blackstone code

Chapter 1026 Shelling
A warlord was walking back and forth in the room, tired of walking, just sat down and stood up again, and continued to walk back and forth.

Cigarette butts on the ground can be seen everywhere, and some cigarettes were thrown on the ground after only two puffs.

But not long after throwing it away, he couldn't help but take out a new one and light it up again.

He was very troubled, because those big warlords planned to snipe those federal people on his territory!

There is no doubt that whether or not they were able to successfully snipe the Federals, these people would not admit afterwards that they did these things.

But he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the wayward behavior of these big warlords, and he may even be on the blacklist of the Federation.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over, and had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood shaking in the toilet for a long time, but he didn't urinate a drop.

He felt that he was going to die. It was really bad feeling that his death was getting closer every day. He wanted to run, but he couldn't.

If he dared to run, soon his body would be hung on a pole or a statue somewhere, and a sentence would be engraved on his chest.

Things like "fleeing is a coward's act" or "you're not going anywhere" is what everyone likes to do, let the corpse "talk" to deter those who don't obey.

He has done it too, but he doesn't want others to use him to do it, so he can only stay here.

A day ago, he hated the federalists and Sanchez so much. They had many choices. Why did they choose their own territory to attack? He cursed those people, hoping that a meteorite would fall and kill these sons of bitches.

But at this moment, he began to pray again that the federal people would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone charge this account to him!

"Colonel, what are you going to eat tonight?" The subordinate officer knocked on the door and asked a question.

The warlord known as Colonel was stunned for a moment. He looked at the jeweled watch on his wrist. It was already 57:[-] in the afternoon, and there was only one hour left before the sniping.

Those big warlords planned to attack the federal people at six o'clock tonight.

They had been watching these federal people yesterday, or longer ago, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federal people would gather for dinner, and they would do nothing after that.

This is a very good time to attack them, they have little defense, no one is holding a gun while eating.

The colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thumping sound frightened him like thunder.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything, give me a bottle of wine, I need it..."

Time is like a brook in the mountains and forests. When you look at it, it doesn't seem to be alive. You can't see any obvious traces of flow in those shallow streams, and you even think it is not flowing.

But when you reach out to touch the water, and the water hits your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.

The time quietly came to 45:[-].

After a whole day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot, and the dining car behind came to deliver dinner, and everyone chose a place with better terrain.

It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Mallorians was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.

But it is now the most suitable place to use as a forward base, because the terrain here is relatively high and it is easier to defend.

A soldier took off all the burdens on his body. He took an aluminum lunch box and started queuing up to get dinner. Smelling the scent in the air that made people salivate rapidly, he couldn't help shouting, "What are we eating tonight?"

"Beef, with potatoes and gnocchi!"

The soldiers who were queuing up and walking towards this side cheered, beef stewed with potatoes and gnocchi, this is everyone's favorite dinner.

The noodle corner is the kind of refined flour, pulled into the size of a thumb, slightly thick, put in after the beef stew and potatoes are stewed, and take it out after a little cooking.

It will not thicken the soup, and the corners of the noodles absorb the aroma of beef and broth, and it tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.

After a day of fighting, perhaps this is the most relaxing time for everyone.

The soldier looked at the dining car that was getting closer and kept swallowing his saliva. He muttered something in his mouth, as if he was urging the people in front to go faster.

After a while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief, and with a smile on his face, he took out his lunch box, "Give me some more potatoes..."

The cook nodded, and the soldier glanced at his watch subconsciously at this moment, it was exactly six o'clock!
The next second, he slightly raised his head and looked at the distant sky with a confused expression, "Did you hear any sound?"

The cook was stunned for a moment, and he also turned his head to look at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads, because at this moment they all clearly heard a very strange voice.

It was sharp and piercing, and there was an inexplicable fear in my heart.

