At this time, Helros was already under martial law throughout the city, with no pedestrians to be seen on the streets. Although uneasy, the foreigners obediently stayed in the inns, waiting for checks by the city's defensive soldiers.
After all, the city's mobile corps was fully equipped with various automatic weapons, while most of the aliens were adventurer teams. They would be fortunate to have one or two old-fashioned bolt-action rifles among them; most were equipped with cold weapons, posing no threat to the soldiers of the mobile corps.
The advance team was moving in the direction of the air force base, avoiding many dwarf soldiers along the way. By the time they could see the airbase, they hadn't been involved in a single capture.
The airfield was right in front of their eyes; if they could manage to get there, steal a flying vessel, and escape from Helros, that would be enough. No matter how far they could get, as long as they could take off, it would be enough.
