blackstone code

Chapter 1884 The Expendables

"The sky was full of bombers, and their army didn't enter the city at all, but surrounded us."

"Then bombers indiscriminately bombed the city where we were hiding, and then incendiary bombs..."

There was some fear in the soldier's eyes, even though he was once a fanatical soldier, but recalling that day, he was no different from ordinary people.

"I don't know how many bombs they dropped, how many Molotov cocktails they used, the whole city was turned into rubble, and they set the rubble on fire."

"The white smoke is very choking when I breathe in, and it hurts from the nose to the lungs like being scratched by a knife."

"We tried to break out, but failed."

"They never cared if we took over the city or not, because they never wanted to fight us in a street fight in the first place."

"While we emptied buildings one by one, risking our lives at any moment, they destroyed the entire city!"

The officer still remembered those words to this day, and he also felt the wealth of the Federation and the fear it brought him.

Just when you think your enemies are going to fight you the way you want them to, they just turn the tables.

Stronger firepower, more advanced military equipment, and more terrifying learning ability.

They learn by fighting.

From being hammered on the ground at the beginning, to the defensive counterattack, and then to the final big counterattack, the federal people learned too fast!
He lost contact with the soldier later, but everything the soldier said was firmly engraved in his mind.

After a while, he came back to his senses and replied in a less certain tone, "We will win."

It may be that he felt that saying this was not enough to win the trust of these soldiers, so he immediately accentuated his tone, shouting in a voice that looked passionate but actually concealed a trace of paleness, "We will definitely win!"

"affim!"

Instead of responding to the words as they had done in the past, the soldiers continued to remain silent.

The silence of the officers made them realize that this war may not be the same as those in the past.

After all, the Federation is one of the few enemies that can hit their homeland and bring them such terrible pressure!

One question made everyone feel depressed, and the officer sighed softly, "Stop talking, go to bed early, I still have work to do tomorrow!"

While speaking, the dim electric light suddenly went out, the officer was stunned for a moment, and felt that there was no problem.

During the war, the electricity supply in many places was limited. At the same time, in order to avoid providing the enemy with aerial bombing targets or geographical coordinates, after a certain time at night, many areas had to turn off the lights.

Although this is a rural area, it is relatively close to the front line. Maybe it needs to be managed here.

The officer didn't think much about it. The work of the logistics force was already very heavy. He turned around and fell asleep soon.

Not only them, even the villagers in the village didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Power outages are normal in this era, even in non-war periods, it is easy to lose power due to various accidents.

Around the village, a group of people are slowly approaching.

Ryan had someone destroy the wires, and the whole village was plunged into darkness.

During this period of traveling at night, everyone has a certain degree of night vision. Of course, experts say this is because there are more carrots in their food.

But in any case, at least they are more adapted to the night.

Even if the moonlight is dim, they can roughly see something clearly.

These black shadows slowly approached the village like the tide.

A whistle-blowing soldier walked to the ridge, unbuttoned his trousers and began to urinate into the field.

The pressure of the swollen bladder was released in an instant, and the whole person seemed to have gained some kind of sublimation.

He raised his head with a satisfied expression on his face, but in the next second, something strangled his neck and pulled him to the ground.

Before he had time to struggle, he heard the sound of dislocation and breaking of bones, and everything returned to calm.

The soldier quickly stood up strangely. He complained that the bottom of his trousers was a little wet. Then he put on his helmet and walked towards the truck whistling.

Ryan's heart was pounding.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that this matter should not be done by him. He is also a senior military officer.

But looking at the recruits under him, he felt that this kind of thing still had to be done by himself.

If it is not done well, it is very likely that people in this village will be alarmed. Once the news is leaked, it will cause a devastating blow to the ensuing battle.

According to the plan, he planned to deal with the person who released the wind from a high place first, and then deal with the others little by little.

As he walked past the truck, someone suddenly stopped him.

That "Hello" made his whole body shudder!
Subconsciously, he wanted to draw his gun, but his rationality told him that it was absolutely impossible to find out that he was not one of his own in this environment where you couldn't tell what the other person looked like face to face.

He stood there, looking at the truck, in the blurry silhouette and in the shadow of the window, with an arm outstretched, "Is there a fire?"

"I'm out of matches..."

Ryan saw a cigarette in the other's finger. He made a sound through his nasal cavity, hummed, walked over, and took out a match.

