blackstone code

Chapter 1029 Evacuation and Support

"How long until dawn?"

"There are still eight hours."

"Only eight hours left..."

After pushing forward two houses again, Ryan's partner asked him what time it was.

Both were silent for a moment, and the command vehicle asked them to bring back all the wounded soldiers who had been left behind before seven o'clock.

Because once dawn, they are likely to encounter shelling again.

The Ministry of National Defense has already told them that the federal artillery has already started to be loaded, and it will arrive at the front line in no more than a week, but how to guard it in this fucking week?
To defend with flesh and blood?
People have cannons in their hands, but they are not prepared for this at all.

So at 07:30 at the latest, the whole line will be tightened and retreated, leaving the main battlefield of the city.

The idea of ​​the command vehicle is to move the main battlefield from the city, where the enemy obviously has an advantage over the enemy, to the suburbs.

They even let some soldiers who were not seriously injured start digging trenches in the field, planning to fight a positional battle.

As long as they can hold off until supplies and artillery arrive, they can take the city.

In other words, after eight hours, whether or not they were able to advance to the position where they were attacked in the morning, they had to evacuate.

The two rested for a while, and Ryan held a mirror and observed the situation outside through the reflection of the mirror.

He found this mirror in this room, and it was more appropriate to use a mirror than the crazy way of sticking his head out.

His fellow sniper was also watching with a mirror.

The flares in the sky are slowly falling, the light it brings is getting darker and darker, and everything has become extremely dark again.

After the darkness fell, the two of them took advantage of the faint night light to run quickly on the street and entered the next building.

Once inside the building, the two took up their rifles and began to search the rooms, having already encountered two or three rooms in which the enemy was hiding.

Every movement was quick and careful, and this time they came across a closed door.

It looked like a bedroom or something, and the door was tightly closed. At this time, Ryan was not as innocent as when he first arrived in Mariro.

He stopped wondering whether there were people in the room, and if so, whether they were innocent civilians or armed men.

At this time, any strangers who appeared around him, he had subconsciously regarded them as enemies.

Ryan took a frag grenade off his body, held it in his hand, and stood by the door, his partner on the other side.

The two cooperated tacitly.

His partner gently held the doorknob, twisted it slightly, then nodded, and then pushed the door open.

Immediately afterwards, the fragment grenade in Ryan's hand was thrown in, and neither of them had the desire to look inside. About three or four seconds later, there was a loud noise.

There were three more sunken bullet craters on the wall facing the door, one of which was short of a fragment about the size of a little fingernail.

The two entered the room one after the other, and the flashlight in their hands illuminated the room very brightly.

An adult male was seriously injured in the corner and was still struggling for his life. Ryan walked over, raised his gun calmly, and ended his life.

The man's body was shaking all the time, he no longer had the strength to support his body, but he still tried his best to cover something.

A few seconds later, there was a slight weeping sound.

Ryan pushed aside the man's body and saw a child curled up in a corner.

In the darkness, he looked at the two of them with an unspeakable silence and despair, as well as... monstrous hatred.

Even the light of hatred finally overshadows everything else!
"You go out..." Ryan's partner said, he knew that Ryan couldn't do it.

Ryan was silent for a while, and left the room silently, and then the sound of pistols sounded in the room, two times in a row.

According to the habit of the Federal Army, one shot in the head and one shot in the heart.

A moment later his partner came out of the room, both acting like nothing had happened.

In fact, they all knew very well that without the protection of their family members, living in this chaotic place for this child might be worse than dying.

There is nothing righteous about their actions, maybe very evil, but everyone has their own reasons for doing so.

Just like Ryan, what he is thinking about now is to bring back those comrades who need help.

The whole house was cleaned, and there was no one there. They went to the window again, looked at the fluorescent hour and second hands on the watch, and waited for the light to come again!
The progress of the street fighting was very slow and meticulous. Almost the entire city, every street, had countless such cooperation alternately reconnaissance.

They keep pushing forward, slowly but always.

At this time, in the command vehicle outside the city, the faces of the commanders have not looked good since the morning.

The speed of advancement is too slow.

There is a straight-line distance of about four kilometers from here to the temple. Considering the layout and construction of the city, the actual distance may be farther.

From the whole afternoon to now, nearly six or seven hours have passed, and they have only advanced a little over two kilometers.

