blackstone code

Chapter 1024 Try
In the camp, Ryan is moving some things to the truck. The doctor said that the work he is doing now will not cause too much burden on his wound. As long as it is not too heavy and hard, he does not need to worry about his wound question.

Looking at the boxes marked with different companies and different numbers, he was a little confused.

Since last month, so-called experts have been coming here, and they have brought a lot of interesting equipment.

Like a flamethrower, like a grenade that can be mounted on the muzzle and fired?

He wasn't sure, and he didn't know whether the arrival of these things was a good thing or a bad thing. It should be a good thing, at least it played a very good role in cleaning up the city these days.

These equipments protect the safety of federal soldiers. They don't need to take great risks to clean every room. They just need to throw a little something in it, and it will be cleaned up soon.

He had seen a local who wanted to ambush federal soldiers... a local from the Blackstone Security field. That guy was hit directly by a flamethrower, and his whole body turned into a big fireball.

People around him poured water on him, but they couldn't completely extinguish the flames, and people just watched him turn into a coke.

But from a humanitarian perspective...

Ryan shook his head. War itself is an inhumane act. Talking about humanitarianism in an inhumane act is no different from playing hooligans.

He loaded things into the car, which had a skull painted on it, and the words "High Danger" were watched in green paint below.

After everything was transported, he patted the car, and the driver of the transport team drove the car to the periphery of the target to set up camp.

At this time, a group of military observers walked past him, and he took the initiative to step aside.

Military observers have diplomatic privileges. Generally speaking, people will not embarrass military observers. After all, if you beat someone’s observer today, they can beat you tomorrow, unless you want to be a blind person, not looking at others, and not being seen by others .

Ryan looked at these people with no good looks.

He doesn't like the Gefra people. Some people in China like the Gefra people very much and admire the culture of Gefra, and this group is not a small group.

They used various methods to find all kinds of evidence to prove that the Federation should belong to Gefla. Although they don't understand how these people's brains are paralyzed, they are really annoying.

This is not discrimination against people with disabilities.

Back at the tent, Ryan took out a pack of Silver Age from his pocket, lit it and smoked it.

As a "supply" for Blackstone's security field work, two Silver Age per person per month is also a standard military supply. Ryan doesn't know how much this kind of cigarette costs, he thinks it will not be too cheap.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's all paid by the Ministry of Defense.

He likes this kind of strong cigarette very much, and it is enjoyable to smoke. He looked at the people in the distance, and chatted with the wounded beside him who were also basking in the sun.

"What do you think they came for?"

The wounded man sitting on one side had half of his face blown off by a bullet. The operation and his will to survive kept him alive, but he also became very terrifying.

"I guess they are here to steal secrets. We have never let military observers approach us so closely." These words sound like a veteran, at least he has encountered such a situation.

Ryan seemed to feel the same way, "I really don't know why the higher-ups allowed them to come here. I think a lot of new equipment brought in a while ago should be classified as confidential."

"The bureaucracy in the Ministry of Defense will really kill us!"

At the beginning, scolding the Ministry of National Defense seemed to touch a certain nerve of everyone, and soon someone ran out of the tent with a cane and scolded them together.

It didn't take long for Ryan to gather more than a dozen people, and they kept scolding the Ministry of Defense, scolding them for bureaucracy, scolding them for operating in the dark, scolding them for corruption and accepting bribes, scolding them for inefficiency, scolding them for using taxpayers' money to Drink coffee……

"We're going back next week, won't you go back together?"

After chatting for a while, everyone talked about taking the wounded back to resettle after the supply ship arrives next week.

Ryan didn't leave last time, and he didn't seem to want to leave this time either.

Ryan shook his head, he looked at the sky in the distance, waited for a while, then looked back at them, and said with a smile on his face, "I won't go back, the doctor said I'm recovering well, I'm going to the front line. "

"I was number one in the Sealand Chargers, and I don't want to fall behind this time."

Regarding his strong idea of ​​fighting, everyone has nothing to say, they can only say that they appreciate it, but they don't support it.

Among the wounded are newcomers and veterans who have worked in Blackstone Security for two years. They know very well that war will inevitably kill people.

Either the enemy dies, or oneself dies, and the person always dies.

