The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel Chapter 884: Under the Wall of Saint Marlene

Hearing this, Dinger couldn't help but frowned. "That news" meant that the Sixth Army led by Dylan was completely annihilated in Enzos, but at the same time, it blew up Cornflower Avenue, blocking the attack route of the Yan people.

However, the highest level of martial law will never be issued easily unless it is absolutely necessary, because "martial law" itself has the characteristic of making the people panic. Dinger frowned and looked at the guard with some confusion:

"The highest level of martial law?"

The guard explained expressionlessly: "Yes."

"After the news spread, in the city..."

Just as the guard said this, shouts suddenly came from the street in the distance. Dingle looked up and saw a man running wildly out from behind a house.

The man was disheveled, his thin clothes were stained with blood, and he was running around screaming.

"Stop! You bastard!"

Along with shouting and cursing, several soldiers in leather jackets jumped out from the alley behind the house. As soon as Dingle saw the soldiers' attire, he realized that something was unusual.

Those soldiers in leather jackets wore armbands embroidered with hexagram patterns on their shoulders, and their leather hats also had a very conspicuous "Imperial Eagle" logo. They were von Palen's direct guards, the Storm Special Combat Team.

They are under the jurisdiction of "Bloody Hand" Bormann. In addition to serving as the emperor's guards, they will also go out to perform missions during special periods. Once they are dispatched, they will have supreme power. Even the guards of Salivia, including those senior generals, have no right to interfere with any of their actions.

Every time the Storm Special Combat Team is deployed, it means a thorough purge, and many people will suffer.

In addition to being extremely cruel in purging hostile forces, the Storm Special Combat Team is also equally ruthless in treating some of their own people who "have made mistakes."

Anyone who was taken away by the Storm Special Combat Team never appeared again, even the sinners' family members.

In addition, these "disappeared" people are truly "disappeared". Whether they are his former colleagues, neighbors, or anyone who knows him, they are not allowed to talk about these people anymore, as if they had never existed.

It is for this reason that Dingle has never had a good impression of the Storm Special Forces.

Now, although Dingle didn't know what the escaped man had done, he knew that the man was doomed to die. He didn't pay too much attention to it and continued to move forward with the guards.

But after he had taken a few steps, there was a "bang" and the fleeing man was thrown to the ground, letting out a shrill howl.

"Let me go, let me go, I'm not..."

"Shut up! You damn Kosovo rebel!"

"Wow, I...you are wrong, I...I am not...not Kosovo..."

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

"Hold his arms, hold him down!"

Hearing the continuous noise, Dingle turned his head and looked over there.

The scene that came into view was two special warfare soldiers pressing the man's arms with their knees. The man had been punched in the left eye and blood was flowing from his eye socket, but he was still struggling.

A special warfare soldier was standing with his left foot raised, which made Dingle's pupils shrink, because he could even see a slightly raised iron block embedded in the heel of the soldier's leather boots.

He seemed to be about to step down and put his heavy leather boot, which was inlaid with iron, on the man's mouth.

"I'm not, I'm not..." the man struggled and cried.

And the next second.

There was a "bang" sound.

Dingle's breathing tightened unconsciously, his eyelids blinked instantly, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The man's cries stopped after the special forces soldier stepped on him and turned into an inaudible groan, because his mouth had been crushed by the kick, turning it into a bloody pool of rotten flesh.

The special warfare soldiers did not stop, but instead used the tips of their shoes to kick the man's body. Their faces were grim, and they kicked and cursed:

"Asshole! You stinking rat!"

"You are such a dirty guy! Your blood is different from ours, and you still say you are not a Kosovo rebel!"

"Want to run? Run into the sewer and hide?!"

"It's no use hiding in the sewers. As long as you're inside the walls of Saint Marlene, you can't escape! Bastards!"

Dingle was ready to leave. He didn't want to have anything to do with this arrest. But after hearing the words "As long as you are inside the wall of Saint Marlene, you can't escape", he inexplicably felt a strong displeasure, even - anger.

"Are you arresting rebels?"

Dingle suddenly turned around and shouted to the soldiers of the combat team, and his action immediately made the soldiers with him feel nervous.

The guard leading the way hurriedly whispered, "Sir, you'd better not..."

But before he could finish his words, Dingle had already walked towards them, because the soldiers of the combat team ignored Dingle.

"Are you catching the rebels?" Dingle asked again.

A soldier from the combat team turned his head to look at Dingle, wiping the blood splattered from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve while speaking, and his eyes had already swept over Dingle's epaulettes.

"You have no right to ask." He said expressionlessly.

"I heard you are arresting the rebels, but since it is a capture operation, he will die soon if you beat him like this. How can you pry out his accomplices from a dead man's mouth?" Dinger stood straight, staring at the special forces soldier with an extremely conspicuous hooked nose.

As these words fell, the special forces soldiers who were kicking and fighting stopped and looked at Dingle.

The beaten man couldn't even curl up. He lay on the ground motionless like a ball of torn cotton wool, but very faint groans could still be heard.

The hook-nosed soldier turned his head to look at the man, then turned his head to look at Dingle again. After staring at Dingle's face for a few seconds, he confirmed Dingle's identity, so he grinned and said:

"Colonel Dingle, you are worthy of being the best graduate of the Salvia Military Academy. It seems that in addition to your profound knowledge of military affairs, you are also very familiar with the interrogation process."

"Thank you for your suggestion, we will consider it."

At this point, the hook-nosed man smiled and stretched out his hand, saying:

"But now, please leave immediately and don't disturb our work."

Dingle looked at the smiling hook-nosed man, but felt uncomfortable all over. He glanced at the man lying on the ground. After looking at him for a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at the closed windows on both sides of the street. Then he spoke:

"We need to have solid evidence before arresting him, and the interrogation should also be followed up immediately, instead of beating him up on the street."

At this point, Dingle pointed to the second-floor window of a house, but his eyes were looking at the hooked nose:

“This will have a very bad impact.”

"Also, the Wall of Saint Marlene is used to protect us, not as..."

Having said that, Hooked Nose nodded at Dingle with a smile on his face. Dingle stopped talking, glared at Hooked Nose, and turned away.

"Oh!"

As soon as he took a step, Dingle heard kicking sounds behind him, and when he turned around again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The hook-nosed man had already kicked several times, hitting the man's jaw hard, which even stretched the man's neck.

Dingle's face froze completely.

"do you died?"

"There seems to be breathing, Captain."

"Stinky rats are just tough."

The hook-nosed man raised his left foot high and stepped hard on the man's neck.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the soldiers waiting beside Dingle couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"Sir, let's go quickly. Aren't you going to the Royal Castle?" The guard looked at Dingle and whispered.

Dingle clenched his fists and his face twitched slightly. He turned his head and saw a window being slammed shut.

"Sir, it has nothing to do with you." A cavalryman who was traveling with him couldn't help but whispered when he saw Dingle's face turn pale.

Dinger took a deep breath to calm his restless emotions, and then said expressionlessly:

"Ok, I know."

"Let's go, the sun is about to set." The guard urged.

The group walked forward again. Dingle, who was still calming down, raised his head and turned slightly to look at the Wall of St. Marin on the left.

The towering walls of St. Marin still loomed large in the field of vision, but the crimson glow from moments before had completely vanished.

Instead, there were sentinels who had come to the city walls to stand guard. The lighthouses were being lit one by one, and the dim light was spreading on the city walls.

But where the light of the lighthouse could not reach, the long inner wall of Saint Marin was completely dark.

"It's getting dark so quickly." Dingle murmured in realization.