The contingent of Senior Infantry swept through the town of Westwood Laine like a storm.
'These are no ordinary citizens. We have to strike hard!'
At Henry's command, the operation proceeded swiftly, unerringly storming the gangs' gathering places.
These soldiers had been forged in countless battles, and their combat skills and teamwork were honed to perfection.
Facing the gang members was almost effortless.
Without a trace of hesitation or mercy, One-Handed Staffs cracked down and shields bashed. Every attack sent the gang members screaming in agony.
The gang members, who normally lorded over everyone in the streets, were like fragile branches in a gale before these well-trained soldiers, powerless to resist.
Some gang members tried to draw crude weapons and fight back, but they were met with even swifter blows. The Senior Infantry soldiers, though outnumbered, handled the fights with ease.
