The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 286 Kill those damned lamppost ornaments!

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling about?"

"Hurry up, don't tell me you don't even know if you're a man or a woman!"

"Holy crap, bro... no, auntie! You're really a woman?"

It's unclear whether that player got so into the game that he started playing the role of a bank robber, even chatting enthusiastically with a group of nobles in front of him.

He was especially startled by the guy that all the players thought was a man, but who ended up on the women's team.

There's no way around it; he's a full 1.8 meters tall, weighs at least 300 kilograms, and even has a few barely noticeable tufts of mustache on his chin.

Faced with such a rugged person, even if he were wearing a women's dress, people would still think he was a cross-dresser!

"Hey, I mean... we didn't come here to rob a bank, did we?"

Seeing that guy start snatching the gold watches and rings from the group in front of him, another player poked him in the waist with a submachine gun and said.

Despite being dressed in black and wearing masks (gas masks), their appearance was nowhere near that of bank robbers.

After all, what bank robbers carry a light machine gun, or even an AT cannon and a grenade launcher?
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't use any vehicles during this operation, I guarantee that some players would have captured a factory nearby first, and then sent out a squad of tanks to work!

"Oh, right, right, I almost forgot about the important matter!"

The player who was so engrossed in the heist finally remembered what their mission was all about.

So, while putting away the pocket watch and ring he had snatched, he asked the crowd:

"Very well, now I have a question: where are the real protagonists of this banquet, those grain merchants, hiding now?"

The nobles who couldn't understand Black Hawk language were still completely bewildered by these words, but the nobles who could understand it immediately sold them out without hesitation.

"In the back, in the small reception room, they were all with Count Dakov..."

The player nodded in satisfaction, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Hehe, not bad, you guys know what's good for you, you really didn't lie to us!"

Just as he was speaking, several players rushed towards the small meeting room.

Even without asking the nobles in front of them, they knew exactly where their mission objective was; after all, they had a mini-map.

Although their minimap couldn't pinpoint the specific mission objective, they had already sealed off the entire perimeter of the mansion, with several snipers positioned in different locations, making it impossible for the enemy to escape.

In that case, they must be hiding somewhere in this mansion, most likely in the small reception room at the back.

Hearing what the player said, the noble who had previously betrayed his teammate couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

They came here to find grain merchants, mainly to sell their own grain and try to get a good price so they could make a profit.

They're not stupid. They can maintain good relationships with business partners normally, but when it comes to a life-or-death situation like this, how could they risk their lives for money?

After the players left, several nobles couldn't help but frown.

One of them cautiously said to his companion:

"Something's not right. These guys don't seem like Black Hawk soldiers to me, and it's too strange for Black Hawk soldiers to appear in a place like this..."

"I had a contradictory impression of them. From their operational methods and weapon usage, they were definitely very elite soldiers, and their behavior in all aspects was very efficient."

"But listening to them talk, I felt they weren't soldiers. Soldiers wouldn't be so talkative."

The more the Cambrian nobleman talked, the stranger he felt. It was precisely because he could understand the Black Hawk language that he felt there were many things that were not right.

These guys are way too relaxed and carefree. Even if they're absolutely certain they'll succeed in this mission, they shouldn't be acting like this.

Such behavior is inconsistent with the Black Hawk Empire's strict requirements for its soldiers. Perhaps soldiers from the relatively lax United States of the Stars, or the equally free and undisciplined Iris Empire, might exhibit similar behavior.

"Forget it, stop thinking about it and just stay put!"

"Don't provoke them! If they suddenly open fire, we're finished!"

Another nobleman nearby shook his head, showing little interest in such reasoning.

Although he was also curious about the identities of these people, he knew that now was not the time to satisfy his curiosity.

These people seem to be after the grain merchants, but who can guarantee they won't suddenly turn against you?
Meanwhile, in the small reception room.

The colonel of the special forces drew his pistol and carefully took cover in a corner. The other special forces soldiers and bodyguards also found places to hide, preparing for a desperate battle.

"All of you, lie down! Don't stand up! Those guys are definitely suspicious. They're not Black Hawk soldiers!"

The colonel of the special forces said in a low voice. Although he could hear the unrestrained Black Hawk language outside through the not-so-soundproof walls, he was certain that these people were not Black Hawk soldiers based on the previous combat patterns.

The Black Hawk Commando has commando tactics, but their commandos mostly use grenades to clear a path and rarely throw smoke grenades around.

