1131 Night Bombing [This Chapter Is Written By: Fanerlin-Titled and Updated-8/?]

Within half an hour, a lawyer showed up with a check.

After signing a loan agreement, Wood received the 350,000 that Lynch gave him, no more, no less.

The money was enough for him to open a gym of his own in Bupen. He knew very well that what he wanted to do was to set an example and a trend.

The first person to do it will definitely make money. This is the experience he has accumulated through the "ups and downs of the business world" in the past few years. Violence is always at the beginning, and then... gradually disappears.

Just like a second-hand goods auction, it is always the most profitable at the beginning, but almost no money will be made later.

The trick Lynch played this time was actually not difficult to guess, which is why Wood was willing to get in. He saw through the entire gameplay.

In fact, what Lynch wants to do is to have people spend 350,000 to join his store and earn management fees!

Ten stores are 3.5 million, and 100 stores are 35 million!

What is the total market value of Youermei?

Maybe three hundred and fifty thousand is a lot for one person, but here in Bupen, the most indispensable thing is those rich people.

Not one person, just two people, three people or even five people.

It is not difficult at all for these rich people to spend tens of thousands of dollars, and it is not even an important decision to think about!

And he believes that this thing is very marketable, and rich people will gradually shift their attention from enjoyment to health care.

Everyone wants to be very healthy, and the gym meets the needs of these people. It may not be able to help people get rid of diseases, but at least it can allow people to become as healthy as possible when they are not sick.

This is enough, and people who start to pursue a healthy life will not be stingy with this money.

As for those who are stingy with the money, maybe their life realm has not reached this point yet.

Wood didn't know that the things he was thinking about at this time all came from what the trainers said during his training. He wrote them down and then made them his own.

Soon Wood mentioned his intention to join Youermei. As the first franchise store of Youermei, he will naturally receive very special treatment.

Except for the fact that Wood gained a good appearance with the help of Lynch's influence, he didn't need to worry about anything else.

All are provided by Youermei, including various fitness equipment, decoration, publicity, etc., and even several gold medal coaches have been arranged to come.

Everything went on in an orderly manner, and Wood also took over his wife and children. A new life seemed to be waving to him.

On such a warm afternoon, a truckload of top-secret supplies was delivered to the front-line airport. Under the escort and guard of some secondary field agents from Blackstone Security Company, these items were loaded into the Q-II bomber parked at the airport. The pilot They are also always ready to take off.

In fact, except for the two prototypes of the Q-II type used for testing data, the rest are here, and the institute does not plan to continue to produce a new batch of type II bombers.

Because the prototype of Type III has been released, and the design drawings of Type IV have been mostly completed.

Sometimes people have to admire the development and speed of technology. Two years ago, people might not have believed that airplanes could bring effective changes to war. They only believed in giant ships and cannons.

Just like now, the Type II aircraft has just been released not long ago, and the design drawings of Type IV are almost ready. Even Type III may become a "non-existent aircraft" in history in a decryption program many years later. .

Because those who study military history will never find any Type III bomber, but it has complete and abundant drawings, and every data has been calculated in detail.

When all the cluster bombs were loaded, Blackstone Security's field team had not yet left the airport, and they would not leave until the planes took off and returned with all the bombs dropped.

They will also check the returning airport to ensure that no one has hidden a cluster bomb.

It was around four o'clock in the evening, with a bandage on his head, arms and legs, and Ryan was crawling slowly on the ground.

He is almost numb to the pain now!

No one knows how he endured it. Those wounds were as if they didn't exist for him, and he couldn't feel any pain.

He was moving forward slowly. He needed to pass behind a collapsed wall to the other side, and there were some counterattacks on the opposite side.

The intensity of the firefight was becoming more and more disturbing. From the beginning, these men may have been hiding and shooting, to now they began to concentrate their firepower to block the streets. Perhaps they felt uneasy as the federal advance was getting closer to the city center.

Or maybe they seemed to realize that they couldn't organize the Federals, so they changed their strategy.

But no matter what, the war continues.

His lips were almost touching the ground. A few days ago, his shoulder was wounded by a bullet fired from behind. He raised his gun angrily and turned around, thinking that a comrade had missed it and the enemy was attacking from behind.

