Blackstone Code Chapter 1024: Try
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In the camp, Ryan is carrying some things to the truck. The doctor said that the work he is doing now will not cause too much burden on his wound. As long as it is not excessively heavy and forceful, he does not need to worry own wounds.
Looking at the boxes marked with different companies and different numbers, he didn't quite understand.
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 a gun and fired?
He's not sure, and the arrival of these things doesn't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, it should be a good thing, at least it has played a good role in cleaning up the city these days.
These equipment keep the Confederate soldiers safe, they don't need to take a lot of risk to clean every room, just throw a little something in it, and it will be cleaned up in no time.
He had seen a local guy who wanted to ambush federal soldiers... Blackrock Security Field. The guy was hit by a flamethrower and turned into a big fireball.
Some people around him poured water on him, but it didn't completely extinguish the flames, and 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 in an inhumane act is no different from being a hooligan.
He loaded things into the car with a skeleton painted on it and the words "Highly Dangerous" staring at it in green paint.
When everything was transported, he patted the car, and the driver of the transport team drove to the outskirts of the target to set up camp.
At this time, a group of military observers walked past him, and he voluntarily stepped aside.
Military observers have diplomatic privileges. Generally speaking, people will not embarrass military observers. After all, if you beat someone's observer today, they can beat you tomorrow, unless you want to be a blind man, don't look at others, don't seen by others.
Ryan looked at these people without a good face.
He doesn't like Gafra people. Some people in China like Gafra people very much and respect Gafra's culture, and this group is not a small group.
They found all kinds of evidence through various methods to prove that the Federation should belong to Gefra, although they don't understand how the brains of these people are paralyzed, but they are really annoying.
This is not discrimination against persons with disabilities.
Back to the tent, Ryan took a pack of Silver Age from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it.
As a "supply" for Blackstone's security field, each person's two Silver Age supplies per month are also standard military supplies. Ryan doesn't know how much this cigarette costs, but he doesn't think it's too cheap.
But it doesn't matter, it's all money from the Ministry of Defense anyway.
He likes this kind of cigarette with a bit of energy. It can be enjoyable to smoke. He looks at the people in the distance and chats with the wounded who are also basking in the sun.
"Guess what they're here for?"
Half of the face of the wounded man sitting on the side was thrown off by a bullet. The surgery and his will to survive kept him alive, but he also became very terrifying.
"I guess they're here to steal secrets, we've never had a military observer get so close to us." These words sound like a veteran, at least he's encountered such a situation.
Ryan seems to feel the same way, "I really don't know why they are allowed to come here. I think a lot of new equipment shipped in some time ago should be classified as secret."
"That bureaucracy in the Department of Defense is really killing us!"
At first, scolding the Ministry of Defense seemed to touch a certain nerve in everyone. Soon someone ran out of the tent with a cane and scolded them with them.
Not long after, a dozen people gathered on Ryan's side, and they kept scolding the Ministry of Defense, scolding them for bureaucracy, scolding them for operating in the dark, scolding them for corruption and accepting bribes, scolding them for being inefficient and inefficient, scolding them for paying taxpayers money for coffee...
"We're going back next week, won't you go back together?"
After chatting for a while, everyone talked about bringing the wounded back to resettle after the next week's supply ship came.
Ryan didn't leave last time, and he doesn't seem to want to leave this time either.
Ryan shook his head, he looked at the sky in the distance, waited for a while, then looked back at them, and said with a smile, "I'm not going back, the doctor said I'm recovering well, I want to to the front."
"I was number one when I was in the Stormtroopers, and I don't want to be behind this time."
No one has anything to say about his strong desire to fight, other than to praise, but not support.
These wounded people range from newcomers to veterans who have been working at Blackstone Security for two years, knowing that war will inevitably kill people.
Either the enemy dies, or oneself dies, and others will die.
It can even be said that they are lucky now, because no matter now or in the future, they don't need to go to the battlefield again, they exchanged their disability for a relatively favorable living environment in the future.
