The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

On the way here, Ophelia called the Visanico Police Chief Alexander Elad and asked him to help consult Nicolai and Iben about their attitudes towards these remnants and refugees. As expected, the feedback from the leaders of the Serbs and Muslims was very consistent: these Croats must not be allowed to leave.

Wait until they arrive and kill them together.

Not long after, the military jeep convoy arrived at its destination smoothly. Ophelia soon discovered that the situation on the eastern defense line was more chaotic than expected.

There is something for everyone.

There were even some wounded soldiers who were being supported or carried, sitting on the ground to rest with their guns in their hands. Considering that the garrison did not open fire, some Croat soldiers who were still in relatively good condition merely took a guard posture, but they did not try to hide themselves at all.

The two sides have already formed a standoff.

As the first barrier, the eastern defense line deployed more than 200 Hydra soldiers in addition to more than 50 mercenaries, which was more than half of Ophelia's available personnel. On the refugee side, although there were only a few dozen remnants, they were growing at a rate that could not be ignored.

Not to mention there might be some hidden ones.

This is a bad situation for Ophelia.

Either he should charge in now to eliminate the hidden danger, or he should continue to block the way until the pursuers of the Serbian and Muslim tribes arrive and kill the remnants of the soldiers and refugees together. Otherwise, he should open the passage and let the remnants of the soldiers leading the refugees rush to Pier 7, but doing so would only provoke the nerves of Nikolai and Ibn, not to mention that Pier 7 was already overcrowded, and time was urgent, so he could not conduct a full safety check on the crowd.

If these remnants intend to cause trouble in their territory, it will definitely cause considerable trouble.

Ophelia knew that there would probably be a few decisive people among the remaining soldiers on the opposite side. These people were probably waiting for more support and were ready to launch a desperate attack on their own defense line before the pursuers arrived.

Now that all this has not yet broken out, she must hurry up and make a decision. Her biggest problem at the moment is the lack of manpower and equipment. Controlling this area is already very difficult, and it cannot withstand another attack. Even if all these remnants and refugees are eliminated, it will not benefit her at all. On the contrary, it will easily expose the shortage of personnel and equipment to Nikolai and Iben.

Looking further ahead, if I fly to Bratislava in a few days, what will happen if these two imitate Skull Face and do something to me? I just promised to protect the safety of civilians in the area, and then a round of mortar shells came down. After that, these two can still put the blame on the wandering Croat remnants.

Don't think they don't have the courage.

Ophelia lit a cigarette and just took two puffs when she heard a report from her subordinates through her headphones.

They caught a family of civilians trying to cross the lines.

The eastern defense line was relatively long, and even though many temporary blocking measures were taken, loopholes between the sentinels were inevitable. The family almost succeeded in entering, but fortunately they were caught by the sharp-eyed Hydra soldiers. After being caught and questioned, it was discovered that the family originally lived in the territory of the Viper faction, fled to the eastern part of Vessanico yesterday, and ran back today in disgrace.

They were familiar with the terrain and found an entrance that was not too blocked.

This is undoubtedly another piece of bad news.

There will surely be more to come.

After thinking for two minutes, Ophelia made a decision and took a combat team out of the defense line. This move made everyone nervous. The Khrushchev soldiers on the refugee side raised their guns, and the mercenaries on the Hydra side also responded, with heavy machine guns pointing at them.

The sporadic voices disappeared, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on the fluttering red hair in the center of the venue. In this kind of scene, even the well-trained Hydra soldiers couldn't help but breathe heavily. Ophelia walked up to the nearest Kras soldier as if nothing had happened, and said, "Take me to see your boss."

"who are you?!"

"Ophelia, Viper, Red Witch... whatever."

Facing a dozen gunpoints, she smiled and shook her head: "Look, time is very tight. The Serbs and Muslims will soon come to kill us. For the sake of your safety, I suggest you make a decision quickly and stop asking me questions."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Krashen soldier was very angry: "You are Viper? You are the leader of those people? Aren't you the one who asked them to stop us from passing?"

"So you don't plan to lead the way?"

Ophelia stopped smiling and turned back: "Well, gentlemen, good luck to you."

After taking a few steps, a voice shouted from behind: "Wait!"

She turned around and saw a man in camouflage standing in the middle of the group of Croat soldiers. One of his empty sleeves was quite eye-catching. “I’m talking to you on their behalf.”

"I've already left, this... sir." Mrs. Viper stood still, took out a lady's cigarette and a lighter, and lit it up with a snap: "If you really want to talk, then come over to me and we can talk here."

Hearing this, the man stepped forward.

The Krasnaya soldier beside him tried to stop him, but he slowly pushed him away and continued to walk towards Ophelia. The lighter in the woman's hand was still burning, and the orange light was a bit dazzling in the dark night. When the two of them were about one meter away, she snapped the lid of the lighter box shut.

