Blackstone Code

In the camp, Ryan is moving some things to the truck. The doctor said that the work he is doing will not put too much burden on his wound. As long as it is not too heavy and forceful, he does not need to worry about his wound. question.

Looking at the boxes labeled with different companies and numbers, he was a little confused.

Since last month, so-called experts have been coming here, and they have brought a lot of interesting equipment.

Like a flamethrower, like a grenade that can be mounted on the muzzle and fired?

He was not sure whether the arrival of these things was a good thing or a bad thing. It should be a good thing, at least it played a good role in cleaning up the city in the past few days.

These equipment protect the safety of federal soldiers. They do not need to take great risks to clean every room. They only need to throw a little something inside and it will be cleaned soon.

He had seen a local who wanted to ambush federal soldiers...the Blackstone Security Field Service. The guy was directly hit by a flamethrower, and his whole body turned into a big fireball.

People around him poured water on him, but it couldn't completely extinguish the flames. People just watched him turn into a coke.

But from a humanitarian perspective...

Ryan shook his head. War itself is an inhumane act. Talking about humanitarianism during inhumane acts is actually no different from being a hooligan.

He loaded his stuff into his car, which had a skull painted on it and the words "HIGH DANGER" staring out in green paint below.

After everything was transported, he patted the car, and the driver of the transportation team drove the car to camp outside the target.

At this time, a group of military observers passed by him, and he took the initiative to step aside.

Military observers have diplomatic privileges, and generally speaking, no one will embarrass military observers. After all, if you hit someone else’s observer today, they will hit you tomorrow, unless you want to be a blind man, neither looking at others nor being seen by others. .

Ryan looked at these people with no good expression.

He doesn't like the Gefra people. Some people in the country like the Gefra people very much and admire their culture. Moreover, this group is not a small group.

They used various methods to find various evidences to prove that the Federation should belong to Gaevra. Although they did not understand how these people's brains were paralyzed, they were really annoying.

This is not discrimination against people with disabilities.

Back at the tent, Ryan took out a pack of Silver Age from his pocket, lit it and started smoking.

As a "supply" for Blackstone's security field operations, two cigarettes per person per month were also standard military supplies in the Silver Age. Ryan didn't know how much a pack of these cigarettes cost, and he didn't think they were too cheap.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s all paid for by the Ministry of Defense anyway.

He liked this kind of strong cigarette very much, and it was very enjoyable to smoke. He looked at the people in the distance and chatted with the wounded who were also sunbathing around him.

"What do you think they are here for?"

The wounded man sitting on the side had half of his face blown off by a bullet. Surgery and his will to survive allowed him to survive, but he also became very terrifying.

"I guess they are here to steal secrets. We have never let military observers get so close to us." These words sounded like a veteran, at least he had encountered such a situation.

Ryan seemed to feel the same way, "I really don't know why the higher-ups allowed them to come over. I think a lot of the new equipment that was shipped some time ago should be considered confidential."

“That bureaucracy in the Department of Defense is really going to kill us!”

The initial scolding of the Ministry of National Defense seemed to have touched a certain nerve in everyone, and soon someone else ran out of the camp on crutches and scolded them together.

Not long after, a dozen people gathered at Ryan's side. They kept scolding the Department of Defense, scolding them for being bureaucratic, scolding them for operating behind the scenes, scolding them for corruption, scolding them for being incompetent and inefficient, and scolding them for using taxpayers' money. Drink coffee……

"We are going back next week, won't you go back with us?"

After chatting for a while, everyone discussed that after the supply ship arrives next week, the wounded will be taken back for resettlement.

Ryan didn't leave last time, and he didn't seem to want to leave this time.

Ryan shook his head. He looked at the sky in the distance, waited for a while, and then looked back at them and said with a smile, "I won't go back. The doctor said that I am recovering well and I am going to the front line. "

"I was number one when I was in the Marine and Land Stormtroopers, and I don't want to fall behind this time."

Everyone had nothing to say about his strong idea of ​​​​wanting war. They could only say that they appreciated it but did not support it.

Some of these injured people were new arrivals, and some were veterans who had been working in Blackstone Security for two years. They knew very well that people would die in war.

Either the enemy dies or oneself dies. Someone will die.