Blackstone Security will arrange an easy job for them. It is said that it is still a work in cooperation with the Ministry of Defense. The specific content is still unclear.
They are luckier than those who have died, and who still face the war, and 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 persuaded the commander and went on the expedition with everyone.
He's still in charge of logistics, and won't be on the front line, doing something in the back.
This time, the Ministry of Defense did not designate a certain commander. Instead, the Ministry of Defense provided five people, and Blackstone Security provided three people to form a command.
The specific tactics will be implemented after everyone's discussion and results. When Lynch heard their thoughts, he knew why there were five people in the Ministry of Defense, and there were only three people on his side.
The Ministry of Defense is still treating war with their own unique methods and attitudes, and they seem to have not really understood the cruelty of war.
Except for a very small number of animals like humans, most people will have the mentality of flocking to the crowd, and they are interfering with the final decision through the number of people.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was not so bright, and some loudspeakers in the city began to sound.
The content of the loudspeaker is the same as the one issued by the riverside city, asking everyone not to go out in their own homes, to lock the doors and windows, and not to look outside. They may be killed as enemies.
The entire broadcast continued for thirty minutes before the first attack began.
Ryan held the binoculars in the rear and watched the armored vehicle cooperate with the soldiers to enter the city smoothly. He did not relax because of such a smooth entry, and was still watching closely.
Not far away, some military observers are also watching, and they don't seem to be satisfied with such a bland "offensive".
Meanwhile, at a distance, representatives of a group of warlords have gathered.
In the eyes of outsiders, these warlords should have irreconcilable contradictions and hatreds with each other. After all, this is Mariro, where extreme racism prevails.
The feud between the Maliro and the Mallory for generations has never been resolved, and no one will think that they can be united unless one party is completely dead.
But at this moment, they are sitting together.
The left side of the table is full of Malori people and the right side of the table is full of Malori people, don't care if it's really that hard for them to sit with each other, at least they're sitting here, sitting at the same table around.
"The Federals have reached out to another city, and they may take more land next."
The representative who speaks comes from a big warlord force. Like Sanchez, he belongs to the "son of the general". "Whatever problem there is between us, it is our own business, and the federal people should not intervene." /
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, but you did not kill Sanchez according to the plan we agreed."
"He's still alive, and as long as he's alive, the Commonwealth 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 have shamelessly interfered with what happened here. Everyone is worried. They are worried that the greed of the Federals and their appetite is too great. Once they get too much, they will not leave easily.
So Marillo's situation is unpredictable, just to deal with the Commonwealth.
The wars between the big warlords are frequent, but in fact they are taking the opportunity to expand the land and annex those small and medium warlords.
The sudden intervention of the Commonwealths made it impossible for them to wait for the small and medium-sized warlords to gradually perish themselves. They had to speed up this speed in order to strengthen their power and strength.
It seems that they are fighting against each other and their strength should be constantly regressed, but in fact, their territory is bigger than before, and their subordinates are also more, and even the weapons in their hands have become more sophisticated.
The person who spoke first was silent for a while, "This is an accident. There are federal people around him to protect him, and we have done our best."
"Even our assassination was successful in a way~IndoMTL.com~ He was dead, but the feds rescued him..."
"The devil knows if you're telling the truth!"
The two groups of people were about to quarrel, and someone patted the table hard, "Enough!"
"We're not sitting together to fight, we're here to solve problems, what are we going to do next?"
"The Federals are planning to help Sanchez win another city. How do we deal with the current situation?"
The room was calm again, everyone was thinking about weighing the current situation, and after a while, someone came up with an idea.
"Why don't we try to fight a real fight with the main force of the Commonwealth?", he looked at everyone at the table, "We didn't have a real collision, and they lost a lot when they were on the riverbank. , which means that if we arrange the main team to face them, we may not lose.”
"I admit their navy is great, but this is Marillo, this is a landlocked country, and we are not threatened by the navy!"