Blackstone Code Chapter 1029: Evacuation and support
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"How long until dawn?"
"Eight hours left."
"There are only eight hours left..."
After advancing two houses again, Ryan's partner asks him what time he is now.
Both were silent for a moment, and the command car demanded that they must pick up all the wounded soldiers who had left before seven o'clock.
Because there's a good chance they'll be shelled again once it's dawn.
The Department of Defense has told them that the federal artillery has begun to be loaded, and it will take no more than a week to arrive at the front line, but how the **** is it going to be guarded in a week?
To defend with flesh and blood?
People have guns in their hands, and they are not prepared for this at all.
So at 7:30 at the latest, the entire line will tighten and then retreat, leaving the city's main battlefield.
The idea of the command car is to move the main battlefield from the city, which clearly has an advantage over the enemy, to the outskirts.
They even had some soldiers, who were not so seriously injured, start digging trenches in the field, intending to fight a positional battle.
As long as the supplies and artillery arrive, they can take the city.
In other words, after eight hours, they must evacuate whether or not they can advance to the position where they were attacked in the morning.
The two rested for a while, and Ryan held a mirror and observed the situation outside through the reflection of the mirror.
He found this mirror in this room, and it's more appropriate to use a mirror than the crazy way of sticking his head out.
His fellow snipers are also looking through the mirror.
The flare in the sky is slowly falling, the light it brings is getting darker and darker, and everything is pitch black again.
After darkness fell, the two quickly ran down the street and entered the next building, taking advantage of the weak night light.
As soon as they entered the building, the two picked up their rifles and began to search the room. On the way, they had encountered two or three rooms with hidden enemies.
Every movement was quick and careful, and this time they encountered another closed door.
It looks like it should be a bedroom or something, with the door tightly closed, and Ryan is no longer as innocent as when he first arrived in Marillo.
He will no longer think about whether there are people in this room, and if so, whether they are innocent civilians or armed men.
Any strangers appearing around him at this time, he has subconsciously regarded them as enemies.
Ryan removed a frag grenade from his body, held it in his hand, and stood by the door while his partner stood on the other side.
The two cooperated tacitly.
His partner held the doorknob lightly, twisted it lightly, nodded, and shoved the door open.
Immediately after the fragmentation grenade in Ryan's hand was thrown in, neither of them had the desire to look inside. After about three or four seconds, there was a loud noise.
Three dented craters were added to the wall opposite the door, one of which was missing a fragment about the size of a pinky fingernail.
The two entered the room one after the other, and the flashlight in their hands illuminated the room very brightly.
An adult male in the corner was seriously injured and was still struggling with his life. Ryan walked over, calmly raised his gun, and ended his life.
The man's body was shaking all the time. He had no strength to support his body, but he still tried hard to cover something.
A few seconds later, there is a slight weeping sound.
Ryan pushed aside the man's body and saw a small child curled up in a corner.
In the darkness, there was an unspeakable silence and despair in his eyes when he looked at the two of them, as well as... monstrous hatred.
Even the light of hatred finally overshadows everything else!
"You go out...", Ryan's partner said, he knew that Ryan couldn't make a move.
Ryan was silent for a while, then left the room silently, and then the sound of a pistol sounded in the room, two in a row.
According to the habit of the Federal Army, one shot in the head, one shot in the heart.
A moment later his partner came out of the room, both of them as if nothing had happened.
They all know very well that without the protection of his family, this child may be worse than dead in this chaotic place.
Their actions are not righteous, they may be very evil, but everyone has their own reasons for doing so.
Like Ryan, what he's thinking about now is to bring back those comrades in need.
The whole house was cleaned up, no one was there, they came to the window again, looked at the fluorescent hour and second hands on the watch, and waited for the light to come again!
The progress of the street battle is very slow and meticulous. Almost the entire city and every street have countless such cooperation in alternate reconnaissance.
They are moving forward, slowly but always.
At this time, in the command car on the outskirts of the city, the faces of the commanders have not looked better since the morning.
Progress 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 farther.
It's been nearly six or seven hours since the whole afternoon, and they've only advanced a little over two kilometers.
