Fought back from the time he got on the shore.
There wasn't much time left for Trent.
After many years of combat experience, coupled with all the plans he had made before setting off, Trent concluded that he would definitely be surrounded by most mercenaries in a short period of time. At that time, the chances of them rushing out would be very slim.
If he was alone, he could be confident.
But this time, he was not alone.
After quickly killing the nearest sniper, Trent hung the dagger around the neck of the surviving observer. The blade was only separated from the artery by skin. With a gentle cut, another life was lost in an instant.
Of course, Trent would not show mercy to any enemy on the battlefield.
Because he knew very well that kindness to the enemy was cruelty to himself.
He lowered his eyebrows and stared at the observer, "How many of you?"