The mercenary group's main force was steadily advancing toward Thorneville. Halfway up the mountain road, the SUV reached its limit.
The mercenaries continued on foot, chatting and laughing away, with some even placing bets on who would achieve more kills once they started working.
They were like hikers rather than soldiers preparing for battle.
Though his men were laid back, the deputy commander smiled. If the enemy had been equally formidable, they might have been more cautious. However, the enemy consisted merely of unarmed villagers. Sending them in was overkill.
The deputy commander believed that upon reaching the stronghold, they would likely encounter nothing but a pile of bodies.
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