1888 The Expendables

"The sky was full of bombers, and their troops didn't even enter the city, but surrounded us."

"Then the bombers bombed the city where we were hiding indiscriminately, and then used incendiary bombs..."

There was some fear in the soldier's eyes. Even though he was once a fanatical soldier, when he recalled that day, he was no different from ordinary people.

"I don't know how many bombs they dropped, I don't know how many incendiaries they used, and the whole city was reduced to rubble, and they set the rubble on fire."

"The white smoke is very choking when I breathe in, and it hurts from my nose to my lungs as if I've been scratched with a knife."

"We tried to break out but failed."

"They never cared if we took over the city because they never wanted to start a street fight with us in the first place."

"While we risked losing our lives at any time to clear buildings from building to building, they destroyed the entire city!"

The officer still remembers those words, and he also felt the wealth of the Federation and the fear that wealth brought to him.

Just when you think your enemies are going to fight you the way you want, they turn the table over.

Stronger firepower, more advanced military equipment, and more terrifying learning abilities.

They learn in battle.

From being pinned to the ground at the beginning, to starting a defensive counterattack, and then to the final big counterattack, the Federals learned so fast!

He later lost contact with the soldier, but everything the soldier said was firmly engraved in his mind.

After a while, he came back to his senses and replied in an uncertain tone, "We will win."

Maybe he felt that this was not enough to win the trust of the soldiers, so he immediately increased his tone and shouted in a voice that looked very passionate but actually had a hint of paleness, "We will definitely win!"

"affim!"

Instead of responding to these words as they had in the past, the soldiers continued to remain silent.

The officers' previous silence made them realize that this war might not be the same as those in the past.

After all, the Federation is one of the few enemies that can hit their homeland and bring them such terrible pressure!

A question made everyone's mood become depressed. The officer sighed softly, "No more talking. Go to bed early. I will be busy tomorrow!"

While he was talking, the dim light suddenly went out. The officer was stunned for a moment, but then he felt that there was no problem.

During the war, the supply of electricity in many places was limited. At the same time, in order to avoid providing the enemy with aerial bombing targets or geographical coordinates, many areas had to turn off lights after a certain time at night.

Although this is a rural area, it is relatively close to the front line, so maybe it needs to be managed here.

The officer didn't think much about it. The logistics force's work was already very heavy. He turned around and fell asleep quickly.

Not only them, but even the villagers in the village didn't think anything was wrong.

Power outages are very common in this era. Even during non-war periods, power outages can easily occur due to various accidents.

Around the village, a group of people were slowly approaching.

Ryan had people destroy the power lines, plunging the entire village into darkness.

Traveling at night during this period gave everyone a certain degree of night vision, and of course experts say this was because there were more carrots in their food.

But no matter what, at least they are more adaptable to the dark night.

Even if the moonlight was hazy, they could roughly see some things clearly.

These black shadows were like a tide, slowly approaching the village.

A whistling soldier walked to the edge of the field, unbuttoned his pants and started peeing toward the field.

The pressure from the swollen bladder suddenly had an outlet, and the whole person seemed to have been sublimated in some way.

He raised his head with a satisfied expression on his face, but in the next second, something violently strangled his neck and pulled him toward the ground.

Before he could struggle, he heard the sound of bones being dislocated and broken, and everything returned to calm.

The soldier quickly stood up strangely, complaining that his trousers were a little damp, then put on his helmet, whistled and walked towards the truck.

Ryan's heart pounded.

In fact, logically speaking, this matter should not be done by him. After all, he is also a senior military officer.

But looking at the new recruits under his command, he felt that he still had to do this kind of thing himself.

If it is not done well, it is very likely that the people in this village will be alarmed. Once the news is leaked, it will cause a devastating blow to the subsequent battle.

He was going to follow the plan and first deal with the people at high places, and then deal with the others bit by bit.

As he walked past the truck, someone suddenly called out to him.

That "Hey" made his whole body stand on end!

He subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but his reason told him that in this environment where you may not be able to tell what the other person looks like even if he is face to face, it is absolutely impossible to find out that he is not one of his own.

He stood there, looking at the truck, the outline of the lake and the shadow of the window, and stretched out an arm, "Is there a fire?"

"I ran out of matches..."

