Warlord

At dawn, the sound of the caravan’s advance broke the silence of the morning. Two armored chariots, one in front and one behind, guarded an old black sedan, followed by a large truck carrying soldiers. When the attachment appeared at the entrance to Windmill Town, the sheriff, who had heard the commotion and wanted to see what was going on, decided to drop back into bed.

Windmill Town had less than a hundred members of the security forces, each led by five magistrates and each led by a team of about twenty. The security forces were armed with the conventional rifles of the old era, and they couldn’t even use microphones. The crude firearms here were enough to maintain a small town of nearly a thousand people, but they were absolutely incomparable to the soldiers carrying anti-aircraft guns outside or the truck full of regular soldiers who were brimming with killing intent.

The Public Security Officer’s decision was undoubtedly wise and wise. If these people wanted to harm Border Town, then even if they resisted, it would not change the fact in the slightest. From the looks of this convoy, they were here for someone.

The sheriff wanted to blow his brains out. He didn’t know if there was anyone in the town who needed him to put in so much effort. In the eyes of this man in his forties, this convoy already possessed the strength to flatten a small base. If they were to use it against a single person, wouldn’t it be too extravagant?

Through the glass of the window, the sheriff saw the convoy look in the direction of the hotel on the road of no return. It made him remember at once that there were two girls in the hotel. The hotel, which had a very unlucky name, had very few guests, so the sheriff remembered it very clearly. The two girls had come to Windmill Town three days before, and the younger of the two would dance in the Waterwheel on the night of the younger.

But last night, there was another male guest at the hotel, and from his return with the two girls, the three of them were old acquaintances.

While the Public Security Officer was considering if he should bring his lackeys to the town to play, the sound of a convoy could be heard from the hotel room where Zero was staying.

The ground shook slightly from the crushing pressure of the vehicle. Frowning, he pushed a sniper bullet into Colt’s chamber and stuck his head out of the window, fully equipped and self-checked. Therefore, Zero saw a corner of the street. First, an armored chariot drove in, and then a black car. The car was familiar to Zero, and suddenly he remembered Sauron’s old ride.

Immediately, Zero knew what had happened.