There was a harsh emergency stop sound on the ground.

The soldiers drew their weapons and pointed around, but there was no enemy for them to deal with. Yes, there was not one. Lancelot looked around. The entire fortress was empty. It was quiet as if no one had ever been here.

Same.

He scanned the surrounding environment, carefully trying to find any clues, but found absolutely nothing. Not to mention people, there was not even a trace of the battle. There were no corpses or weapons.

"Didn't you say there are enemies here?" A soldier whispered, but he forgot to turn off the communicator, and the voice reached Lancelot. He frowned and looked sideways at the company commander on the motorcycle behind him.

"Where is the reconnaissance team?" "Lost contact. All communications were cut off just now. Sir, what happened here?" the company commander asked, but Lancelot didn't answer silently. He looked at the empty place.

The hall was silent for a moment.

"Report it and tell them that we have captured the fortress and the sky is ours."

"As you command, sir."

The company commander immediately signaled the communications soldier carrying the radio to pass on the message. Amidst the clicking sound of the radio, Lancelot looked at a piece of broken cloth among the rubble on the side, with the Roman numeral II on it.
Chapter completed!