It can even be said that they are lucky now, because they do not need to go to the battlefield no matter now or in the future. They have exchanged their disabilities for a relatively comfortable living environment in the future.

Blackstone Security will arrange an easy job for them. It is said that it is a job in cooperation with the Ministry of Defense. The specific content is not yet clear to them.

They are much luckier than those who have died in the war and those who still have to face the war. They are free from fear.

Soon, four days later, a large number of field soldiers were transferred to the new front line. After applying for a long time, Ryan finally convinced the commander and joined everyone on the expedition.

He is still responsible for logistics and will not go to the front line and do something in the rear.

This time, the Ministry of National Defense did not designate a certain commander. Instead, the Ministry of National Defense provided five people and Blackstone Security provided three people to form a command post.

Specific tactics were implemented after everyone discussed the results. When Lynch heard their ideas, he knew why there were five people in the Ministry of Defense and only three on his side.

The Ministry of National Defense is still treating war with its own unique methods and attitudes. It seems that they have not yet truly understood the cruelty of war.

Except for a very small number of animals like humans, most people have a herd mentality, and they use their numbers to interfere in the final decision.

At around seven o'clock in the morning, when the sky was still not very bright, some loudspeakers in the city began to sound.

The content of the loudspeaker is the same as that of the river bank city, asking everyone not to go out in their own homes, lock doors and windows, and not to look outside, as they may be killed as enemies.

The entire broadcast lasted for thirty minutes, and then the first round of attacks began.

Ryan held up his binoculars from the rear and watched the armored vehicles and soldiers smoothly enter the city. He did not relax because of such a smooth entry and was still watching closely.

Not far away, some military observers were watching, and they seemed dissatisfied with such a bland "offensive."

At the same time, far away, a group of warlord representatives gathered together.

In the eyes of outsiders, these warlords should have irresolvable conflicts and hatred between each other. After all, this is Marillo, where extreme racism is prevalent.

No one can resolve the feud between the Malorians and the Malorians for generations. Unless one party is completely dead, no one will think that they can unite.

But at this moment, they were sitting together.

There were Mallorians on the left side of the table, and Mallorians on the right side of the table. Regardless of whether it was really difficult for them to sit with each other, at least they were sitting here, around the same table.

"The federals have reached out to another city, and they may take away more land."

The representative person who spoke came from a large warlord force. Like Sanchez, he was a "son of a general." "No matter what problems we have between us, it is our own business, and the federal people should not get involved."

At this time, another person suddenly said, "The problem is not with me. I killed the general and his family according to the plan we agreed on, but you did not kill Sanchez according to the plan we agreed on."

"He is still alive. As long as he is alive, the Federation people will always be able to intervene in Marillo's affairs through him."

The people in the room were silent for a moment. The word "Federation" was too heavy for them.

The Federals shamelessly interfered with what happened here. Everyone was worried. They were worried that the Federals were greedy and their appetite was too big. Once they got too much, they would not leave easily.

Therefore, the unpredictable situation in Marillo was designed to deal with the Federals.

There are frequent battles between the big warlords, but in fact they are taking the opportunity to expand their land and annex the small and medium-sized warlords.

The sudden intervention of the federal people made it impossible for them to wait for the gradual demise of the small and medium-sized warlords themselves. They had to speed up the process to increase their power and strength.

It seems that they are fighting each other and their strength is constantly declining, but in fact, their territory is larger than before, there are more people under them, and even the weapons in their hands have become more sophisticated.

The person who spoke first was silent for a while, "This was an accident. There are federal people around him to protect him. We have done our best."

"Even to a certain extent, our assassination was successful. He was already dead, but the federal people rescued him..."

"Who knows if you are telling the truth!"

The two groups were about to quarrel, and someone slammed the table hard, "That's enough!"

"We are not sitting together to quarrel, we are going to solve the problem. What are we going to do next?"

"The federals plan to help Sanchez capture another city. How do we deal with the current situation?"

The room returned to calm, and everyone was thinking about weighing the current situation. After a while, someone came up with an idea.

"Why don't we try to have a real fight with the main force of the Federals?" He looked at everyone at the table, "We have not had a real collision, and their losses on the river bank were also very large, which shows that If we deploy our main team to face them, we may not lose.”

"I admit that their navy is very powerful, but this is Marillo, a landlocked country, and we are not threatened by the navy!"