It can even be said that they are lucky now, because no matter now or in the future, they don't need to go to the battlefield again. They have exchanged their disabilities for a relatively good living environment in the future.

Blackstone Security will arrange an easy job for them. It is said that it is still a job in cooperation with the Ministry of Defense. They don't know the specific content yet.

They are much luckier than those who have died in battle, and those who still face the war, they are free from fear.

Soon, four days later, a large number of field soldiers were transferred to the new front line. After applying for it for a long time, Ryan finally convinced the commander and set off with everyone.

He is still in charge of logistics, and will not go to the front line, but do something in the rear.

This time, the Ministry of Defense did not designate a certain commander. Instead, the Ministry of Defense provided five people, and Blackstone Security provided three people to form a command.

The specific tactics were implemented after everyone discussed the results together. When Lynch heard their ideas, he knew why the Ministry of National Defense had five people, while he had only three people on his side.

The Ministry of National Defense is still using their unique methods and attitudes to war, and they seem to have not really recognized the cruelty of war.

Human beings, except for a very small number of animals, most people have the mentality of flocking to the crowd, and they are interfering in the final decision through the number of people.

After seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was still not so bright, and some loudspeakers in the city began to sound.

The content of the horn is the same as that issued by the riverside city, asking everyone not to go out in their homes, lock the doors and windows, and do not look outside, otherwise they may be killed as enemies.

The entire broadcast lasted for three 10 minutes, and then the first round of attacks began.

Ryan held up the binoculars at the rear and watched the armored vehicle cooperate with the soldiers to enter the city smoothly. He did not relax because of such a smooth entry, and was still staring closely.

Not far away, some military observers were also watching, and they seemed dissatisfied with such a bland "offensive".

At the same time, far away, a group of representatives of the warlords gathered.

In the eyes of outsiders, these warlords should have irresolvable conflicts and hatred among each other. After all, this is Mariro, where extreme racism prevails.

No one has ever been able to resolve the feud between the Malilos and the Mallorians for generations, and no one would think that they could be united unless one party died completely.

But at this moment, they are sitting together.

There are Malilos on the left side of the table, and Mallorians on the right side of the table, and never mind whether it's really that hard for them to sit with each other, at least they're sitting here, around the same table.

"The Federals have reached out to another city, and they may take more land next."

The representative who spoke came from a large warlord force. Like Sanchez, he belonged to the "son of the general." "No matter what problems we have, that is our own business, and the federal people should not get involved."

At this time another person suddenly said, "The problem is not with me. I killed the general and his family according to the plan we agreed, but you didn't kill Sanchez as we agreed."

"He's still alive. As long as he's alive, the federal people will always be able to meddle in Mariro's affairs through him."

The people in the room were silent for a moment, the word federation was too heavy for them.

The federal people have intervened in what happened here shamelessly. Everyone is very worried. They are worried about the greed of the federal people and their appetite. Once they get too much, they will not leave easily.

Therefore, the unpredictable situation in Marillo is to deal with the federal people.

There are frequent battles between the big warlords, but in fact they are taking the opportunity to expand their land and annex those small and medium warlords.

The sudden intervention of the federal people made it impossible for them to wait for the gradual demise of the small and medium-sized warlords themselves. They had to speed up this speed in order to increase their power and strength.

It seems that they should be constantly regressing in strength when fighting each other, but in fact, their territory is larger than before, and there are more people under them, and even the weapons in their hands have become more sophisticated.

The person who spoke first was silent for a while, "It was an accident. He has federal people around him to protect him. We have done our best."

"Even in a way, our assassination was successful. He was already dead, but the federal people rescued him..."

"Ghost knows if you're telling the truth!"

The two groups were about to quarrel, and someone patted the table vigorously, "Enough!"

"We're not sitting together to argue, we're here to solve problems, so what do we do next?"

"The Federals intend to help Sanchez win another city. How do we deal with the current situation?"

The room returned to calm. Everyone was thinking about weighing the current situation. After a while, someone came up with an idea.

"Why don't we try to have a real fight with the main force of the Federals?", he looked at everyone around the table. If we deploy the main force to face them, we may not lose."

"I admit that their navy is very powerful, but this is Mariro, a landlocked country, and we are not threatened by the navy!"

　Yesterday was 1/2
　
(End of this chapter)