Blackstone Code

"How long until dawn?"

"Eight hours left."

"Only eight hours left..."

After another two houses forward, Ryan's partner asked him what time it was.

Both of them were silent for a moment, and the command vehicle asked them to pick up all the injured soldiers left behind before seven o'clock.

Because once daylight comes, they are likely to be bombarded again.

The Ministry of National Defense has told them that federal artillery has begun to be loaded onto trucks and will arrive at the front line in no more than a week at most. But how are they supposed to hold on during this damn week?

Guard with flesh and blood?

They had guns in their hands, but they were not prepared for this at all.

Therefore, at 7:30 at the latest, the entire line will tighten and then retreat, leaving the main battlefield in the city.

The idea of ​​the command vehicle is to move the main battlefield from the city, where the enemy is obviously more advantageous, to the suburbs.

They even asked some soldiers who were not seriously injured to start digging trenches in the wild, planning to fight a positional war.

As long as they could delay the arrival of supplies and artillery, they could take the city.

In other words, after eight hours, they had to evacuate regardless of whether they could advance to the position where they were attacked in the morning.

The two took a short rest, and Ryan held a mirror and observed the situation outside through the reflection of the mirror.

He found this mirror in this room. Rather than sticking his head out directly, it would be more appropriate to use a mirror.

His fellow snipers were also watching with mirrors.

The flares in the sky were slowly falling, the light they brought was getting darker and darker, and everything became pitch black again.

After darkness fell, the two people took advantage of the faint night light to run quickly down the street and entered the next building.

As soon as they entered the building, the two men picked up their rifles and began to search the rooms. On the way, they had already encountered two or three rooms with enemies hidden in them.

Every movement was quick and careful, and this time they encountered a closed door again.

It looked like it should be a room like a bedroom, with the door tightly closed. At this time, Ryan was no longer as innocent as when he first arrived in Marillo.

He stopped thinking about whether there were people in the room and, if so, whether they were innocent civilians or armed militants.

At this time, any stranger who appeared around him, he had subconsciously regarded them as enemies.

Ryan took a frag grenade off his body, held it in his hand, and stood by the door. His partner stood on the other side.

The two of them cooperated very well.

His partner gently grasped the door handle, twisted it slightly, nodded, and then pushed the door open.

Immediately afterwards, the fragmentation grenade in Ryan's hand was thrown in. Neither of them had the desire to look inside. About three or four seconds later, there was a loud bang.

There were three sunken craters on the wall facing the door, one of which was missing a fragment about the size of a pinky fingernail.

The two of them entered the room one after the other, and the flashlights in their hands illuminated the room very brightly.

An adult male in the corner was seriously injured and was still struggling for his last life. Ryan walked over, calmly raised his gun, and ended his life.

The man's body was shaking all the time. He no longer had the strength to support his body, but he still tried hard to cover something.

After a few seconds, there was a slight cry.

Ryan pushed aside the man's body and saw a child huddled in the corner.

In the darkness, the eyes he looked at the two of them revealed an unspeakable silence and despair, as well as... overwhelming hatred.

Even the light of hatred eventually covers everything else!

"Get out..." Ryan's partner said, knowing that Ryan couldn't do it.

Ryan was silent for a while and left the room silently. Then the sound of a pistol rang out in the room, two shots in a row.

According to the custom of the Federal Army, one shot in the head and one in the heart.

His partner walked out of the room a moment later, both of them acting as if nothing had happened.

In fact, they all know that without the protection of their family, this child may be worse off living in this chaotic place than dead.

Their behavior is far from righteous, and may be very evil, but everyone has their own reasons for doing so.

Just like Ryan, what he is thinking about now is to bring back those comrades in need of help.

The whole house was cleaned, and there was no one else. They came to the window again, looking at the fluorescent hour and second hands on the watch, waiting for the light to come again!

The street fighting progressed very slowly and meticulously. In almost the entire city and every street, there were countless such cooperations conducting alternate reconnaissance.

They kept pushing forward, slowly but always.

At this time, in the command vehicles on the outskirts of the city, the faces of the commanders had not looked better since the morning.

The pace of advancement is too slow.

There is a straight-line distance of about four kilometers from here to the temple. Considering the layout and construction of the city, the actual distance may be longer.

