1218 First Day, Night

Blackstone safely dispatched to temporarily stabilize the front, and each tank became a "defense island", which assumed an extremely important defensive role.

Until the enemy destroys these tanks, they will be unable to advance effectively.

Whenever there is an obvious enemy, the four-machine gun turret will rotate, and then the sound of death wielding a scythe will be heard. No matter what those people are hiding behind, they will be torn to pieces by bullets!

It is not an artillery piece, and it is difficult to cause large-scale fragmentation damage, but in some fixed situations, its advantage in harvesting infantry is significantly higher than that of artillery pieces.

Some federal soldiers who were retreating breathed a sigh of relief, including some coalition soldiers. They looked at the things spray-painted with the logo of Blackstone Security Company, and suddenly felt an inexplicable kindness in their hearts.

Their parents gave them life, and they instinctively have a natural closeness to their parents.

Now that Blackstone Security has saved their lives, they naturally have an indescribable affection for Blackstone Security.

I don’t know what’s good about it, but it just looks like a close relative.

A Blackstone security employee, armed to the teeth, began trying to organize a counterattack.

Ryan felt very relaxed, and there was no nervous expression on his face. He looked at the panic on the faces of those federal soldiers, and he thought of his old self.

Everything is different, he thought.

He felt that his current situation was also very strange. He would not feel nervous because bullets were flying around him, nor would he be awakened from his sleep by the sound of gunshots and cannons.

When he was on the front line, he could fall asleep anytime, anywhere as long as he held his gun.

On the contrary, when he returned to the Federation to rest not long ago, he found it difficult to fall asleep while lying on the soft spring bed.

It was the first time that he felt that the spring bed was so uncomfortable. In the middle of the night, he sat up due to insomnia, spread a sheet on the floor, and then gradually fell asleep on the hard ground.

He doesn't like life without fighting, and sometimes he becomes nervous because of little things.

For example, in the morning, someone was squatting outside the door to stuff a bill into the door. He didn't know what happened, he opened the door suddenly, kicked the person in the face, and quickly clung to the unlucky guy's body and locked him. neck.

If his family hadn't pulled him away in time, he might have been prosecuted for killing a postman.

Fortunately, the company helped him solve these problems and sent him to the battlefield again.

When he sniffed the gun-oiled weapon, it was as if he was smelling the girl's body fragrance. The touch the gun gave him was more satisfying than touching the girl's delicate skin.

It was like at this moment, bullets were whizzing in his ears, but there was a faint smile on his face.

He may be sick, but he doesn't resent the illness!

In a daze, he jumped forward while placing one hand on the ground and turning his shoulders forward. He was leaning on the back of a bunker and could enter the battle at any time.

He carefully identified the direction from which the gunfire came, and then quickly looked up.

Shrinking his head and closing his eyes, everything he saw in the last second remained in the darkness. Those things turned into simple black and white sketches and were slowly fading.

For four or five seconds, he had already found the enemy, checked the weapon in his hand, turned on the safety, and took a deep breath!

Turn around, half squat, raise your head, straighten your waist, and pull the trigger. A little blood blooms in the distance. Turn around and lean behind the bunker again.

The comrades behind the bunker on the other side gave him a thumbs up. Apparently he had successfully killed one person.

Blackstone Security's combat system is based on teams, each team consists of six people, including one sniper, one fireman, two breachers, and two grenadiers.

There are small teams, squadrons, and large teams on the team, and there is a whole set of systems for more efficient operation.

Ryan made some gestures. He wanted to break through to a place farther forward. This required someone to cooperate with him, temporarily suppressing some enemies with firepower, and then creating opportunities.

The firemen and snipers began to respond. As the machine gun fired, the sniper quickly poked his head out, aimed at an enemy directly in front and pulled the trigger.

The sudden burst of fire suppression may only last for four or five seconds, but it is enough for Ryan to climb over the current bunker, gain initial acceleration by kicking on the bunker with his feet, and then rush behind the next bunker.

The tactics were successful, and Ryan could attack more enemies from smaller angles...

The scene on the battlefield is like this. Each group is performing different tasks under the tactical arrangement of a squad, a squadron or a group. Sometimes tanks will also provide them with some firepower assistance.

But this does not mean that Blackstone Security must be better than Penteo people.

