younger brother Dawson lit a cigarette and took a deep breath while walking.

"This broken place is really cold. We will finish work soon and find a place to eat barbecue."

"It would be better if we had some wine."

The two chatted and walked to the bottom of the city wall. They shot a flying hook towards the top of the city wall.

The two pulled the rope, then quickly climbed up the 10-meter-high city wall, walked to the sentry post and spit out two poison needles. The sentry touched his neck and fell down.

They changed into sentry clothes, got off the city wall, and drove the stolen military vehicle towards the military camp in the city.

Cruz and his friends were driving on the road, and they saw that the streets in the city and the village outside were completely different worlds.

The nightlife in the city has just begun. Large and small, colorful signs are flashing neon words.

Drunk people keep appearing on the street, staggering, and vendors selling night snacks on the roadside stalls are busy.

The smell of various strong liquors and delicacies mixed together and drifted into the noses of the Cruz brothers, making the assassins who came from a distance almost salivate.

Just as they were hesitating whether to have a meal before killing Dolan, not far ahead, the same military vehicle was swaying towards them.

The driver was Sergeant Rooney, a racer who participated in the National Racing League and eventually failed due to excessive alcohol intake.

He left the racing life and wanted to escape from everything. So he chose to join the army and came to the northernmost part of Mobis.

But his hobby has not changed. He always likes to modify cars. He combined military off-road vehicles with armored vehicles and installed some mechanical arms.

His invention was appreciated by Dolan, but it was never put into practical use.

Before coming here, he always thought he was the best drinker. Until he met another person in the army, a tall and burly man named Franklin from Meteor Street, who was sitting in the back seat of the car.

The two of them happened to have a day off tonight, and they made an appointment to drink together again. They were not satisfied with the drinking, so they were ready to go to the next bar to continue drinking.

The Cruise brothers looked at the food, the food on the street and the people drinking, and were a little intoxicated.

Rooney may have drunk a little too much. The car was shaking, and he didn't notice the Cruise brothers' car. Cruise didn't notice their car either. With a bang, the two cars collided.

Rooney saw that the car he hit was also a military vehicle, so he got out of the car slowly, and Franklin was still lying on the back seat without getting up.

The Cruise brothers got out of the car together and started to curse:

"How do you drive? Do you have eyes?"

"How dare you, soldiers, curse your superiors? Didn't you stay at the checkpoint and sneak out to drink?"

As a non-commissioned officer, Rooney was scolded by a soldier for the first time, and he was very upset and questioned them.

Dawson, the younger brother, heard that the other party was his superior, and quickly leaned over to his elder brother Dodge and said:

"What should we do? Kill them? Or just bear it and leave."

"It's more important to do business!"

Big brother Dodge responded to him in a low voice, and then pulled his younger brother Dawson to apologize to Rooney.

"Sorry, sir. I won't do it next time. You guys are busy, we'll leave first."

After saying that, the two of them turned around and got in the car to move forward.

The Cruise brothers started the car quickly, backed up a bit, turned in another direction and continued to move forward.

No, that's not the direction of the city wall, that's the direction of the military camp. What do these two sentinels want to do?

Although Rooney was drunk, his mind was still clear. He began to doubt and quickly got in the car while following the other party's vehicle and called the city wall defense command post.

Only when he answered the phone did he know that their two sentinels were dead and a military vehicle was stolen.

So Rooney said to Franklin behind him:

"It seems that we should exercise our muscles tonight before going to drink."

"Those two guys just now? They look a bit sinister. It should be okay to kill them directly, right?"

"No problem, just kill them directly, and I will write the report."

"That's great, just in time to try out my new invention."

"Well, then sit down, I'm going to be a racing driver now, man."

Rooney stepped deeply on the accelerator, the buzzing engine sounded violently, and the wheels were approaching the car in front at a high speed.

After Franklin sat firmly, he put his palms in front of him, slowly opened and clenched them, and an expectant smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

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