Nearly six or seven hours had passed since the entire afternoon, and they had only advanced a little more than two kilometers.

Every step was taken very slowly. In order to ensure safety, they had to ensure that there were no enemies in the house they searched.

This resulted in their obviously insufficient number of soldiers, so the speed could only become slower.

In other words, if the situation is very good and there is not much resistance and firefighting like in the first half, they may have a chance to bring back their comrades trapped in and near the temple.

But this is obviously unrealistic.

The farther back you go, the harder it will be to move forward. It is very likely that the speed of advancement will be reduced from 100 meters to 10 meters, or even 5 meters!

The sudden sound of a telegram made everyone stunned. Why would someone send a telegram in the middle of the night?

Perhaps it was news from the Ministry of National Defense. The telegraph operators soon parsed the password. The password was somewhat difficult for them to understand. Clear a 500-meter straight runway as soon as possible, and add lighting on both sides of the runway to show the width and angle!

Finally, it added emergency and included the password of the Ministry of National Defense. This was indeed a message sent from China.

The commanders didn't know much, but they had guessed that it might have something to do with the aircraft.

The remaining people were organized and chose a place to start working. When workers do one thing at the same time, seemingly difficult things will become easier.

At about 3:30 in the evening, the runway was completely cleared. Although there were still some uneven spots, everyone did not rest and continued to repair it.

The sky is gradually getting brighter. There is a touch of white in the eastern sky, driving away the darkness of the night. The stars are giving way. This is a sign that the sun, the king of stars, is about to appear.

The gunfire in the city became denser. It may be that the front line accelerated their advance and they also came into contact with more enemies.

Street fighting is very anxious. The anxious part is that you don't know whether the person you passed by the window of the house opposite you for ten seconds is still hiding in that room or has gone to another place.

If you don’t know, you have to test carefully. Every meter of advancement is very difficult for everyone.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and Ryan's heart is sinking. This place is so far away from the temple...

He looked in the direction of the temple in the distance. It was about 700 to 800 meters away, but it was such a short 700 to 800 meters that he had almost no chance to go there.

It was already six o'clock in the morning, and there was still about an hour left before the evacuation. At the current speed, there was no way to push forward, let alone take those people with them and leave quickly.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter. Although it dawns later in the winter morning, people who have been fighting all night can already vaguely see the surrounding things without the need for flares.

Only then did Ryan realize how bold and troublesome they were with the constant flashes of gunfire and flashing figures!

The people directly opposite were almost all enemies, and the gunfire was more intense than an hour ago. It was only at this time that he realized that the opponent might have been resting last night, and they began to participate in the battle with full energy.

Ryan was also very tired and sleepy, but he never thought about sleeping, he couldn't sleep!

In a place where bullets would fly towards him anytime and anywhere, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

His body and instinct were also telling him not to sleep. Once he did, he might fall asleep forever.

But those people opposite, they slept without any burden!

What kind of people are we fighting?

The sound of gunshots made Ryan lower his head. Several bullet holes appeared on the wall behind him. Now, let alone advancing a hundred meters, it was impossible to even cross this street!

A kind of sadness and despair seemed to begin to spread. At this moment, Ryan was suddenly stunned.

A sharp whistle came from outside, which was a bit harsh and made people panic.

The next second, Ryan slammed his partner who was still dazed next to him to the ground. The next second, a silent explosion exploded on the street, and then there was an explosion in his ears!

Shelling!

Ryan knew that sound, he'd heard it all the time in the Navy.

The sailors on the fleet jokingly called this sound the "whistle of death" to describe its horror!

It's shelling!

The earth is shaking, the whole world seems to be collapsing, and the end is coming!

When I was shooting artillery, I never felt how terrible the bombardment was. It is only when you become a target that you can understand how insignificant a person is in the face of war!

Just when the first round of bombardment was over, the voice of the communications squad member suddenly sounded around -

"The command requires us to retreat immediately. Repeat, the command requires us to retreat immediately!"

"The enemy's shelling started earlier than we expected. We cannot continue to advance without fire cover. We must evacuate here!"

At this time, Ryan fell into a state of confusion.

I spent a whole night doing a lot of things against my will, and the result... is this?

It was precisely at this time that a voice he had never heard before came.

Buzz buzz...

Like there are mosquitoes flying around your ears?