Mr. Benjamin wasn't boasting—the manor indeed had formidable defenses.
Hidden trenches were set up in all directions, and there were bunkers reinforced with steel plates on the high ground, forming a three-dimensional crossfire.
The Guards tasked with defending the manor were all elite, led by the one-eyed man Simon. Invaders would have to pay a heavy price to take this place.
But at this moment, the entire manor was in a state of panic.
Listening to the jumbled, strange shrieks coming through the radio, anyone would know that their main forces had been annihilated.
Simon stayed in the high bunker, his mind completely befuddled.
Who were the invaders? How many were there?
Could they really have wiped out ten Companies of Guards in 15 minutes?
And how could an armed helicopter flying in the sky be hijacked?
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out. The enemy had already arrived!
Six Flying Swords whistled in first.
