Blackstone Code Chapter 1026: Bombing

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A warlord was walking around the room, tired from walking, just sat down and stood up, continuing to walk back and forth.

Cigarette butts were everywhere on the ground, and some cigarettes were thrown on the ground after only two puffs.

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

He's annoyed because those big warlords are planning to snipe those Federations on his territory!

There is no doubt that, whether or not they were able to successfully snipe the Commonwealth, these men would not later admit that they did it.

And he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the willful behavior of these big warlords, and he may even be blacklisted by the Federation.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood in the toilet shaking for a long time, and he didn't shake out a drop of urine.

He felt that he was going to die. This feeling of being able to feel that his death was approaching a little bit every day was really very bad. He wanted to run, but he couldn't.

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

Things like "running is a cowardly act" or "you're not going anywhere", which everyone likes to do, let the corpse "talk" to deter the disobedient.

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

A day ago he hated the Federation and Sanchez so much, they had many choices why they had to 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 Federals would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone put this account on him!

"Colonel, what are you going to eat tonight?", the officer outside the door knocked on the door and asked a question.

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

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

They've been watching these confederates yesterday, or longer, and they know that at six o'clock at night, the confederates will gather for dinner, and after that they won't do anything.

This is a very good time to attack them, they have little defense, and no one will eat with a gun.

The Colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thumping thump sounded like thunder that 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 doesn't seem to be alive. You can't see any obvious signs of flow in those shallow creeks, and even think it's not flowing.

But when you reach out and touch the water, and the water hits your fingers, creating ripples, you'll understand that it's moving.

The time quietly came to 5:45.

After a long day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot, and the dining car at 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 Mallory was overthrown and the temple was deserted.

But it's now the most suitable place to use as a forward base, as the terrain is higher and it's easier to defend.

A soldier took off all the burdens on his body. He took an aluminum lunch box and started queuing for dinner. He smelled the saliva in the air, and he couldn't help shouting, "What shall we eat at night? ?"

"Beef, and potatoes and noodles!"

The soldiers who were queuing and approaching cheered, beef stew with potatoes and noodles, everyone's favorite dinner.

Noodles are the kind of refined flour, pulled into the size of a thumb, slightly thick, put it in after the beef stew and potatoes are stewed, and cook it for a while before picking it up.

There is no thick soup, the noodle corner absorbs the aroma of the beef and broth, and it tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.

After a day of fighting, perhaps this is the most relaxing time for everyone.

The soldier looked at the dining cart that was getting closer and swallowed continuously. He muttered something in his mouth, as if urging the people in front to go faster.

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

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

The next second, he looked up slightly at the sky in the distance, with a confused expression, "Did you hear anything?"

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

Somewhat sharp and ear-piercing, there is also an inexplicable fear in my heart.

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

With a loud bang, the whole city was shaken!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"

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

There are no flames in the air, only fragments that are invisible to the naked eye flying around.

Dust rustled from the walls of the ancient temples, and the debris made big holes and small eyes. Everyone tried their best to keep their bodies as close to the ground as possible.

The soldier panted heavily. He looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen, trying his best to keep his emotions less intense.

He was trained before he came 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 loudly "I'm **** hurt", but to press the wound, lie down and slow down. , allowing the body to relax.

This will keep him alive three to five minutes longer than running around.

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

Glancing at the dining cart that was overturned by the shell in front of him, and looking at the potato pieces and beef mixed with soil on the ground, he hesitated for a while, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

Even if you die, you have to eat your fill first.

The blood spilled from the wound soon wet the ground. He couldn't move, just lay on his stomach...

War is never benevolent because of someone!

As soon as the outpost was attacked and shelled, the command car was alerted. A group of school officials stood outside the car and looked at the temple where the dust was constantly rising in the distance. Everyone's expressions froze.

The colonel with the highest rank was trembling slightly, and then he shouted frantically, "Quickly contact the front line, report the injury, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."

He then returned to the command car, and while standing at the door, he said loudly, "Control the person in charge of the investigation, he will be responsible for this loss!"

Bad news from the outpost, most of them took off their body armor when they were attacked while they were eating.

This also caused the fragments to bring the most terrifying killing effect in the crowd. Any fragment can easily kill one or two people, and people fell in pieces.

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

What's more deadly is that before the shelling was over, the sound of fighting was heard outside the temple. It was obvious that the other party launched an attack under the cover of artillery fire.

This method of tactics has been proven its effectiveness in the First World War. Artillery support covers infantry attacks. This is no longer a petty fight, this is war!

There was a fierce quarrel in the command car, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command car issued the latest order, abandoned the outpost, and retreated to the periphery of the city.

At the same time, let the remaining 700 soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, thanks to those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.

For example, some small things that can be used as rock masses when they are propped up are now functioning.

The idea of ​​the frontline command is to build a line of defense along the outer edge of the city. If you need to retreat, you can withdraw into the field at any time. If you don't need to retreat, you can rely on these lines of defense to organize a counterattack.

And at the moment at the riverbank camp, Ryan is also having dinner.

"I like their beef stew with potatoes. The potatoes are very badly stewed, which is good." He gently pressed a piece of potato into mashed potatoes with a spoon, and then mixed with the stewed potatoes. The broth full of gravy and sauce is spooned up together, put in your mouth, shut your mouth...

That feeling is really beautiful!

Each piece of mashed potatoes the size of sand is full of broth, rich and delicious, and then a piece of stewed beef, perhaps this is the most memorable meal in life.

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

These were all just transferred from elsewhere, and Blackrock Security is said to have scaled back the field crew on Amelia's side ~IndoMTL.com~ and sent them all over here.

He also ran towards the assembled playground, grabbing a soldier who was wearing a body armor and asking loudly, "What happened?"

The soldier didn't hide it either, and said directly, "The front line was shelled, and the front line command needs our support..."

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

The wounded soldiers looked at him and asked what happened, then fell silent.

Ryan, on the other hand, has already started wearing the equipment. He has a sense of mission, and he thinks he should put it on at this time.

Actually, there is not so much what and why. He just has this idea. He feels that he is better, and he should do something.

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

"Senior Sergeant Ryan of the Land and Sea Stormtroopers, report from injury, sir!"