Blackstone Code

Bullets were still whizzing outside the house, and Ryan was breathing heavily. He didn't even dare to move now.

He still didn't understand why the child gave him a knife. He looked at the veteran and asked with some fear, "Am I going to die?"

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

He felt like he might not live much longer.

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

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

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

When you arrive at the hospital, the doctor will know what blood to use as soon as he looks at the brand. There is no need for re-testing, which saves a lot of time and increases the probability of survival of the injured.

Ryan's face was filled with despair. He glanced at the little girl who fell at the door with half of her head blown off. He asked in disbelief, "Why...she would do that? I just want to Give her a candy."

The veteran looked at Ryan and said in a very special tone, as if he was mocking himself or sarcastically, "To them, we are intruders after all..."

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

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

Sanchez is a Mallorian. His blue eyes symbolize the nobility of the sky, and under the sky, there is countless hatred.

These provide them with the necessary source of power, which is also what the federal government fears most.

If their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet due to the war, it will only be 30 to 50 million.

But these 350 million people are not ordinary people. They are 350 million people who can become soldiers and veterans who have participated in the war 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 crush the nightmare before it forms!

There was an unknown smile on Ryan's face, and he felt deeply tired, "Have you ever encountered such a thing in Amelia?"

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

He lay on the ground and tilted his head to look at Ryan, "Yes, everyone hates us, because what we have to do is to kill their fathers, husbands, and sons, who are all their relatives. There is no way they can help but Hate us, just like we are now.”

The squad leader pulled the bolt of the gun and took advantage of the moment when the bullets stopped to stand up quickly to fight back.

Immediately across the road there was the sound of something falling heavily, and simple local curses.

"I'm going to die." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop bleeding. The blood showed no sign of slowing down. "I can feel it."

"If you can go back, help me tell my mother that I love her, and help me tell my father not to drink so much..."

The team leader quickly squatted and ran to Ryan and looked at him, "Stop talking nonsense, are you willing to take a gamble?"

"What to bet on?" Ryan asked, "What else can I bet on if I'm like this now?"

"Bet on whether God will take you away!"

The team leader said, pulling down 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 and looked at the team leader, "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 and it's just a small Wound."

"Don't look at the frightening speed and amount of blood loss. In fact, just a cut the size of a wheat germ can cause this kind of injury. As long as we stop bleeding so fast, you can survive."

"And I'm going to cut open your belly, do you want to take a chance?"

After hearing the news that he could survive, Ryan's scalp began to tingle. He nodded vigorously, "Why not, come on!"

"Please bear with it, it hurts a bit..." The next second, the scalpel in the team leader's hand cut open Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines and the like quickly rushed towards the wound.

"Don't use too much force, it will block my sight..." The team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it with gauze, and sucked away the accumulated blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he actually fainted. passed.

"This guy...it's okay if he faints."

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

He didn't know what it was, so he used sutures to quickly hook up the two sides of the split, and pulled hard -

Runen, who was in a coma, sat up abruptly, his face was horribly pale, and he was woken up by the pain.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and big beads of sweat burst out of his skin. He looked at the squad leader, as if he wanted to express something, but was punched in the chin by the squad leader.

"You'd better be quiet!"

Next came the not-so-fine stitches, and Ryan was lucky enough not to puncture his intestines.

The entire operation lasted less than five minutes. The team leader breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the wound was still bleeding, but the speed had obviously slowed down.

He hid under the window sill with his weapon and began to observe the situation outside.

The fighting on the street continued. After the subsequent problems broke out, the command vehicle immediately requested to be withdrawn first.

Now the entire team is trapped in an encirclement. If they cannot break out in time, they will probably be eaten away bit by bit.

Fortunately, there were still some people left on the outskirts of the city. With the help of these people, they successfully opened a channel and allowed the large army to pull out smoothly.

At 12:40 noon, after counting, the number of killed had exceeded 200.

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

Dozens of corpses were hung densely, as if they were showing off something.

This news was quickly reported back to the Ministry of National Defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on listening to the phone when they knew Lynch was eating.

"Confirm the list. I want a detailed and accurate list, and then follow the procedures in accordance with company 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 officers who have participated in combat command in Amelia to replace the commanders sent by the Ministry of Defense to 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, but he couldn't say anything else.

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

Some people in the country, including the military and the Ministry of Defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the federal army.

There are two reasons for their optimism.

The first point is that before the Navy defeated Gaevra, no one thought that the Navy could do it, so they would describe this battle as "a battle in which the fate of the country is bet".

In the end, the navy won. Although the victory was somewhat coincidental, it also proved to a certain extent that the federal navy was not as weak as everyone thought.

They subconsciously think that the Army should be like this and can copy the Navy's success.

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

Moreover, during this process, Blackstone Security also provided them with sufficient convenience and leadership, such as directly allowing them to "discover" the enemy's lair and master the opponent's secret whistle.

These results make those in the country feel that they are good.

Finally, they encountered a truly troublesome opponent this time. As soon as they came into contact, perhaps two to three hundred people died.

The sergeant said there were more than a hundred people, but Lynch didn't believe it. There must be some who couldn't be rescued, and the death toll might exceed ten percent!

This battle loss rate is too high. It can even be said that the people of Blackstone Security will never experience such a high battle loss rate again, otherwise these people will all "retire".

Because they have mental problems, soldiers' ability to kill enemies 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 discovered that "they may die anytime and anywhere" and "it is difficult to destroy the enemy," they could no longer become qualified soldiers.

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

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

The same goes for these three thousand people. Their backbones are all broken. How can they hold on?