In the next second, a black dot appeared in the sky, and then the black dot landed in the temple!
With a loud bang, the whole city was shaken!
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"

In an instant, the alarm sounded, and people began to randomly grab the equipment they had just taken off and scatter around to avoid the artillery attack.

There is no flame flying into the air, only fragments that cannot be seen by the naked eye flying around.

Dust fell on the walls of the ancient temple, and big holes and small eyes were punched out by the debris. Everyone tried to keep their bodies as close to the ground as possible.

The soldier was panting heavily, and he looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen, trying his best to keep his emotions from being less intense.

He had received training before he came to the battlefield, and he knew that what he needed to do most now was not to stand up, cover his wound, wave his arms and shout loudly "I'm fucking hurt", but to press the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing, and let his body relax.

This will allow him to survive three to five minutes longer than running around.

That is, in these three to five minutes, maybe his life can usher in a turning point.

Glancing at the dining car that was overturned by shells, looking at the potatoes and beef mixed with mud on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed them into his mouth.

Even if you die, you have to eat your fill first.

The blood overflowing from the wound soon wet the ground, he couldn't move after eating, and just lay there...

War is never benevolent because of someone!

The first time the outpost was attacked and shelled, the command vehicle was alarmed. A group of school officers stood outside the vehicle and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expressions froze.

The colonel with the highest rank was trembling slightly, and he shouted frantically, "Call the front line quickly, report the injuries, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."

As he spoke, he returned to the command vehicle, and while standing at the door, he said loudly, "Take control of the person in charge of the investigation, he will be responsible for this loss!"

The news from the outpost was bad, most of them took off their body armor when they were attacked while they were eating.

This also caused the fragments to have the most terrifying killing effect in the crowd. Any fragment could easily kill one or two people, and people fell in pieces.

Of the 500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1000 survived.

What was even more deadly was that before the shelling was over, there were sounds of fighting outside the temple. Obviously, the opponent launched an attack under the cover of artillery fire.

This set of tactics has been proven effective during the First World War. Artillery support and cover infantry attacks, this is no longer a small fight, this is war!
A fierce quarrel was going on in the command vehicle, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command vehicle issued the latest order to abandon the outpost and retreat to the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, let the remaining [-] soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, thanks to those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.

For example, some small things that can be used as rock masses when they are supported are now playing a role.

The idea of ​​the frontline headquarters is to build a line of defense outside the city. If they need to retreat, they can retreat into the field at any time. If they don't need to retreat, they can rely on these lines of defense to organize a counterattack.

And at this moment in the riverside camp, Ryan is also eating dinner.

"I like their goulash with potatoes. The potatoes are so badly stewed that it's good." He pressed a piece of potato into mashed potatoes with a light push of a spoon, and the stew was full of gravy Scoop it up with a spoon along with the broth of the sauce, put it in your mouth, shut your mouth...

That feeling is really wonderful!

Each mashed potato the size of a sand is full of broth, which is rich and delicious, and eating a piece of stewed beef may be the most memorable dinner in life.

While chatting about dinner, an alarm sounded in the camp suddenly. Ryan stood up subconsciously and looked at the soldiers who were gathering not far away.

These are all just transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone Security has reduced the number of field personnel on duty in Amélia and sent them here.

He also ran towards the assembled playground, and caught a soldier wearing body armor on the way, and asked loudly, "What happened?"

The soldier didn't hide anything, and said directly, "The front line is being shelled, and the front line command needs our support..."

Ryan was stunned. He stood there for a while, then turned and ran towards the tent.

The wounded and sick soldiers looked at him, asked what happened, and then fell into silence.

Ryan, on the other hand, has already started to wear equipment. He has a sense of mission, and he thinks he should be on top at this time.

In fact, there are not so many whats and whys, he just has such an idea, he feels that he is better, and he should do something.

He frantically ran towards the playground, and when these people were about to leave, he finally arrived.

"Sergeant Ryan of the Marine and Land Stormtroopers, recovery report, sir!"

(End of this chapter)