Meanwhile, the Black Hawk Army would not carry out such a high-profile operation in enemy-occupied territory; they would only use snipers for assassinations. Losing dozens of elite soldiers in this way would be a huge waste of military resources.

He squinted and couldn't help but start thinking.

At a time like this, who would suddenly choose to take action against grain merchants?
But after just a moment's thought, he came up with a whole host of random possibilities, because these grain merchants were just too hateful.

It's unlikely that the Tsar would take action against them, since he sent himself to negotiate with them. If he wanted to take action, General Beria wouldn't have given him that mission.

Although many nobles were in cahoots with them, it wasn't impossible for them to take action against the nobles.

After all, there is also competition among nobles. Perhaps these grain merchants did not treat everyone equally when buying grain, thus angering some nobles?

And then there are the Red Secret Society, who are not without the possibility of taking action.

The actions of these grain merchants are truly detrimental to the interests of ordinary citizens in Moscow. Given their usual stance, they should not stand idly by while ordinary citizens are in dire straits.

But then he reconsidered and excluded the Red Secret Party.

In most cases, these people will not use methods such as assassination, unless they are forced to retaliate.

More importantly, they could not possibly arm such a well-equipped elite commando unit in Moscow.

If they really had a way to transport these weapons and equipment in, they should have transported some more important items first, such as radios and medicines.

Unless they wanted to fight in the city, how could they possibly bring in so much heavy weaponry?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Before he could give the order, bodyguards armed with submachine guns opened fire on the door.

chug chug!
It has to be said that the enemy who just charged in was far too careless, actually rushing straight towards the door. This alone is inconsistent with the Black Hawk Army's disciplined style.

Without a doubt, this burst of bullets had riddled the enemy with holes on the spot.

Judging from the sounds of people falling outside, it seemed that some enemies had been killed, but the group of useless nobles suddenly screamed, so much so that the colonel of the special forces could not make out any more details.

Just as he was trying to hear more of the enemy's movements, a huge explosion suddenly rang out.

One player stopped in his tracks when he saw his teammate get shot down by bullets from behind the door before he could even open it.

While mocking the careless guy in the chat area, he quickly lay down on the ground, set up his AT gun, and fired an armor-piercing round at the wall in front of him.

Armor-piercing rounds capable of penetrating 20mm homogeneous armor easily pierced the wall in front of them, instantly creating a large hole in it.

A bodyguard hiding behind the wall was shot through the chest by an armor-piercing bullet, his body being split in two.

Before the other bodyguards could react, more armor-piercing rounds shot out along the wall, taking down the guy hiding behind it once again.

That reckless guy got killed by the enemy; he really brought it on himself.

Even though they could clearly see the enemy's hiding place on the minimap, he still rushed straight towards the door, which can only be described as being a bit too overconfident.

Two armor-piercing rounds were fired in quick succession, and a large section of the wall collapsed. Before the bodyguards inside could recover from the horrific scene, smoke grenades were thrown in.

As white smoke billowed up, the grain merchant in the reception room let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

This was the first time they had ever seen such a scene. They were stunned until the smoke brought them back to their senses.

Seeing the smoke and fire in front of them, they thought the house was on fire and tried to climb out as fast as they could, using both hands and feet.

The chaotic footsteps and a burst of intense gunfire made the group of useless people quickly lie back down on the ground.

Feeling bullets flying overhead, and even occasionally having an armor-piercing round blasted in, the grain merchants trembled with fear and ran away in terror.

The phrase "completely terrified" here is not an exaggeration, but a literal description.

I don't know why these pampered guys are so timid; they were so scared that their bodies wouldn't obey them.

Thankfully, the players didn't activate their sense of smell in the game, so they didn't notice the strange odor permeating the room. Otherwise, these players might have immediately started using flamethrowers!
In the smoke, the players transformed into demons of the smoke, and neither the special forces soldiers nor the bodyguards hired by the grain merchants knew how to deal with such tactics.

They dared not fire indiscriminately, fearing they might accidentally hit their own men, but the volleys of bullets coming from the smoke took them down one after another.

A burly man roared, drew his dagger, and lunged at the dark figure in front of him, but the player aimed his shotgun directly at him and pulled the trigger hard.

With one shot, the burly man's chest was riddled with holes, and his body fell heavily backward.

After firing the shot, the player even stylishly twirled the shotgun, then said in a deliberately profound tone:
"Heh, seven paces away, the gun is fast! Within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast!"

