Members: UMP9, HK416, G11.
"Count the ammunition." A cold female voice.
At this moment, she was standing on a hill not far from the Prancing Pony Inn, her eyes scanning the distance. It is worth mentioning that there was a scar on her left eye.
Tactical humanoids are actually intelligent machines with human appearance, and without exception, they all look like girls.
A lazy voice came from the agreement: "Can I take a nap first? The grass here is so comfortable." G11 loves sleeping, even to the point of obsession, but this is related to her lazy personality.
She could have just sent a message, but she still sent her emotions.
UMP45, who was sorting her equipment on the hill, heard this and replied, "Go ahead and sleep if you want. HK416 will do your job for you anyway."
"I won't, G11. If you dare to sleep, I will tear you apart when I get back. We must complete the mission assigned by the commander." HK416 was in another direction at this time.
UMP45, perched on the hill, couldn't hear the response from UMP9, the last member of the team. But she remained calm, gathering her things in an orderly manner as she casually began to give instructions: "This time, our enemies are supernatural creatures known as the Ringwraiths. According to the information provided by the commander, physical attacks might be difficult to kill them. Consequently, their physical combat abilities probably aren't very strong, but some are said to possess magical abilities."
"Yes." HK416 took over the conversation. They were now using a short-range communication device. "He also said that if they encounter the Witch-king, the leader of the Ringwraiths, escape will be their only chance. Our mission is not to defeat them, but to kill the warhorses so that Miss Jeanne, who has limited mobility, can keep up with them."
UMP45 smiled. "Ah, we just met. You're calling me Commander all the time, Miss HK416."
"Hmph." HK416 had no intention of arguing with her.
Seeing her taunts were ineffective, UMP45 put away her cynical expression. To her, this was also a challenge: "I never thought that my first battle for my new employer would be against something like this."
G11's voice came: "If it's a ghost, it can probably fly."
"Unfortunately, no. According to the information provided by Bai Hua, they cannot fly without a mount, but they still seem to have many strange abilities." HK416 changed his tone.
UMP45 curled her lips and pulled down her night vision goggles. "That's why I hate this kind of thing. Everyone, enter the village and wait for the 9 to mark the enemy's position."
On the street outside the village, Joan of Arc stood in the middle of the road, holding the flagpole. Bai Hua told her to just wait here. Although she didn't know why, as the opponent's subordinate, it was always right to obey orders.
When she opened her eyes from the stake, she was in this village. Although she learned of her own death from Bai Hua, it was not bad now. She had not been hungry for the past two days.
The banner in his hand, the white plate armor on his body, and the sword at his waist were all familiar yet unfamiliar. It felt as if a special power existed within him. Just like the points of light dancing around him at this moment, they weren't creatures like fireflies, but simply "points of light," intangible, yet they would be pushed away by his hands, yet unwilling to leave his side.
Her blue eyes moved to the other side of the road. It seemed that something exploded. Was it a cannon?
A powerful flash of light rose from a village not far away, and the unusual flash of light could be vaguely seen even from several kilometers away.
Then, strange sounds as dense as drumbeats rang out, including the neighing of war horses, the clash of armor, and heavy breathing.
The flag was raised, and the somewhat silly village girl stood in the middle of the road. She didn't know who the enemy was, nor did she know why the two sides were fighting, because Bai Hua's magic power could only support her for one night, and she only knew that no enemy could pass through here.
G11 stood on the top of the hill and fired. The continuous three-point shooting quickly killed five war horses accurately. Then she jumped back and jumped off the hill.
Holding the gun, she hid in the bushes: "This... passes." She fell into a deep sleep.
HK416 leaped from rooftop to rooftop, closely following the five Black Knights. As a tactical humanoid, leaping several meters was not impossible for them, and they could easily perform many maneuvers that even humans could not achieve. But even so, she still struggled to keep up with the Ringwraiths.
Their faces were as pale as those of the dead, their gray hair covered with silver helmets, and their black cloaks were covered with gray robes, from which their bony arms stretched out, tightly grasping steel swords. They also had powerful mobility.
"A crown! UMP45, it's a crown. The Witch-King of Angmar is among them."
UMP45 was not far ahead: "They're turning left, HK416, grenades."
HK416 has been a partner for many years and has already prepared a single-soldier grenade to launch.
The flames seemed to have an effect on them, and the flames from the grenade explosions forced them to continue running on the main road.
Walk a little further ahead and you will reach the foot of the mountain where Joan of Arc is.
As the golden light rang out, the battle began. Although HK416 and UMP45 wanted to help, the Ringwraiths were indeed difficult to kill with guns, and their shooting could only restrict their movements.
Joan of Arc waved her flag like a spear and fought. She was not a saint known for her combat experience, nor did she know magic, and she had only a few years of combat experience in her life.
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