Blackstone Code

A warlord walked back and forth in the room. When he was tired, he just sat down and stood up again, continuing to walk back and forth.

Cigarette butts could be seen everywhere on the ground, and some cigarettes were thrown to the ground by him after only two puffs.

But not long after he threw it away, he couldn't help but take out a new one and light it again.

He was very troubled because those big warlords planned to snipe the federal people on his territory!

There is no doubt that regardless of whether they can successfully snipe the Federals, these people will not admit that they did these things afterwards.

But he, an ordinary warlord, had to pay for the willful behavior of these big warlords, and he might even be on the federal blacklist.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over, and he had a desire to go to the toilet, but even after standing in the toilet for a long time and shaking, not a drop of urine came out.

He felt that he was going to die. This feeling of feeling that his death was getting closer every day was really bad. He wanted to run, but he couldn't.

If he dares to run, his body will soon be hung on a telephone pole or statue somewhere, and a sentence will be engraved on his chest.

Things like "Running away is a coward's act" or "You can't go anywhere", etc. Everyone likes to do this and let the corpse "speak" to scare those who are disobedient.

He has done it too, but he doesn't want others to use him to do it, so he can only continue to stay here.

A day ago, he hated the Federation and Sanchez extremely. They had many choices, why did they choose their own territory to attack. He cursed those people, hoping that a meteorite would fall and kill these sons of bitches.

But at this moment, he began to pray again that the federal people would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone put this account on him!

"Colonel, what do you plan to have for dinner tonight?" The officer outside knocked on the door and asked a question.

The warlord known as the Colonel was stunned for a moment. He looked at the gemstone watch on his wrist. It was already 4:57 in the afternoon, and there was only one hour left before the sniper attack.

Those big warlords plan to snipe the federal people at six o'clock tonight.

They had been observing these federal people yesterday, or even longer ago, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federal people would gather together to eat, and after that they would do nothing.

This is a very good time to attack them. They have no defense. No one will hold a gun while eating.

The colonel's heart was about to beat out of his chest, and the thumping sound was like thunder, which frightened him.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything, give me a bottle of wine, I need it..."

Time is like a stream in the mountains and forests. When you look at it, it does not seem to be alive. You cannot see any obvious signs of flow in the shallow stream water, and you may even think that it is not flowing.

But when you reach out to touch the water and the water hits your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.

The time came quietly to five forty-five.

After a whole day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot. The dining car from the rear came to deliver dinner. Everyone chose a place with better terrain.

It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Malorites was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.

But it has now become the most suitable place to use as an advance base, because the terrain here is higher and it is easier to defend.

A soldier took off all the burdens on his body. He took an aluminum lunch box and started queuing up to receive dinner. Smelling the scent in the air that caused salivation, he couldn't help shouting, "What shall we eat tonight?"

"Beef, potatoes and pasta!"

The soldiers who were lining up and walking towards us cheered. Beef stew with potatoes and noodles was everyone's favorite dinner.

Noodles are made from refined flour. Pinch into thumb-sized pieces and are slightly thick. Put them in after the beef stew and potatoes are simmered, and cook for a while before taking them out.

There is no thick soup, the noodles absorb the aroma of beef and broth, and taste very chewy, just like eating meat.

After a day of fighting, perhaps this is the time when everyone is most relaxed.

The soldier looked at the dining car getting closer and closer, swallowing his saliva continuously. He muttered something, as if urging the people in front to go faster.

After a while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out his lunch box with a smile on his face. "Give me more potatoes..."

The cook nodded. The soldier subconsciously glanced at his watch at this time. It was exactly six o'clock!

The next second, he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky in the distance, his expression a little confused, "Did you hear anything?"

The cook was stunned for a moment, and he turned back to look at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads, because at this time they all clearly heard a very strange sound.

It was a bit sharp and harsh, and there was also an inexplicable fear in my heart.

The next second, a black spot appeared in the sky, and then the black spot landed in the temple!

There was a loud bang, and the whole city was shaken!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"

Suddenly the siren sounded, and people began to randomly grab the equipment they had just taken off and scatter to avoid the artillery fire.