At the same time, he had already held a dagger backwards in his hand.

The knife used to cut the paracord is extremely sharp, and all paratroopers love this knife.

He handed over the match, and the driver didn't think much of it. He held a cigarette in his mouth and struck it vigorously with the match.

With a chirping sound, the flame came on, and when the driver lowered his head, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ryan outside, and he took two puffs.

While returning the match, he asked, "Who are you, why don't I seem to have seen you?"

There are only so many people in the entire logistics force, and their team is only a few dozen people, and almost everyone knows each other.

The moment the fire was lit, the outline of Ryan's face made him feel strange, but he didn't think too much about it, and he didn't suspect that his comrades in arms had been replaced by the enemy.

Ryan stepped forward, stepped on the pedals outside the truck and stood outside the door, grinning and said, "You don't know me anymore?"

The voice was very strange, but the words revealed an inexplicable intimacy, just when the driver was thinking about who the comparison was.

A dagger stabbed through the car window while a hand covered his mouth.

Blood gushed out along his jaw and neck, hot.

In just over 20 seconds, the driver stopped moving.

The carotid artery is cut open, and 30 seconds is enough to kill a person.

The driver slumped in the cab with his head tilted. Ryan withdrew his hand, his sleeve was covered in blood. He frowned, but immediately jumped off and continued walking towards the height.

The soldier who was in charge of looking far from the height didn't realize that someone was killing people under his nose. When Ryan got on the roof platform of the third floor of the farmhouse, the soldier turned around curiously.

He didn't speak, just looked at Ryan, and the two could see each other's eyes in the night.

In less than a second, Ryan continued to walk towards him, and while walking, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said in a very vague voice, "Is there a fire? "

The sentry soldier didn't think much, and took out a match.

There is more demand for matches in the army, but most lighters are not suitable for use in war.

When Ryan took the lighter, the fingers of the sentry soldiers were inadvertently stained with some blood.

He rubbed his fingers, a little slippery, frowned, and said softly, "What is this?"

He seemed to be asking himself, but also Ryan, Ryan suddenly pointed to the distant sky, and asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "What is that?"

The moment the soldier turned his head, he strangled the soldier's neck with his left arm, and inserted the rope cutter into the soldier's vest with his right hand.

a bit.

Twice.

There was no blood gushing out this time, but he still felt the other party's blood, and the guy in his hand had a strong force transmitted to his arm from the beginning, and then lost his strength in an instant and began to collapse.

Ryan knew that he had stabbed in the right place.

A person's heart will not be killed immediately if the heart is damaged, but after the heart is severely injured, the person's body will lose strength, because the blood will no longer flow, and the cells will lose oxygen and their activity will decrease rapidly.

Ryan supported him and didn't let him fall all at once, but slowly, he put him on the ground.

The eyes in the dark night looked at Ryan with fear, and those fears quickly disappeared, and those eyes also became dim.

He made some gestures in the dark night, and soon saw many black shadows approaching in the surrounding fields, and then one after another, soldiers on patrol were brought down.

Immediately afterwards, they entered the village and captured everyone.

The damaged wire was quickly reconnected and contacted by flashlight.

After the lights came on, everyone's expressions changed dramatically. Although they didn't have a TV, they had a radio.

They knew that a group of federal people had entered Penteo's interior, but didn't those people say that they were almost wiped out?
Where did these people come from?
There are more than 30 households in the village, adding up to more than 100 people.

Including the captured Peng Jieao officers and soldiers, there are about two hundred people.

Neither civilians nor soldiers believe what they see, but they have to believe it.

"What's next?"

The adjutant came over, and he collected all the intact military uniforms according to Ryan's request.

Another part of the soldiers is changing these uniforms. This is also Ryan's plan. They use these logistics troops to find a way to enter the third line of defense one step ahead of others!

As soon as the battle breaks out, he can help the troops outside to dismantle the defense force of the third line of defense more quickly!

So he must play the role of logistics officer well.

He glanced at the soldiers, "Ask what we want."

While the soldiers dragged the soldiers away, Ryan looked at the civilians over there.

There are old people, men, women, and a few children.

Some complicated expressions flashed across his face, and then he sighed heavily.

"Kill them all and bury them on the spot..."

　Garrison

Memories of the times

　
(End of this chapter)