Gunfire erupted from the city walls, which would surely alert the garrison inside. Although the garrison numbered less than five thousand, Chen Zhennan was not there to kill anyone. He still needed to hurry in and subdue Ivanov.

Upon hearing this, the team members rushed to the city gate and piled all the grenades from their waists under the gate.

"fry!"

Chen Zhennan shouted, and the team members in front of the gate immediately pulled the pin on the grenade and hurriedly ran to the side of the city wall to take cover.

After waiting for two seconds against the city wall, a loud "boom" rang out, and the heavy city gate was shattered into pieces by the enormous impact of the grenade.

Chen Zhennan shuddered, feeling as if the city wall behind him was about to collapse, and trembled violently.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zhennan turned to look at the city gate. Smoke filled the air, and the city gate had already been opened.

"Notify the brothers behind us to clear out the enemy troops in the streets. The rest of you, follow me straight to the Marshal's Mansion!"

Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, some people hurriedly ran into the woods, while the hundreds of people below the city wall followed closely behind Chen Zhennan and rushed into the city gate.

After rushing through the city gate, Chen Zhennan looked around and saw Slavic soldiers rushing up the stairs toward the city wall.

"Ten brothers, take care of these guys, go up and ask Yan Shiyu what's going on. The rest of you, come with me."

Following Chen Zhennan's words, ten team members stepped forward with submachine guns and rushed up the stairs.

Chen Zhennan led the rest of the group directly towards the city center. Although there was no map, it was obvious that the Marshal's Mansion was located in the very center.

As the intense gunfire continued, more and more Slavic soldiers gradually appeared on the street, and launched an attack as soon as they saw Chen Zhennan and his group.

Chen Zhennan didn't want to kill them, but he had no choice. What was supposed to be a clandestine operation had now become known throughout the city, so he had to resort to force.

"kill!"

Chen Zhennan shouted and decisively pulled the trigger on the soldier in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

A few shots were fired, and the soldiers at the forefront of the city's defenses were instantly felled. The remaining soldiers, before they could even react, grabbed their longswords and sabers and continued to charge forward.

At that moment, the sound of submachine guns rang out, and dense bullets shot out from the muzzles, spitting deadly tongues of fire, knocking down the charging Slavic soldiers one by one.

In almost a single breath, more than a dozen soldiers fell, and the soldiers behind them froze, not daring to take another step forward.

They had never seen the weapons in the hands of Chen Zhennan's special forces before. They didn't even have a chance to fight, and so many of them died. How could the remaining people dare to attack?

Chen Zhennan glanced at them coldly, then pulled the trigger at their feet, firing four or five shots in quick succession.

The bullets hit the ground at their feet, kicking up clouds of dust and creating small craters.

"roll!"

Chen Zhennan shouted loudly, which frightened the city guards into retreating. Although they did not understand what Chen Zhennan meant, after a few seconds of stunned silence, the Slavic soldiers guarding the city turned around and ran away.

"Speed ​​up, faster!"

With that, Chen Zhennan led his team and continued charging towards the city center.

Novgorod is very large. It took Chen Zhennan more than ten minutes to lead his men to the very center. After looking around, they easily found the Marshal's Mansion.

More than a dozen guards, all clad in heavy armor, with broad shoulders, thick waists, and burly builds, stood in front of the Marshal's Mansion.

"Charge in!"

As he spoke, Chen Zhennan raised his hand and fired a shot, a bullet hitting a guard directly in the forehead.

The guards had already spotted Chen Zhennan and his group. Although they were prepared, the sheer power of the pistols still startled them.

Chen Zhennan's teammates picked up their submachine guns and pulled the triggers without hesitation. A volley of bullets shot out, and all the guards in front of the door were shot down to the ground.

"Blow up the door!"

At a command, Chen Zhennan's teammates pulled out grenades, pulled the pins, and sent the grenades flying toward the gate of the Marshal's Mansion like messengers of death.

After several deafening explosions, the massive wooden door was blasted into pieces amidst flames and smoke.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes. He waved his hand and led his team members to rush inside.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion, many Slavic guards were startled by the explosion. Their expressions changed from shock to vigilance, and they quickly picked up their weapons to prepare for battle.

Without the slightest hesitation, a cold glint flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes as he ordered the guns to fire.

"Fire!"

Chen Zhennan's order was like a thunderbolt, and the special forces brothers pulled the triggers one after another, their submachine guns firing bullets that swept through every corner of the Marshal's Mansion like a storm.

The bullets whistled through the air and struck their targets, catching the guards of the Marshal's Mansion off guard as they fell one after another.

The battle erupted in an instant and ended just as quickly. The guards inside the Marshal's Mansion were wiped out like autumn leaves swept away by the special forces' precise strikes.

"Surround the entire Marshal's Mansion, don't miss a single corner!"

Upon hearing this, the team members quickly dispersed like cheetahs, surrounding the entire Marshal's Mansion without leaving a single gap, like a large net being cast to tightly envelop the mansion.

Chen Zhennan led the remaining men to search for Ivanov's whereabouts at lightning speed in the Marshal's Mansion, leaving no stone unturned.

After searching the entire front yard, Chen Zhennan could not find any trace of Ivanov.

Upon searching the backyard, Chen Zhennan finally discovered two drunken figures, one in his forties and the other appearing to be under thirty.

Both men looked drunk and dazed. Chen Zhennan couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He slowly walked up to them, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes as he sized up the two good-for-nothings in front of him.

"It seems we've found tonight's main character."

Chen Zhennan chuckled, his gaze fixed on the older man. He knew without a doubt that this man was Ivanov.

"You...you must be Ivanov? And who are you?"

Chen Zhennan asked the two men what their identities were, but he found that they couldn't understand each other's language; the two men in front of him couldn't understand the language of the Great Yan Dynasty at all.

"It seems we need a translator."

After saying that, Chen Zhennan turned around and shouted to one of his teammates, "Go find Yan Shiyu and tell him to come over here quickly. Then go out and find a Slav who can speak human language."

"yes!"

Chen Zhennan looked at the food and wine on the table and shook his head with a disdainful expression.

"I really don't understand. You think you're qualified to be a marshal? Your Slavic emperor must be blind."

Ivanov and Petrov remained unfazed by Chen Zhennan's taunts, still swaying in place, because they couldn't understand what Chen Zhennan was saying at all.

About fifteen minutes later, the back door was suddenly pushed open, and Yan Shiyu walked in with two Slavs.

"General, did you call me?"