Battlefield Contractor

The Anmore Army had long been prepared for a deadly battle in Alkahn, and built powerful fortifications with a wide depth along the outer positions. Starting in the suburbs, there are small positions, shelters, pillboxes, and cobweb-like traffic trenches everywhere. The weather is as dark as the skin of local soldiers, and people walking in this dark night are like jumping into a chimney.

Seeing all this, Lin Rui looked helpless. The war in this small African country has completely degraded to the era of trench warfare of the last century. But there is no other way. The Anmor Army is too weak and can only choose to stick to it this way without artillery support. In the words of General Kadom, this is not sticking to a city, but sticking to the beliefs of a nation. I would rather die on the battlefield than from slavery.

However, the rain has affected the trenches here. The black soldiers of the Anmore coalition were standing in the mud while digging and draining the water, talking eagerly. Lin Rui could not understand their local dialect, and was not interested in knowing what they were talking about. Some black soldiers came down from shifts, squatted in the muddy water and hugged their knees to sleep, snoring. When people are fatigued to a certain degree, even if the enemy's shells fall and the fire is blazing, they can never interrupt their dreams.

From the shelter on the left, there was also a burst of sound. It was the sound from the radio-General Logan's speech on Independence Day. Out of propaganda, these Anmor officers turned it into a heroic declaration. Many military propaganda teams are propagating to the soldiers to boost morale. Soldiers need to support their belief in fighting, and officers need to rely on this to encourage soldiers to work hard. "Warriors of Anmore, the victory belongs to you, and the victory belongs to the people!" The voice of General Logan on the radio still came with passion.

The black soldiers who were agitated waved their weapons and shouted, "Resolutely complete the blocking mission!"

"Don't let the enemy move forward!"

"Hold on to Alkane! Defend the capital!" Powerful propaganda, with a self-hypnotic brainwashing offensive, makes the wisdom of thinking together to extinction, leaving only the passionate power to be activated. The soldiers believed, or were forced to believe, that General Logan was their hero and everything to them. In order to defend General Logan and Anmore, they were willing to leave the last drop of blood.

Of course if they don't believe it, it's fine. Because in addition to the propaganda team, General Kadom also set up a wartime supervising team to shoot deserters.

Standing at the fork of the traffic trench, Lin Rui looked at the black and sudden jungle to the north. He didn't feel the cold rain flowing down his neck, and there was a complicated feeling in his heart. This is war. A soldier cannot decide the course of the war, nor can he understand why he is fighting. Lin Rui didn't know whether these ordinary black soldiers were fighting for their own independence and liberation, or were working for General Logan.

He is just a mercenary, working for money. For him, this is just a job.

Lin Rui left the forefront position and walked forward to the left. He met Jiang An, an actuary who had just inspected the position.

"Just finished, I suggest they reinforce the position on the north side." Jiang An said, and Lin Rui walked forward along the snake-shaped traffic trench.

The two of them walked a hundred meters to the front left, then stopped to stand against the night and drizzle, staring at the enemy's position to the north, silently. The wind from outside the trenches rolled around their clothes. They couldn't see anything except the sporadic fire light on the opposite side, but they still watched motionlessly.

The black people of the propaganda team shouted hoarsely while playing loud music, "We will not squat in the fortifications and be beaten. We will take the initiative to counterattack the enemy during the defense; the enemy’s artillery fire was fierce in the counterattack, and the shells exploded horribly, but Our soldiers will not lie down. As long as you remember the determination, the oath, and the honor! The soldiers will be brave when hearing the voice of General Logan."

Lin Rui turned his head in boredom and said, "The enemy crossed the river this afternoon. What are they doing now?" After a pause, he pondered and said, "Actuarial, what are you thinking?"

Jiang An Youkou unintentionally replied: "Think about everything. This is a broken place, I don't know if we will die here."

Suddenly, Lin Rui and Lin Rui heard the hissing sound, and the two of them were very accustomed to and fell down alertly. A heavy mortar bomb exploded not far from the position, and the flames broke through the dark night sky.

They followed an electric-optical traffic trench to the front of the left-wing position. Jumping over a small ditch here is the enemy's position. The night is deeper, and the sky is darker. Sometimes, one or two red and green flares pierced the dark sky, and the sparse gunfire broke the silence of the night. Lin Rui's face changed slightly, "No!"

"What's the matter?" Jiang An frowned.

"The secret agency has the same satellite communication equipment as our headquarters. They don't need to use this method of flares to communicate." Lin Rui shook his head, "This is a trap, a feint."

There is no sound, people are listening to the movement. Following the wind, there were violent gunshots in the ravine far ahead and right.

Jiang Jian jumped in the fortifications and talked with an ensign Anmore. He asked the second lieutenant in a low voice, "Is there any movement on the other side?"

"The enemy is probably sleeping. Nothing happened," the ensign replied.

Lin Rui frowned and asked, "Didn't you even shoot a gun just now?"

An Anmor soldier pointed to the front and said: "Just now, it was the position over there that fired a few shots. The enemy only fired five flares, and they often bluffed like this."

"How far is it?" Lin Rui shouted.

"Seven or eight hundred meters away, maybe even further," the Anmor black soldier replied.

Standing erect beside the fortifications with his hands behind his back, frowning silently.

An Anmor soldier said: "At eleven o'clock, the enemy kept beating. Come, stand in my bunker and observe," he jumped out of the single bunker. Lin Rui raised his binoculars and looked at it, staring forward and said. "You must pay attention to observation, and find out the location of your neighbors and the range of your guard." He pondered for a while, and then said, "The guard must be extended!"

Lieutenant Anmore nodded and said, "A group has been stretched out in front." There were indeed a few soldiers lying in the bunker, staring at the front with their guns.

"The officers have checked the fortifications just now, and they have done a good job: they are reliable and capable of exerting firepower," the ensign explained.

Lin Rui turned to Jiang An Dao, "Is it our person who is in charge of that position?"

"Black Panther Gulei's troops." Jiang An said solemnly, "Would you like to go over and take a look?"

"No, you stay at the headquarters of the Anmore Army. I'll go over and see the situation." Lin Rui thought for a while and whispered, "Be careful."

"Understand." Jiang An nodded.

(End of this chapter)