Ryan saw a cigarette on the other person's finger. He made a nasal sound, hummed, walked over, and took out the match.

At the same time, a dagger was already held in his hand.

The knife used to cut parachute rope is extremely sharp. All paratroopers like this knife.

He handed over the match, and the driver didn't think much about it. He held the cigarette in his mouth and struck hard with the match.

With a chirping sound, the fire light came on. When the driver lowered his head, he noticed Ryan outside from the corner of his eye. He took a few puffs.

While returning the match, he asked, "Who are you? How come I haven't seen you before?"

There are only so many people in the entire logistics force, and there are only a few dozen people in their team, and almost everyone knows each other.

The moment the fire light came on, the outline of Ryan's face felt strange to him, but he didn't think much about it, and he didn't doubt that his comrades had been replaced by the enemy.

Ryan took a step forward, stepped on the pedals outside the truck and stood outside the door, grinning and said, "You don't recognize me?"

The voice was unfamiliar, but the words conveyed an inexplicable intimacy, just when the driver was thinking about who he was talking about.

A dagger was thrust through the car window, while a hand covered his mouth.

Blood spurted out along his jaw and neck, and it was hot.

In just over twenty seconds, the driver made no movement.

The carotid artery is cut open, and thirty seconds is enough for death.

The driver tilted his head and slumped in the cab. Ryan retracted his hand. His sleeves were covered in blood. He frowned, but immediately jumped off and continued walking towards higher ground.

The soldier who was responsible for looking out from a high place did not realize that someone was killing people under his nose. When Ryan went up to the rooftop platform of the third floor of the farmhouse, the soldier turned around curiously.

He didn't speak, just looked at Ryan, both of them could see each other's eyes in the dark night.

It only took less than a second for Ryan to continue walking towards him. As he walked, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and said in a very coquettish voice, "Is there a fire? ?”

The soldier on guard didn't think much and took out the match.

There is more demand for matches in the army, but most lighters are not suitable for use in war.

When Ryan took the lighter, the sentry soldier's fingers accidentally got some blood on them.

He rubbed his fingers, which were a little slippery, frowned, and said softly, "What is this?"

He seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking Ryan. Ryan suddenly pointed to the horizon in the distance and asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "What is that?"

The moment the soldier turned his head, he strangled the soldier's neck with his left arm, and inserted the rope cutter into the soldier's vest with his right hand.

one time.

Two times.

There was no blood spurting out this time, but he still felt the opponent's blood, and the guy in his hand had a strong force transmitted to his arm from the beginning, but in an instant it lost strength and began to collapse.

Ryan knew he had hit the right spot.

If a person's heart is damaged, he or she will not die instantly, but after the heart is severely injured, the person's body will lose strength because the blood will no longer flow and the cells will lose oxygen and their activity will decrease rapidly.

Ryan held him up, not letting him fall all at once, but slowly put him on the ground.

The eyes in the dark night looked at Ryan with fear. Those fears soon disappeared, and the eyes became dim.

He made some gestures in the dark night, and soon saw many dark shadows approaching in the surrounding fields, and then one patrolling soldier after another was knocked down.

Immediately afterwards, they entered the village and captured everyone.

The damaged wires were quickly reconnected and contact was made by flashlight.

After the lights came on, everyone's expressions changed dramatically. Although they didn't have a TV, they had a radio.

They knew that a group of federal people had entered Pengeo's interior, but weren't they said to have been almost wiped out?

Where did these people come from?

There are more than 30 households in the village, with a total population of more than 100 people.

Including the captured Pengeo officers and soldiers, there were about two hundred people.

Neither civilians nor soldiers believed what they saw, but they had to believe it.

"What's next?"

The adjutant came over and collected all the intact military uniforms as requested by Ryan.

Another part of the soldiers are changing these military uniforms. This is also Ryan's plan. They use these logistics troops to find a way to get inside the third line of defense one step ahead of the others!

Once the battle breaks out, he can help the troops outside to disintegrate the third line of defense more quickly!

So he must play the role of a logistics officer.

He glanced at the soldiers and said, "Ask for what we want."

While the soldiers dragged the soldiers away, Ryan looked at the civilians over there.

There were old people, men, women, and a few children.

A complicated expression flashed across his face, and then he sighed heavily.

"Kill them all and bury them all on the spot..."