There was no flame rising into the sky, only fragments that could not be caught by the naked eye flying everywhere.

Dust fell on the walls of the ancient temple, and large holes and small holes were made by the debris. Everyone tried to keep their bodies as close to the ground as possible.

The soldier gasped for air. He lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on his waist and abdomen, trying his best to make his emotions less intense.

He received training before coming to the battlefield, and knew that what he needed to do most now was not to stand up and cover the wound, wave his arms and shout "I'm fucking hurt", but to press on the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing, and let his body Relax.

This will allow him to survive for three to five minutes longer than running around.

In these three to five minutes, maybe his life can turn around.

He glanced at the dining car that was overturned by the shells and looked at the potato chunks and beef mixed with soil on the ground. He hesitated, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

Even if you die, you have to eat enough first.

The blood that overflowed from the wound quickly wet the ground. He couldn't move while eating, and just lay there...

War never becomes merciful because of one person!

The command vehicle was alerted as soon as the outpost was attacked and shelled. A group of school officers stood outside the vehicle and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expressions froze.

The body of the colonel with the highest military rank was trembling slightly, and he shouted frantically, "Contact the front line quickly, report the injuries, and prepare to send people to bring them back..."

As he spoke, he returned to the command vehicle. When he stood at the door, he loudly said, "Control the person in charge of the investigation. He will be responsible for this loss!"

The news coming from the outpost was not good. Most of them had taken off their body armor when they were attacked while they were dining.

This also caused the fragments to have the most terrifying killing effect on the crowd. A piece of fragment could easily kill one or two people, and people fell down in droves.

Of the 1,500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1,000 will survive.

What's even more deadly is that before the shelling has ended, the sounds of fighting can be heard outside the temple. It is obvious that the other party launched an attack under the cover of artillery fire.

This method of warfare has been proven effective during World War I. Artillery support covered infantry attacks. This is no longer a trivial matter, this is war!

A fierce argument was going on in the command vehicle, but the argument lasted only a short time. Two minutes later, the command vehicle issued the latest order to abandon the outpost and retreat to the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, the remaining 700 soldiers were asked to quickly build simple defenses, thanks to those military industrial companies for bringing some convenient equipment.

For example, some small things that can be used as rock mass when supported are now playing a role.

The idea of ​​the frontline command is to build a line of defense on the outer edge of the city. If retreat is necessary, it can be withdrawn into the wild at any time. If retreat is not needed, it can rely on these lines of defense to organize counterattacks.

At this moment in the riverside camp, Ryan was also having dinner.

"I like the beef stew they cook with potatoes. The potatoes are stewed very well, which is good." He pressed lightly with a spoon and pressed a piece of potato into mashed potatoes, and then stewed it until it was full of gravy. Scoop up the broth with the sauce, put it in your mouth, and close your mouth...

That feeling is so wonderful!

Each mashed potato as big as sand is filled with broth, rich and delicious, and coupled with a piece of braised beef, perhaps this is the most memorable dinner in life.

While chatting about dinner, suddenly an alarm sounded in the camp. Ryan subconsciously stood up and looked at the soldiers who were gathering not far away.

These were all just transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone Security reduced the number of field personnel on duty in Amelia and transported these people here.

He also ran towards the gathering playground, and caught a soldier who was wearing a body armor on the way, and asked loudly, "What happened?"

The soldier did not hide anything and said directly, "The front line is under shelling, and the front line command needs our support..."

Ryan was stunned. He stood there for a while, then turned and ran towards the camp.

The sick and wounded soldiers looked at him and asked what happened, and then fell into silence.

Ryan, on the other hand, has already begun to put on the equipment. He has a sense of mission and thinks that he should take the lead at this time.

In fact, there are not so many whats and whys. He just has this idea. He feels that he is better and it is time to do something.

He ran frantically towards the playground, and when these people were about to leave, he finally arrived.

"Sergeant Ryan, Marine and Marine Stormtrooper, reported to have recovered from injury, sir!"