Bab 708: 667 Three Goals

Because the war had brought devastation to the small village outskirts, and the uneven dirt road at the street corner was anything but smooth, a tank slowly rolled its tracks, finally stopping at the corner.

The soldiers sitting on Tank No. 4 started hopping off after the tank came to a stop, carrying Thompson submachine guns, their boots thudding dully against the ground.

Afterward, one by one, the soldiers in the trucks parked behind this tank also climbed out of the vehicle, beginning to sort out their weapons.

"Everyone knows the mission, right?" the leading officer asked his assembled subordinates in a hoarse voice.

"Understood!" all the soldiers answered in unison.

"Then move out! The target must be eliminated!" the officer glanced at his watch, raised his head, and gave a forward wave of his hand.