"Fxxk!"
The barking shattered the quiet night sky, causing Roland's face to change, and he couldn't help but utter a curse from Sussex Country.
If an accident can be anticipated, it's not an accident.
Since an accident happened, we can only activate Plan B.
Roland quickly fired a signal flare and then dashed towards Sif's support team's position.
The Temple Warrior using a hand crossbow raised his arm again and shot the black dog that had barked in the middle of the night, but the piercing bark had already alarmed the soldiers in the camp.
The only good news might be that it's raining hard tonight, so firearms can't be used, and the guards at the artillery post can only fix bayonets to the firearms to use them as ordinary long spears.
The special operations team retreated to the rendezvous point and joined up with the support team led by Sif.
"Roland, are you okay?"
Seeing that Roland wasn't hurt, Sif quickly lowered her voice and asked, "What went wrong?"