Perhaps they realized that the employees of Blackstone Security Company were more professional than federal soldiers, and the troops behind Pengjiao also began to take action seriously. From the fourth minute after Blackstone Security intervened on the battlefield, the first tank was detonated.

It was directly paralyzed there, and the entrance to and from the tank was opened. Two tank drivers ran out of it covered in fire, but were quickly shot to death beside the tank.

The intensity of the confrontation between the two sides also began to escalate!

War is always tragic. No one knows when he will be taken away by a bullet, or it may be fragments, or a ricochet flying from nowhere.

The only thing everyone can do is to try their best to destroy the enemy!

Both sides never broke through the other side's line, and the sky gradually became darker. The battlefield was filled with blazing fires or newly extinguished charcoal.

Ryan spat out bloody spit, looked up quickly, and then a happy look appeared on his face.

"They're starting to retreat!"

The news quickly spread back to the camp, and the commanders roughly understood why the other party retreated because of supply problems.

If they want to bypass the defense line in the dense forest, they are destined not to bring too many supplies. If they bring too much, they will not be able to bypass the dense forest.

Things like bullets, and a man carrying a horse and a camel, have their limits after all.

After fighting for a whole day, the ammunition they carried should be almost repaired, and Blackstone Security pinned the fighting line near this area, giving them no chance to move forward.

Behind the lines they detonated some of the Union's ammunition depots, making it difficult for them to get supplies themselves.

If it weren't for the people from Blackstone Security, they might have attacked near the frontline headquarters, and there would be a supply warehouse there.

Now that supplies are not available, the best option is to leave while there is still some ammunition. Otherwise, once all the ammunition is used up, these people may stay here forever.

Immediately afterwards, a new question arose, that is, whether to pursue or not.

The commanders' idea was not to pursue. It was dark, and if the opponent launched a counter-ambush, they would most likely lose their current advantage.

The president's request is that they control the situation at the rear and then consider supporting the front.

The Pengeos finally left in the darkness, and people began to clean up the mess. Looking at the ruins of the rear camp, the federal soldiers were at a loss.

This... is war?

Dead bodies could be seen everywhere, with different signs of death. This made some young soldiers unable to bear the heavy pressure and vomited them out.

Blackstone Security employees quietly cleaned up the battlefield. They put the bodies into body bags and sent them to be burned.

Now is the hottest time in Nagaril, and it is located in the middle of the primitive jungle. If these corpses are left alone, they will soon rot in the high temperature and humid environment, and breed various deadly viruses and Possibly contagious viruses.

The raging fire continued to burn the corpses, and the strange smell caused some young soldiers who had just recovered to vomit.

It was a burnt aroma mixed with the aroma of meat and animal fat, and the final burnt smell.

Ryan carried the body of his comrade to the burning area and, with the help of others, threw it into the flames.

The four people all lowered their heads as they looked at the body bag covered in flames.

This time, two people in their group died, and four people were normal.

At first, Ryan couldn't accept it. Every time his comrades left, he would think that it was his responsibility. It was because he didn't do well enough, failed to kill the enemy in time, and failed to find the hidden enemy.

Until now, he has become numb to these things.

He has two nameplates in his hand, which he will take back and hang in a display cabinet in the company lobby.

That is not to use them as exhibitions, but to let people remember that some people may not be well-known, but they once paid the most precious lives for this country, for the people, and for the company!

The fire gradually swallowed up the two body bags, and they merged with the flames. Ryan raised his head and looked at the rising flames and the dots of firelight in the sky. He suddenly thought that if one day he died too , will it be the same?

When he returned, his team was assigned new players, and then the new players also brought some new rules.

"Starting today, each of our groups will conduct patrols, and we have set up secret codes that change every two hours."

"If someone doesn't know the code and resists, they can be killed on the spot..."

After the Pengeo people broke into the camp, Blackstone Security also summarized some problems, such as how to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

They have never encountered such a shameless person, and of course this cannot be blamed on the Federals. After all, they have not participated in the First World War and do not know how far people can go in order to win.

So secret codes have become a good method. Sometimes primitive and simple means effective.

Constantly changing passwords can prevent anyone from infiltrating to the greatest extent. This method seems primitive, but it is very effective for the current situation.

In the evening, Ryan's team had to patrol, and when it was time to change the shift at 1 o'clock, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his ears and looked at the darkness in the distance, "Listen, what's the sound?"