blackstone code

Chapter 993 Hammer in the face
The bullets outside the house were still roaring, Ryan was panting heavily, and he didn't even dare to move now.

He still didn't understand why the child would stab himself. He looked at the veteran and asked with a fearful expression, "Will I die?"

The old soldier was silent for a few seconds, which plunged Ryan into deep despair.

He felt that he might not live long.

"If I say no, you won't think it's true." After a few seconds, the boss said, "You still have about 10 minutes. If no one comes to take you to the operation after this time, I can only take your nameplate back with me."

Ryan subconsciously held the small steel plate around his neck, which had his name, job number, and his blood type on it, which was prepared for when mathematics was needed in the field hospital.

In many cases, the wounds caused by the war cannot wait for the results of the blood type test, so everyone has been tested before entering the job, and their blood type will be engraved on the nameplate with a steel seal.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor knew what kind of blood to use just by looking at the sign, and there was no need for re-testing, which saved a lot of time and increased the chances of those injured surviving.

Ryan's face was filled with despair, and he glanced at the little girl lying at the door with half of her head blown off, and asked in disbelief, "Why...she did that, I just wanted to Give her a candy."

The veteran looked at Ryan, and said in a very special tone, as if he was laughing at himself or something, "For them, we are invaders after all..."

In fact, this is not all the reasons. Most of the people living here are Malilos. The hatred between them and the former ruling class Mallorians is difficult to resolve. It is a kind of engraved hatred.

When children are just born, adults will instill in them a concept-"Someone of your relatives died at the hands of the Mallory people. If you have the opportunity, you must avenge him/her!"

Sanchez is from Mallory, and his blue eyes symbolize the nobility of the sky, and under the sky, there are countless hatreds.

These provide them with a necessary source of motivation, and this is what the federal government fears most.

In case their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet due to the war, it will only be 5000 million.

But these 5000 million people are not ordinary people. They are 5000 million veterans who can become soldiers and have participated in wars as long as they are given weapons.

This kind of neighbor will become a nightmare for the Federation. What needs to be done most now is to smash it before the nightmare is formed!
There was some unknown smile on Ryan's face, and he felt a deep exhaustion, "Have you ever encountered such a thing in Amélia?"

The veteran moved under the window and observed the situation outside. As soon as his head appeared, several bullets were fired.

He prostrated on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Ryan, "Yes, everyone hates us, because what we have to do is to kill their fathers, husbands, and sons. They are all their relatives. It is impossible for them not to Hate us like we are now."

The squad leader fired the bolt, and took advantage of the moment when the bullet stopped, and quickly got up to fight back.

Immediately across the road came the sound of something thumping, and simple curses from the natives.

"I'm going to die." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop the blood, and the blood didn't slow down at all, "I can feel it."

"If you could go back, help me tell my mom that I love her, help me tell my dad not to drink so much..."

The team leader squatted quickly and ran to Ryan's side, looking at him, "Don't talk nonsense, are you willing to take a gamble?"

"What's the bet?" Ryan asked, "I'm like this now, what else can I bet on?"

"Bet on whether God will take you away!"

The team leader said and pulled off the medical bag behind Ryan. He shouted loudly to the outside that he needed cover, then took out alcohol and sprinkled it near the wound.

The touch of alcohol and the wound made Ryan feel pain, he frowned tightly, looked at the captain, "I don't understand what you mean."

The team leader took out the scalpel and looked at him, "I will cut your wound now and sew up the punctured internal organs first, so that you will not lose blood so fast. Maybe we are lucky enough, just a small Wound."

"Don't look at the scary speed and amount of blood loss. In fact, it only takes a single malt-sized hole to cause this kind of injury. As long as we don't let it bleed so fast, you can survive."

"And I want to cut your stomach open, do you want to take a gamble?"

Hearing the news that he could survive, Ryan's scalp started to tingle, and he nodded vigorously, "Why not, come on!"

"Hold on, it hurts..." In the next second, the scalpel in the captain's hand cut open Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines and the like inside rushed towards the wound.