"Stop showing off, hurry up, where are our mission objectives?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Colonel Yurten, who rushed in with a submachine gun, couldn't help but kick his teammate in front of him.

These guys threw a bunch of smoke grenades, making the scene in front of us almost impossible to discern.

They've already taken out all the standing enemies, so why are there still so many little red dots on the map?
"Stand up! Tell me, who are you?"

Suddenly, one of the players noticed the colonel of the special forces huddled in the corner and unceremoniously pulled him up.

At this moment, the colonel's face was contorted with rage as he clutched his arm in pain, the pistol he had been carrying with him now nowhere to be found.

Just now, as he was about to fire, a shotgun shell, seemingly out of nowhere, struck his arm, nearly severing his right arm in two.

The intense pain caused him to let out a muffled groan. Even though he had received specialized training in interrogation, he found it difficult to remain silent under such pain.

When he heard the fluent Blackhawk question, he suddenly noticed the thick smoke in front of him and the soldiers emerging from it, looking like demons.

"Devils in the smoke! You...you are soldiers of the Vorontsov family!"

In that instant, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought of the reverent way the Black Hawk Army addressed Andrei.

Andrei's soldiers seemed to be particularly skilled at using smoke grenades, always appearing and disappearing with them to kill the enemy, thus earning them the nickname "Smoke Demons".

Although these soldiers could all speak fluent Black Hawk language, their classic combat style revealed their identities!

The player was somewhat surprised to hear this.

"Hey, you have a good eye. Who are you, kid?"

The colonel of the special forces did not reveal his identity, but instead looked at the player with an incredulous expression and asked:

"You're insane! You're all utterly insane! How dare Vorontsov?"

"Just because of a group of grain merchants, he actually dared to send such a commando unit to Moscow? Do you want to rebel?"

At this time, why would they suddenly appear here if not for the sake of these grain merchants?
The colonel of the special forces was not surprised that the Vorontsov family wanted to kill the grain merchants, because he himself had the urge to kill these heartless devils who devoured people without spitting out the bones!

But he couldn't understand how much Vorontsov must hate these grain merchants to go to such lengths to kill them.
Mingming could have easily sent a single elite veteran with a sniper rifle to snipe them all out at home, but instead, dozens of soldiers have been brought in with long guns and short cannons, including several machine guns and small artillery pieces!
This is absolutely insane! With that kind of power, they could easily find an opportunity to assassinate the Tsar!
In the end, it was all just to deal with a bunch of grain merchants?
Seeing that he couldn't get anything useful out of the questions, or rather, couldn't get any side quests or clues, the player lost interest in continuing to communicate with this seemingly extraordinary guy.

After throwing him to the ground, the player casually fired a burst of bullets, ending the suffering of this special forces officer.

Meanwhile, Colonel Yurten finally found the grain merchants huddled together on the ground.

"I mean... does this game really have to make the NPCs' begging postures look this realistic?"

Seeing these grain merchants all huddled under the dining table, each one excreting and urinating, Colonel Yurten couldn't help but feel disgusted and complained.

He had imagined what kind of begging gestures the NPCs in the game would make, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a disgusting scene!

To be honest, this scene looks rather filthy!
"Well, I was wondering why I couldn't find these guys after searching for so long. Turns out they were all hiding under the table!"

Hao Nan leaned over and said excitedly, while also being puzzled.

Why didn't he look down at it before?

As we all know, most players don't look at their feet or the ceiling when playing games, especially after they've just thrown a smoke grenade. Under the smoke, these grain merchants lying on the ground are actually more concealed.

However, the red dots marked on the minimap revealed their location, and if it weren't for players' habitual thinking, they would have been found long ago.

A grain merchant, who had overheard the colonel of the special forces saying this, wept bitterly and said:

"Please...please don't kill me! I'll give you double the money Vorontsov paid you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a player standing nearby walked over with a pistol and casually said:
"Tsk, you can't even use your brain. You've already said it was the Vorontsov family who did it, what can we do? Do you expect us to believe in your ability to keep secrets?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he pressed a pistol against the man's forehead and shot the mission target dead.

Seeing this, the other grain merchants quickly started shouting, all expressing their opinions:

We have plenty of money to buy our freedom. We've never even heard of the Vorontsov family, let alone know them!
But as soon as he finished speaking, the player revealed a wicked smile.

"What the hell? You don't even recognize the famous Vorontsov family? You dare to say you're from the Cambrian Empire?"