There was even a glimmer of thought in his heart that someone might have betrayed the company and was taking advantage of one of his own people.

But when he turned around and saw nothing, he was hit by a ricochet.

Damn luck, and it also made him realize that damage would not only come from the front, but also from other places, anywhere!

For example, a chariot.

He saw with his own eyes that an enemy fired at the tank, setting off a spark on the turret, and then a companion who was some distance away from the tank had his head shattered by a stray bullet.

But he didn't feel scary, he just tried to protect himself, he was used to death and injury.

This was unimaginable in the past!

He finally moved to the other side and placed the two flares in the supply bag he carried on the ground. The sniper looked at him inexplicably.

"You crawled over there just to give me two flares?"

The flares purchased by Blackstone Security have all had their shells repainted. Hand grenades, fragmentation bombs, smoke bombs, illumination bombs, and special bombs are all painted with an easily identifiable appearance.

This was so that soldiers would not grab the wrong projectile in a hurry during battle.

Ryan licked his chapped lips, "It's special, you know, it glows green. It is said that there is a special operation tonight, at nine o'clock in the evening."

"If you don't light this thing up at nine o'clock, there's a good chance I won't see you tomorrow."

The sniper was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Bombing?"

Ryan smiled weakly, "I think so too."

One plane was shot down during the last bombing, and half of Komoko Industries' plane fell. This also made everyone realize that bombing is not without risks and costs.

Now the higher-ups asked that the flares be lit at nine o'clock in the evening, and these people suddenly understood.

The flares would not only distinguish them from the enemy, but also guide the bombers.

The sniper became slightly excited, "Now that's good. If they bomb at night, they won't be able to see those planes, and they won't be able to cause damage to them!"

Ryan nodded and patted the supply bag, "I have conveyed the news, I still have a few places to run..."

Cursing as he spoke, he put on his helmet again, turned around and crawled back on his hands and knees. He wanted to notify all the snipers and soldiers nearby.

There was no way, the number of dead field employees was still within the acceptable range, but there were too many injuries, and even people like Ryan who had returned to the back to recuperate were sent up again.

After these few days of data collection, basically everyone has a feeling that tank coordination is indeed very helpful for offense!

With the addition of tanks, problems such as clearing buildings and breaking through defense lines have been extremely effectively solved.

But the tank itself has many problems. For example, the tires are a weak point. Almost all tanks have found weaknesses. The enemies mainly attack its tires, and even arrange death squads to use bombs to blow up the wheels of the tank.

Except for a small number of tanks, most tanks have been parked in place, waiting for replacements from behind.

In addition to this, the center of gravity of the tanks was unstable when climbing over some obstacles. Two tanks rolled over when climbing over obstacles.

There are actually quite a few minor problems like this, but no matter how many problems there are, they cannot conceal its huge value on the battlefield.

It is said that the manufacturers of these tanks have received information feedback and stepped up the design of second-generation or even third-generation tanks.

This battlefield... is becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

Ryan thought as he moved slowly.

How had he heard of these things before when he was in military school?

Perhaps the most advanced ones are various howitzers and cannons. Apart from these things, there is almost no new equipment.

But looking at now, there are airplanes, tanks, and various gadgets. He sincerely laments the rapid development of military technology.

In my heart, a sense of crisis naturally arose.

The Union Army was still immersed in the trench and group charge fighting style. They were already behind the times.

He knew that people from the Ministry of National Defense had been paying attention to this war, but what was the use of paying attention?

The Federal Army paid attention to the entire World War I. Can we say that the Federal Army has the strength of a world-class army?

Didn't he wake up after being poured cold water on him by the Marillo people?

Look, doing it is completely different from doing it. I don’t know when those gentlemen will understand this truth.

Ryan had been delivering flares all afternoon. After delivering these items, he did not return to the rear, but stayed at the front.

He wanted to see what was happening at nine o'clock in the evening.

I also want to see what the difference is between night bombing and daytime bombing, and whether there are any signs.

After all, if we can bomb others at night, then others can bomb us at night!

At 8:59 in the evening, there was already a buzzing sound in the distant sky, and green flares were launched into the sky.

Ryan hid in the shadows, raised his head, and tried his best to look at the sky, but only saw some blurry shadows...