"Don't push too hard, it will make those things block my sight..." The team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it in with gauze, and sucked off the deposited blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he fainted past.

"This guy...is fine even if he faints."

Soon the team leader found the bleeding point, which was less than one centimeter wide and not very deep, which is good news.

He didn't know what it was, he was quickly hooking the two sides of the split with sutures, and pulled hard——

Run En, who was in a coma, sat up abruptly, his face pale and terrifying, and he woke up from the pain.

At this moment, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Beads of sweat gushed out from his skin. He looked at the captain, as if he wanted to express something, but was punched on the chin by the captain.

"You better be quiet!"

Then there was the less fussy stitching, and Ryan was lucky not to poke the guts.

The entire operation lasted less than 5 minutes. Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, but the speed had slowed down significantly, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the weapon and hid under the window sill, and began to observe the situation outside.

The fighting on the street was still going on, and after the subsequent problems broke out, the command vehicle immediately asked to withdraw first.

Now the entire team is trapped in the encirclement. If they can't break through in time, they may be bitten off bit by bit.

Fortunately, some people remained on the outskirts of the city. Under the support of these people, they successfully opened a passage, allowing the large army to pull out smoothly.

At 200:[-] noon, after counting, the number of dead had exceeded [-].

What is even more infuriating is that the bodies of some Federals were hung on the outer walls of the mobile five-story building by local warlords.

Dozens of dead bodies were hung densely, as if they were showing off.

This news was quickly fed back to the Ministry of Defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on asking him to answer the phone when they knew that Lynch was eating.

"Confirm the list. I want a detailed and accurate list, and then go through the process in accordance with the company's regulations."

"In addition, re-evaluate the reasons for the failure of this battle. Although we failed, I believe that failure will make us stronger."

"Order the field staff who participated in the battle command in Ameria to replace the commander sent by those from the Ministry of Defense, and re-plan the next battle."

"I will go to the company in the afternoon, I hope you can give me some good news."

The sergeant could only say yes, and he couldn't say anything.

It can be said that those who went to Marilo this time were all the elites of the current army and navy, and they were commanded by the staff of the Army Strategic Command. However, they failed, which actually reflected some problems in the federal army.

Some people in China, including the military and the Ministry of Defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the Federal Army.

There are two bases to support their optimism.

The first point is that before the navy defeated Gafla, no one thought that the navy could do it, so they described this battle as a battle of "gambling the fate of the country".

As a result, the Navy won. Although the victory was a bit of a coincidence, it also proved that the Federal Navy was not as weak as everyone imagined.

They subconsciously think that the Army should do the same and can replicate the success of the Navy.

The second point is that Blackstone Security's military operations in Ameria have been going smoothly. They mistakenly regarded a group of civilians who had just taken up arms as the most elite army in the world.

And in this process, Blackstone Security also gave them enough convenience and leadership, such as directly allowing them to "discover" the enemy's lair, master the opponent's secret whistle and so on.

These victories made those people in the country feel that they were good at it.

Finally, they encountered a really troublesome opponent this time, and as soon as they made contact, they caused the deaths of perhaps two to three hundred people.

The sergeant said that there were more than 100 people. Lynch didn't believe it. There must be some who could not be rescued. The death toll may exceed [-]%!
This battle loss rate is too high, and it can even be said that these people in Blackstone Security cannot experience such a high battle loss rate again, otherwise this group of people will all "retire".

Because of their mental problems, soldiers' ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield comes from self-confidence.

It is a kind of self-confidence that "they will not die" and "the enemy will die". They believe that all this will happen, so they have the courage and morale to fight.

But when they find that "I may die anytime and anywhere" and "it is difficult to destroy the enemy", they can no longer become a qualified soldier.

They will be afraid, and fear will make them resist orders, and the resistance will be superficial and eventually affect other people.

Therefore, if an army has suffered multiple defeats in a short period of time, or is often defeated, it will soon be disbanded.

The same goes for these 3000 people, their backbones are all broken, how can they hold on?
(End of this chapter)