Every step is slow, and in order to be safe, they must make sure there are no enemies in the house they searched.
This resulted in significantly fewer soldiers, so the speed could only be slower.
In other words, if the situation is very good, and there is not much resistance and exchange of fire like the first half, they may have a chance to bring back their comrades who were lost in the temple and near the temple.
But this is clearly not realistic.
The further back you go, the harder it is 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 the telegram made everyone stunned for a moment. Why would anyone telegram in the middle of the night?
Maybe it was news from the Ministry of Defense, and soon the telegraph operator parsed the code, which made them somewhat incomprehensible - clear a 500-meter straight runway as soon as possible, and add lighting on both sides of the runway. Show width and angle!
In the end, emergency was added, and there is a password from the Ministry of Defense. This is indeed the information sent from China.
The commanders don't know much, but they have already guessed that it may have something to do with the aircraft.
Some of the remaining people are organized, choose a place to start work, and when people at work do one thing at the same time, it seems that difficult things become easier.
About 3:30 in the evening, the runway was completely cleaned out. Although there were still some uneven places, everyone did not rest, but continued to repair.
The sky gradually brightened. The eastern sky had a touch of white, which drove out the darkness of the night. The stars were retreating. That was a sign that the sun, the king of the stars, was about to appear.
The gunfire in the city has become denser, probably because the front line has accelerated its advance, and they have also come into contact with more enemies.
Street fighting is very frustrating. The frustrating part is that you don't know if the person you flashed past the window of the house opposite you for ten seconds is still hiding in that room or has gone elsewhere.
If you don't know, you have to be careful. Every meter of advancement is very difficult for everyone.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and Ryan's heart is constantly sinking. This is far from the temple...
He looked in the direction of the distant temple, about seven or eight hundred meters away, but it was such a short seven or eight hundred meters that he had almost no chance to go.
It's already six o'clock in the morning, and there is still about an hour left before the evacuation time. At the current speed, there is no way to advance past, let alone take those people with them and leave quickly.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter. Although it is a little late in the morning in winter, people who have fought all night at this time can already see the surrounding things indistinctly without the need for flares.
The constantly lit gun flames and flashing figures made Ryan realize how bold and troublesome they were!
Almost all the enemies directly opposite him, and the gunfire was more intense than an hour ago. It was also at this time that he realized that the other party might have been resting last night, and they began to participate in the battle full of energy.
Ryan was tired and sleepy too, but he didn't even think about going to sleep, couldn't sleep!
He didn't sleep at all in a place where bullets would fly towards him anytime, anywhere.
His body, his instinct is also telling him, don't fall asleep, once you fall asleep, you may fall asleep forever.
But those people on the opposite side, they don't have any burden to sleep at all!
What kind of people are we fighting?
The sound of the puff puff shot made Ryan bow his head, and several bullet holes appeared in the wall behind him. Now, let alone advancing 100 meters, it is impossible to even cross this street!
A kind of sadness, a kind of despair, seemed to begin to permeate, and at this moment, Ryan suddenly froze for a moment.
There was a high-pitched whistle from outside, a bit harsh, which made people panic.
The next second, Ryan slammed his dazed partner to the ground, and the next second, a silent explosion exploded in the street, and then the sound of the explosion appeared in his ears!
Bombardment!
Ryan knew that voice, and he heard it a lot when he was in the Navy.
The navies in the fleet dubbed the sound "The Whistle of Death" to describe how terrifying it was!
It's shelling!
The earth is shaking and the whole world seems to be collapsing~IndoMTL.com~ The end is coming!
I never felt how terrifying the artillery bombardment was when I was shooting. Only when I became a target can I understand the insignificance of people in the face of war!
At the end of the first round of shelling, the voice of the correspondent of the communication class suddenly sounded around——
"The command asked us to withdraw immediately, repeat, the command asked us to withdraw immediately!"
"The enemy shelling came earlier than we expected, we couldn't move forward without cover, we had to get out of here!"
Ryan, at this time, fell into a state of daze.
Wasted a whole night of work, doing a lot of things against my will, and the result...that's all?
It was also at this time that a voice he had never heard before came.
Buzzing...
Like mosquitoes flying around your ears?