Battlefield Contractor

"Yes, sir." The little boss of the secret society was stunned and bowed his head. Conan is one of the Red Baron's most steadfast confidants, and his words are always the same in this team.

"Okay, after a round of inspections, we should also go back. By the way, we should plan tomorrow's battle." Conan said coldly. He turned alone and walked into the rain. The chiefs of the secret society behind him glanced at each other, but they could only follow them.

Back at the temporary headquarters that was barely sheltered from the rain, Conan said to the map on the table, "You are all the leaders of the squadrons. Tell me what you think about the battle tomorrow."

"I won't talk about the battle tomorrow, I want to talk about today's battle first." A secret agency leader whispered, "I think we have been trapped by the other party. They seem to know that we are coming, so we are attacking this time. They simply did not achieve the effect of surprise attacks. Instead, they took advantage of this to set up ambushes along the way to continuously attack us."

"You are nonsense." The other head of the secret agency disagrees. "I think our most urgent thing is to rendezvous with the troops in the southeast city, so that we can form, from the north to the east, and then to the three sides of the south. Encirclement. Suppress the opponent's movement space to the lowest limit. Without movement space, they will have no room for counterattack. We can easily defeat them."

"But the current situation is that the other side also knows our tactics. In the front, they continue to ambush through setting cards. On the sides and the rear, they are constantly attacking our flanks and even the rear through interspersed movements. This allows us It has become very difficult to move forward. In the battle this afternoon, they relied on a barricade to keep us from making any progress for four hours." Conan frowned, "I need a solution to this problem."

The leaders of these militants were a little silent, but in fact, they have no better solution except for the storm. And the other party just drags you undead.

It's like a disadvantaged boxer who receives heavy blows but doesn't fall to the ground. Instead, he entangles with you close to his body, hugs you, and prevents you from opening the space to punch. This cuddling over and over has consumed most of your energy. They can't hit hard, continue to entangle and be unwilling, this is their biggest headache right now.

Conan looked at them and said, "I have a way."

"What?" The little boss of the secret society looked at him.

"The other side's mercenary troops understand our intentions, so they guard against us. What they fear is that we will unite with the troops in the southeast city. So the tactics they developed are very targeted, that is, they will endlessly entangle with me. Like a Like a rascal, even if we can’t beat us, we still have to hug our legs and keep us from moving forward.” Conan said slowly, “But they are not without weakness, their weakness is lack of troops. The original number is below us. After two days of hard fighting, I am afraid that the losses have increased a lot."

"Then, what does the sir mean?" a secret agency leader said.

"We took the initiative to evacuate, not going inside the city, avoiding the streets. From outside the city, bypassing their line of defense, directly to the southeast to meet the troops there, and then join forces to attack the southeast corner." Conan slowly said.

"But in this way, don't we lose the momentum to surround them?" a secret agency leader frowned.

"Yes, on the whole, we have lost the advantage of encircling them, but in the part of the southeast city, we have formed a stronger breakthrough advantage." Conan looked at these men, "It is equivalent to attacking both sides. The plan has become a heavy force to break through one point. Remove the face and strengthen one point, with absolute superiority in force, to help our people forcibly break through the southeast corner."

"It's worth a try, but will they also wait for the opportunity to come back to defense as the unit that is blocking us?" Another little boss frowned.

"They won't, so tomorrow we will only leave a small group of people on the spot to step up the offensive. However, the brigade retreats and detours, and after three to four hours at most, it will be able to merge with our troops originally deployed on the southeast beach. Then work with them to step up the attack on the southeast side, get rid of the entanglement of these mercenaries, and target Wolman." Conan stared at the map.

"This is a brilliant idea. We left some people to contain the interdiction forces here. And they wouldn't expect that we are still fighting with them, but another part of them has already strengthened the offensive in the southeast city. This way. If they do, the fortifications they laid in the city to stop us are almost meaningless." A militant from the secret society nodded.

This proposal stimulated the members of these secret agencies, and they put forward their views on this opinion one after another, and there was a wave of discussion and disputes in the temporary command headquarters. No one noticed that the outpost they arranged on the outermost periphery had encountered an accident.

A secret agency sentinel in a raincoat patrolled the surroundings in the heavy rain. But with such heavy rain, the visibility at night is too low. He didn't even realize that someone behind him had sneaked close to this post. Cold and wet all over, this sentry cursed this ghostly weather in Africa. Suddenly a lightning flashed in the sky, and a thunderbolt blasted.

The sentry suddenly found two shadows in the muddy water on the ground, one was himself, and the other...

The secret agency sentry turned around abruptly, raised his gun and moved behind him, but no one was found. He thought he had hallucinations, took a deep breath and put down the gun in his hand. After confirming the safety of his surroundings, he held the gun and continued patrolling.

But just as he turned around, a person jumped up in the muddy water behind him, and the black dagger in his hand that had been treated with a matt finish suddenly stabbed the sentry's back head and cervical spine. The sharp blade went straight into the brain tissue from below the back of his head, instantly destroying any movement function of his body. The sentry was shocked to find that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger, so he fell headlong in the mud.

Lin Rui, who was concealed in the mud and water after the sentry was completely dead, was covered with mud and dry leaves. Only then did he look around vigilantly and made a gesture behind him. Behind him, Crazy Horse and Yelena followed like ghosts.

"The headquarters should be there, follow me." Lin Rui whispered.

"How can you be sure?" Yelena asked strangely.

Lin Rui whispered, "There is pitch black all around, and they are afraid of exposing the target, so they have implemented light control. But their headquarters should be an exception. Although they hide well and use things to block the light, they still cannot avoid small Noise from power generation equipment. The camp is under light control. Apart from the headquarters, where else will small generators be used?"