"Kid, you're probably not a spy sent by the Black Hawk Empire, are you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another gunshot rang out.

"Stop! Don't do this! We're just a group of merchants, this is all market forces..." one of the grain merchants pleaded tearfully, but as soon as he finished speaking, the player sneered angrily.

"Very well, Hayek's big hands, huh? Don't worry, after you die, I promise I'll hang you all on the streetlights outside. It's time for you to see the sans-culottes' big hands!"

boom! boom! boom!
No matter how much the grain merchants pleaded or cursed the group, the player showed no mercy.

Even Count Dakov, who colluded with them and joined forces with a group of grain merchants to frantically inflate grain prices, could not escape the players' wrath.

Since you all love grains so much, I guarantee there will be plenty of peanuts!

A loaf of bread can sell for 50 rubles?
They simply couldn't imagine what they would dare to do next!

Outside of the game, they don't have firsthand experience while watching short videos, so they don't really understand much about it and just treat it as a meme.

But when they walked the streets of Moscow and saw the emaciated civilians and the people who had starved to death on the roadside, they felt as if a fire was burning in their hearts!

These grain merchants sell a loaf of bread for 500,000 rubles, and then casually toss the same loaf to their pet dogs, or even just use it to wipe their mouths while eating!
How can they do this to those people who are starving to death outside?
The people outside were starving, yet this group held an extremely lavish banquet, carelessly discarding all kinds of food and taking extravagance to the extreme!

Faced with this scene, players felt that none of them deserved sympathy.

These beasts in human skin, they all deserve to die!

After dealing with these guys, a player suddenly stepped forward and asked Colonel Yurten, their leader:

"Boss, speaking of which, what should we do with those noble gentlemen outside? Those fat pigs are still standing there!"

Colonel Yurten snorted coldly, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Is that even a question? Just shoot them all and be done with it!"

"None of those who rushed over at a time like this are innocent. The price of grain outside has been driven up so high, and it's not just these grain merchants who are profiting. They raised the price many times over from the very beginning when they started selling grain to the grain merchants!"

"Without a doubt, they are also the culprits!"

The other players nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

However, one player hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask:
"But then again, these people are also from the Cambrian Empire, so they should be on our side, right?"

"Now that the mission is complete, is there a possibility that we might get banned by the GM for attacking someone from our own faction?"

But before he could finish speaking, Colonel Yurten waved his hand and said:
"Who's on their side? Besides, if this game bans accounts for something like this, then it just means this game is trash!"

"I came here to play games to have fun, not to put up with these fat, aristocratic pigs!"

He rushed out as soon as he finished speaking.

Outside, a group of noblemen and women huddled together in a corner, each looking extremely awkward.

On the one hand, they wanted to maintain their aristocratic demeanor at this time, so they all put on airs and insisted on keeping a respectable air.

On the other hand, they were trembling with fear as they listened to the screams, pleas for mercy, and continuous gunshots coming from inside.

Upon seeing a player emerge, a nobleman adjusted his bow tie and, feigning authority, spoke in Blackhawk English:
"Enough, you thugs! It's time to stop your evil deeds!"

"The people you were supposed to kill have already been killed. Now leave immediately. It won't be long before the grain merchants' henchmen and the military police arrive, and then none of you will be able to escape!"

He had barely finished speaking when another person, seemingly emboldened by the lead, also mustered his courage, raised his head high, and said:

"Yes, so why don't you leave here right away? If you don't leave, the Imperial soldiers will hunt you down like stray dogs!"

Faced with this group of fools who were about to die but didn't even realize it, Colonel Yurten had no desire to communicate with them, as if saying even one more word to them would be an insult to his intelligence.

He simply waved to the people behind him and then left.

Upon seeing this, the nobles assumed that the thugs dressed as Black Hawk soldiers were about to leave, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they believed that their noble status should be able to intimidate them, who knew if these guys would suddenly go crazy?
But at that moment, they suddenly saw:

Another soldier carrying a light machine gun with a huge drum magazine walked over, silently stood opposite them, and then pointed the machine gun at them.

To their disbelief, a continuous storm of metal shot into the crowd, instantly unleashing a bloody storm.

The player remained silent, simply holding the trigger and firing continuously until the machine gun overheated.

Then he pulled out his pistol, aimed at the few guys on the ground who weren't quite dead yet, and fired a shot at each of their heads.

After finishing off the enemy, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, damn it, that feels so good!"

