Battlefield Contractor

"However, if we deploy troops to deal with these guerrillas, the pressure on the northern warlords will be greatly reduced. Logan and those northern warlords will continue to travel in the north." Vasily said in a deep voice, "This is with us. The previous strategy goes against it."

"The war situation changes quickly. No strategy is immutable. You can only adjust the strategy according to the changes in the battle situation. If you don't understand, you can watch. But don't stop people who really know how to do the right thing." Red Baron shook his head. Sneered.

The two were at odds with each other. Although Vasily was the prince of the secret society in name, the Red Baron was still domineering. Because he has enough confidence, he established the secret society's influence in Africa. Without him, even Vasily couldn't touch anyone. This is why Vasily is very jealous of him.

The strategist Maklowski, who has not spoken up, raised his head and smiled slightly, "Both of them calmed down. After all, we don't want to see such a thing. It is understandable to be angry, but it should not be confused. It's a battle. It's just some guerrillas, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible for them to disturb the whole situation."

"They are really just guerrillas, but they have become more and more rampant recently, especially the attack on St. Stephen's Correctional Camp. It has made them famous, and it is said that they have formed an anti-Orumi government coalition. Oulu The Mi Liberation Organization and the Anmor Independent Organization are united, and there are small armed forces in various places, and the total number has exceeded 10,000. Do you think they can't affect the overall situation?

I must warn you that although we have mastered the Orumi Federation, the foundation is still unstable. Especially at this time, every successful attack by these guerrillas was a serious shake to the authority of the Federation. When everyone lacks respect for us, everyone will stand up against us. At this time there will be rebellions, and they will emerge in endlessly. We will be struggling to cope, but with little effect. Gentlemen, this is Olumi. Here, no one in power is absolutely safe. Especially when he lost the necessary authority. "The Red Baron opened his hands.

"The Baron’s words are very right." Maklovsky immediately changed his words, "I want to say this too. I mean, one or two small guerrillas will not hinder the overall situation, but when they are strong enough to form a coalition army At that time, things have changed. If they attacked the transportation line and made small noises, and we can bear it, then the recent St. Stephen's Punishment Camp incident has completely changed things. We must deal with them."

"But you just said that the northern warlord is more threatening." Vasily frowned.

"Grand Duke, we are talking about threats, but we must see another side, and that is ambition. The expansion of ambition will make meek sheep show their fangs. Logan and his northern warlords are not that big. Ambition, they just want to hold on to their own territory. They have never thought about going south to attack the Orumi government forces. But these guerrillas are different. They are more greedy and ambitious. We can’t do it again. Repeatedly condone their ambitions." Makovsky shook his head.

"That said, you also agreed to withdraw part of the federal army to deal with the guerrillas?" Vasily frowned.

"It must be so. The time we actually control the Federation is too short, so we must consider the stability of the Federation. As for the north, we can retain a small amount of troops and maintain a balance of power with the northern warlords such as Logan. At the same time, we will draw back our troops and increase the * *The suppression of the guerrillas." Maklovsky nodded. "There will be no loss on both sides, but it is slowing down the offensive to the north. But if it is at this price, I think it is worth it to get a stable rear."

"Well, I agree." Vasily whispered, "You are still in charge of northern affairs. As for the guerrillas, the baron's people will handle it."

"It wouldn't be enough." The Red Baron stood up and walked straight out, "It made me waste my tongue here."

Conan smiled awkwardly at the others, and immediately got up and turned around to follow.

"Damn, he's getting too much." Vasily whispered, "Don't put the Grand Duke in his eyes at all."

"But the Grand Duke still admires him. It's you, Mr. Vasily, you have to think about it. How long can you be a puppet Grand Duke?" Maklovsky whispered in his ear, "This is not Europe, this It’s the territory of the Red Baron. To fight against him is tantamount to dying. I believe that even if he kills us, the Grand Duke will not blame him. Although we are all pawns, some pawns can be discarded. Some are not to be discarded. Duke understands this, and you should also understand."

After speaking, Makovsky smiled coldly and turned away. Vasily felt cold in his heart, and he could hear Maklovsky’s overtones: The Red Baron and Maklovsky were both talents that the Secret Service Grand Duke relied on, and he was just a puppet, except for the false name of a Duke. He is nothing. This made his heart faintly unbearable, but he had to endure it.

Lin Rui and others stayed in the camp of the guerrillas for about four days, and once again led the team back to St. Kaiser Island. He must meet with Silver Wolf and talk about his views on these recent missions. If the problem of information leakage is not resolved, it will be a big trouble.

The sea breeze on St. Kaiser Island made people sober. Lin Rui jumped from the water transport plane and landed on the ferry boat. The other mercenaries also continued to board the boat. Sergey lay in the boat and laughed, "I finally came back. This time I must get drunk."

"You got drunk every time." Crazy Horse mocked, "Every time we drag you out from under the table in Angel's Paradise Bar, or else we are lying on which woman."

The mercenaries laughed. This island has a special meaning to them. Many things here are built by them. To them, here is like a home. You can get drunk without any worries, and you can lie on the beach in the sun. Only here, they seem to be able to completely draw a line from war and live like themselves. Even such days are always short.

Lin Rui stood on the boat, looking at the pier gradually approaching in the distance. Although he was smiling, his mood was down. Because he knew that the guerrillas of Olumi would soon be thoroughly cleansed by the secret society. Although their mission achieved their goals this time, they bought enough time for them, but the time was exchanged for the sacrifices of these guerrillas.

(End of this chapter)