Every step is very slow. In order to ensure safety, they must ensure that there are no enemies in the searched house.

This led to the obvious shortage of their soldiers, so the speed could only become slower.

In other words, if the situation is very good, there is not much resistance and exchange of fire like in the first half, they may have a chance to bring back the comrades who were lost in the temple and near the temple.

But this is obviously unrealistic.

The further you go, the harder it is to move forward. It is very likely that the speed of advancement will be reduced from [-] meters to [-] meters, or even [-] meters!
The sudden sound of a telegram stunned everyone. Why would someone send a telegram in the middle of the night?

Maybe it was the news from the Ministry of National Defense, and the telegraphers soon deciphered the code, which made them somewhat incomprehensible—clear a 500-meter straight runway as soon as possible, and add lights on both sides of the runway to show the width and angle !
At the end, it added urgent, with the password of the Ministry of National Defense. This is indeed a message from China.

The commanders didn't know much, but they had guessed that it might have something to do with the plane.

Some of the remaining people were organized and chose a place to start working. When people at work were doing one thing at the same time, the seemingly difficult things would become easier.

Around 03:30 in the evening, the runway was completely cleared. Although there were still some uneven places, everyone did not rest, but continued to repair.

The sky is gradually brightening, and there is a touch of white in the eastern sky, driving away the darkness of the night, and the stars are retreating, which is a sign that the sun, the king of stars, is about to appear.

The gunfire in the city became denser. It may be that the front line accelerated its advance and they also came into contact with more enemies.

Street fighting is very anxious. The anxious part is that you don’t know whether the person you flashed by the window of the house opposite you for ten seconds is still hiding in that room or has gone to other places.

If you don't know, you have to be careful to test, every meter of advancement is very difficult for everyone.

The sky is getting brighter, Ryan's heart is also sinking, here is far from the temple...

He looked in the direction of the temple in the distance, and there was still a distance of about 800 meters, but it was such a short distance of 800 meters that he had almost no chance to go there.

It was already six o'clock in the morning, and there was still about an hour left before the evacuation time. At the current speed, there was no way to push forward, let alone take those people with them and leave quickly.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter. Although it is a bit later in the winter morning, people who have fought all night can already see things around them vaguely without flares.

With the constant flashes of the guns and the flickering figures, Ryan realized just how bold and troublesome they were!
The people facing him were almost all enemies, and the gunfire was even more intense than an hour ago. It was only at this time that he realized that the other party might have been resting last night, and they began to participate in the battle full of energy.

Ryan was also tired and sleepy, but he didn't think about going to sleep at all, he couldn't!

In this kind of place where bullets would fly towards him anytime and anywhere, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

His body, his instinct is also telling him, don't sleep, once you sleep, you may fall asleep forever.

But those people on the opposite side, they have no burden to sleep at all!

What kind of people are we fighting with?
The sound of gunshots made Ryan lower his head, and there were several bullet holes in the wall behind him. Now let alone advance 100 meters forward, it is impossible to even cross this street!
A kind of sadness, a kind of despair, seemed to begin to pervade, and at this moment, Ryan was suddenly taken aback.

There was a sharp whistle from outside, which was a bit harsh and made people panic.

In the next second, Ryan slammed his dazed partner to the ground, and in the next second, a silent explosion exploded on the street, and then there was an explosion in his ears!
Shelling!

Ryan knew the sound, he'd heard it a lot in the Navy.

The navies on the fleet laughed and called this sound "the whistle of death" to describe its horror!
It's shelling!
The earth is shaking, the whole world seems to be collapsing, and the end is coming!

When shooting artillery, I never feel how terrible the artillery attack is. Only when I become the target, can I understand the insignificance of human beings in front of war!
At the end of the first round of shelling, the voice of the communication team's communicator suddenly sounded around——

"The command requires us to retreat immediately, repeat, the command requires us to retreat immediately!"

"The enemy's shelling time is earlier than we expected. We cannot continue to advance without fire cover. We must evacuate here!"

At this moment, Ryan fell into a state of bewilderment.

Wasted a whole night of work, did a lot of things against my will, and the result...is that?
It was also at this time that a voice he had never heard before came.

buzzing...

It's like there are mosquitoes flying around your ears?

(End of this chapter)