"If there were a few minors mixed in with these nobles, I might not have been able to make a move, but everyone standing here is a bunch of fat, arrogant old men, so I have absolutely no moral qualms!"

A player next to him shrugged and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, this game should have protection for minors. We can't even change our skin to look like minors, let alone actually do it."

"But it seems that our game really does consider these guys as enemies. There was no warning when we killed them, and we even got extra merit points!"

In fact, if we follow Andrei's initial faction divisions, the players' current actions do indeed constitute a massacre of their own faction.

However, when Andrei, far away in Volkhov, saw what these nobles were doing in Moscow and saw the players' chat messages, he immediately removed their faction markers.

What kind of monsters and demons are these?
These bastards, do they even deserve to be on my side?
Honestly, when Andrei saw what they were doing in Moscow, he had an urge to personally pull out his gun and slaughter them!
Damn it, I'm so worried about the food problem here in Petrograd that I'm losing my hair.

As a result, they made food prices so high in Moscow, where food is not scarce at all, and at the same time, they even blocked my food supply!
Hey!
If Andrei had previously thought that sending players to initiate an operation was somewhat impulsive, now he no longer felt that he was being impulsive at all.

He only regretted that when he reached the city of Volkhov, he didn't send players to wipe out these guys in one fell swoop. Instead, he let them live a little longer and wasted so much food!
At Count Dakov's mansion, a sniper player waiting outside suddenly sounded an alarm:
"Wait a minute, I suddenly see a large armed force heading this way. There seem to be a lot of them, at least several hundred!"

Colonel Yurten raised an eyebrow, asking with slight surprise:

"What's going on? We haven't been here for more than ten minutes, have we? Did the military police send people over so quickly?"

This was different from what he had estimated. Even if he considered the Cambrian Empire's military police to be as elite as possible, they shouldn't have sent additional forces within 15 minutes, let alone hundreds of them at once.

Hundreds of people gathered at once, and in such a short time, they were probably still busy counting heads.

"They shouldn't be military police. They look more like gang members to me. They all have scarves around their necks and are wearing small berets!"

The sniper player observed the situation while aiming, then took out the leader of the group with a single shot.

"I understand now. If I'm not mistaken, they must be members of the grain gang, which are basically thugs hired by these grain merchants!"

Colonel Yurten, recalling the information he had previously gathered, casually remarked:
"These fat pigs know that what they've done is so hated, so they've hired a large number of thugs for themselves."

"It's really interesting that they would rather spend a lot of money to support a large number of thugs every year than reduce their profits a little and then give themselves a relatively better reputation."

As Hao Nan switched his weapon to a heavy-firepower MG18 light machine gun, he chuckled and made sarcastic remarks:
"What's so strange about that? Capitalists would rather dump unsold milk into the river than share it. Isn't that perfectly normal?"

"Charge! Charge! Kill these guys, then we'll fight our way out!"

Now that the current task has been completed, there's no need for the player to stay here any longer.

Although some players had previously cosplayed as bank robbers, they weren't really interested in the wealth here.

This game isn't about exchanging money for items; it's about earning merit points. What good is money if they steal it?

Andrei: You guys are useless, but I am useful!
The sniper, who had just fired two shots, looked at the grain gang members with a hint of doubt. He had really overestimated the quality of these guys.

Clearly, he was misled by the reckless gangsters in some games and forgot that this is Moscow, not Gotham.

With the idea of ​​capturing the leader first, he took down the two leaders on the other side with two shots. As a result, this group of hundreds of guys all fell to the ground in a flash.

Compared to the tactically rigorous Black Hawk soldiers who knew to quickly find cover and form crossfire to counterattack, these guys lying on the ground were practically no different from ostriches burying their heads in the sand.

After a few more shots, the player easily racked up several more kills.

"Oh my god, retreat! Retreat now! The wind's blowing hard, get out of here!"

"I must have run into a ghost today. Our boss must have offended a master. Where did this sharpshooter come from?"

Despite having several hundred people, these gang thugs were all terrified.

They had been waiting outside to prevent their boss from getting into trouble inside, but the sudden burst of gunfire made them realize that something was wrong at the mansion.

They rushed here as fast as they could, thinking there had been another riot, but when they arrived, they found that it seemed there was a sudden war going on!
Neither the mansion shrouded in smoke in the distance, nor the deadly gunman who could be killed with a single bullet, were things they could not handle!

They don't think much of it when it comes to suppressing rioting civilians, but they wouldn't dare to fight regular soldiers!