The man's footsteps also happened to stop.

"What do you call it?"

"I am Latio Green."

"Okay, Ratio, I have consulted the leaders of the Serbs and Muslims before. They do not agree to let you go, and they will be here as early as tomorrow evening." Ophelia paused and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "And I have killed enough people in the past two days. Killing you will not do me any good, so I have a suggestion. Let's cooperate."

"You killed our leader." The scar on the one-armed man's face moved: "Now you tell me you want to cooperate?"

"Be loyal to that skull-faced man and avenge him, or save the lives of those behind you. Choose one." Ophelia crossed her arms. "If you must choose the first one, then I don't mind. But if you really think so, why bother to come out and talk to me now?"

After staring at her in silence for a while, the man said in a dry voice, "How do you want to cooperate?"

"First, I will immediately open a passage for these refugees to go to Pier 7." Ophelia held the cigarette between her fingers and left her lips. "Second, all of you who can still fight will stay and extend the defense line eastward to block the Serb and Muslim soldiers and buy time for the civilians to cross the river. In addition, I can also provide you with some equipment and personnel. Anyway, everyone's race, skin color and equipment are similar, and they won't be able to tell who is who from a distance."

"You? Support us?"

The more Tirion listened, the more he looked upset: "What do you mean? What do you want to do?"

"Oh...you really are..."

Ophelia was about to put the cigarette back into her mouth when she frowned impatiently: "How long can you hold out with such a small number of people? Moreover, weakening the strength of the other two factions will help me stabilize the situation around my territory. Do you understand? If you understand, make a decision quickly."

"These civilians..." Tirion shook his head: "You want to take them as hostages, right? Don't think I can't guess."

This time Ophelia did not answer immediately.

The woman put the cigarette back in her mouth and took two puffs under Tirion's gaze, until the light white smoke began to cover her red lips. "I wanted to say that if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago, or that killing those Khrushchev civilians would not benefit me, after all, I have already paid for the gas and helped them cross the river for most of the day, but I'd better put it another way."

After saying that, she slowly moved closer to the man's face: "Do you think you have any better options?"

"...I must go back and discuss it with them." After Tirion finished speaking, Ophelia motioned to the soldier next to her to hand over a mobile phone: "No problem, call me when you have made a decision, but I suggest you hurry up, after all, the pursuers are not far away."

……

Half an hour later, the Croats accepted the proposal.

The entire eastern defense line was immediately mobilized. Some Viper Faction mercenaries, led by a small number of Hydra soldiers, mixed with more than one hundred remnant Krashi soldiers and marched with heavy weapons. They built a new circle of defense positions several kilometers outside the original eastern defense line.

Several more teams continued to move deeper into the eastern region carrying explosives.

At the same time, the Croat civilians also moved.

Truck after truck loaded with people rushed towards Pier 7.

The busy scene eased somewhat when night fell and the morning light greeted the cold sky of Vessanico.

Near noon, Adjutant Sarovich, who had been busy all day and night, rushed to the eastern defense line without stopping and found the boss who was calibrating several sniper rifles: "Madam, there is movement on the other side of the Sava River. The Croats who crossed over yesterday have called for help, and now there are boats from the other side of the river to pick up people."

“How long is it expected to take?”

"Including the newly arrived civilians, we expect to complete the transportation after tonight, but if more ships are sent from the other side of the river, the speed can be further accelerated."

"How about the mortar positions?"

"You can be deployed at any time, ma'am. I just brought a batch of heavy weapons and they are being distributed to various firing points."

"very good."

Ophelia changed her clothes today, and most importantly, she put on a headscarf, covering her hair, mouth and nose tightly like a Muslim woman: "You take over the arrangement of the defense line here, I'm going to go to the periphery to have some fun with those Serbs and Muslims."

"...Yes, ma'am."

Savic wanted to say that this was dangerous, but then he recalled his boss's fierce performance in the past few days and had to shut up.

Ophelia randomly selected three people and got on a jeep to the outskirts of the new defense line.

There was already sporadic exchange of fire in the distance.

Nikolai and Iben moved faster than expected.

"They are coming..."

As soon as I stepped into the temporary command post outside the defense line, I heard the one-armed man Tirion observing through a telescope and muttering to himself.

"You're here, right?"

Ophelia walked up behind him and startled him, "It's you? What are you doing here?"

"I've been busy killing Croats these days. I haven't killed many Serbs and Muslims yet." Ophelia pulled down her veil and gave the other party a nasty smile. "That's great. Come with me to the sniper point and count 30 heads first, so that your soldiers won't say that we, the Viper Faction, are not doing our job."