Unfortunately, before they could escape the sharpshooter's gun, players rushed out of the mansion and set up machine guns.

The two players positioned one on the left and one on the right, and two light machine guns quickly formed a crossfire, opening fire on the group.

Although these thugs actually had quite a few guns, how could their small pistols possibly withstand the firepower of the two MG18s in front of them?
Two blazing metal chains instantly knocked down countless people, and also terrified the other thugs on the spot.

Some people were yelling and begging for mercy, but the players completely ignored them.

If we're talking about other gangs that are forced to resort to piracy to make a living because they're starving, then some players might think they don't deserve to die.

But how can these guys accept money from unscrupulous people and help unscrupulous merchants bully ordinary people?

Kill them all, otherwise they'll be letting down all those starving, frail civilians outside!
Despite having fewer than a tenth the number of players compared to their opponents, the scene before them was nothing more than a one-sided massacre in the face of the players' terrifying firepower.

After dealing with these people, the player ran away as fast as possible.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they quickly disguised themselves as civilians and then scattered to various places.

After quite some time, military police finally arrived in a truck, swaying and rattling.

When they saw the bloody scene, many military police officers couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"This is insane, damn it, this is insane! Who did this?"

"What happened? Who broke in here and started this killing spree?"

The streets outside were already littered with corpses. When they entered the mansion and saw the noblemen who had been killed by machine gun fire, many of the military police looked as if they had lost their parents.

An officer quickly grabbed a surviving servant in the mansion and angrily questioned him.

"Sir...I don't know what's going on either!"

"We were having a banquet when suddenly a group of Black Hawk soldiers rushed in, armed with rifles and cannons, killing anyone they saw, and that's how this happened!"

The servant trembled, still unable to understand what had happened; his mind was completely blank.

"Black Hawk soldiers? How do you know they are Black Hawk soldiers?"

"Those people were wearing Black Hawk soldier uniforms and gas masks, and they seemed to be speaking the language of the Black Hawk Empire, but I couldn't understand what they were saying."

After asking around for a while, the officer didn't get anything useful out of him, so he simply waved to the soldiers outside and said:

"Take them all away and take them back to headquarters for questioning!"

"Damn it, how could so many Black Hawk soldiers have infiltrated Moscow?"

At the same time, a large number of military police immediately began patrolling the entire area and imposed martial law on the whole of Moscow.

If it were just a few guards and a large number of gang members who died, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

However, in this incident, they lost hundreds of middle and lower-class nobles, and several ancient families even went extinct as a result!
The Cambrian Empire had not lost so many nobles in a long time, and this incident enraged them.

A group of noblemen screamed angrily as if their feet had been stepped on, shouting that they must catch the murderer and tear him to pieces!

Unfortunately, even with martial law in place and a city-wide search underway, the military police still had a hard time locating the player's exact position.

Because of its basic skin, it's too easy for players to dodge.

Even if their whereabouts are suspicious and they are discovered by patrolling military police, they only need to quickly find a secluded place to switch skins and then switch back, which is equivalent to refreshing their identity and giving themselves a new persona.

So after all that trouble, the military police ended up with nothing.

Colonel Yurten was also busy; his execution ability was terrifying.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he led several players to raid the headquarters of the Grain Gang, taking all the cash they could carry and quickly acquiring several properties.

These properties are not in valuable locations; their main characteristic is that they are remote enough that almost no one would visit them.

After securing these locations, the colonel went directly to the player trading channel, spent some merit points to buy several flags from other players, and then planted them inside these houses.

In this way, he set these houses as respawn points, giving them a place in Moscow where they could respawn and refresh.

This means that if Andrei wants to launch any operation against Moscow in the future, he can immediately bring out a large number of players from these respawn points.

He can issue a mission that allows players to strike Moscow at top speed.

After taking care of everything, Colonel Yurten felt much better and was no longer as depressed as he had been at the beginning.

He suddenly couldn't help but complain to his teammates in the same guild:

"Damn it! After coming to Moscow, I suddenly have less confidence in the Cambrian Empire's ability to win."

"Before this, I thought the nobles here were all like Andrei, organizing armies to resist invasions, finding ways to raise food, even having people distribute relief on the streets, and studying how to improve workers' conditions..."

Before he could finish speaking, another player in the guild couldn't help but complain:

"Boss, think about what you're saying!"

"Even if you think about it with your ass, you can guess that Andrei is a breath of fresh air among the nobles. You can guess that normal nobles aren't like this, right?"

(End of this chapter)