blackstone code

Chapter 1218 First Day, Night

Blackstone dispatched safely and temporarily stabilized the front line, and each chariot became a "defense island", which assumed an extremely important defensive role.

Until the enemy destroys these chariots, they cannot advance effectively.

Whenever there is any obvious enemy, the turret of the four-barreled cannon will rotate, and then the sound of Death waving the sickle sounds, no matter what those people are hiding behind, they will be torn to pieces by the bullets!
It is not a cannon, and it is difficult to cause large-scale fragment damage, but in some fixed situations, its advantage in harvesting infantry is obviously higher than that of cannon.

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

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

Now that Black Stone has saved their lives, they naturally have an indescribable affection for Black Stone.

I don't know where it is good, but it is a close relative.

A Blackstone security employee who was armed to the teeth began to try 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 the federal soldiers, and he thought of himself before.

Everything is different now, he thought.

He felt that his current situation was also very strange. He would not feel nervous because of the bullets 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, as long as he held a gun, he could fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

On the contrary, when he returned to the Commonwealth 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 the spring bed was so uncomfortable. In the middle of the night, he sat up in insomnia, laid a sheet on the floor, and then gradually fell asleep on the hard floor.

He doesn't like life without a fight, and sometimes gets nervous over little things.

For example, someone squatted outside the door in the morning and wanted to stuff a bill into the door. For some reason, he opened the door and kicked the other person in the face, and quickly clung to the unlucky guy and locked him dead. 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 like smelling the body fragrance of a girl. The touch of the gun gave him more satisfaction than stroking the girl's delicate skin.

It was as if at this very moment, bullets were whistling in his ears, but there was a faint smile on his face.

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

In a trance, he jumped forward while putting his shoulders forward with one hand to complete the turn. The whole person was leaning against the back of a bunker and could enter the battle at any time.

He carefully identified the direction of the gunshots, and then quickly looked up.

Shrinking his head, closing his eyes, everything he saw in the last second remains in the darkness, those things have turned into simple black and white sketches, and are slowly fading.

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

He turned around, squatted halfway, raised his head, straightened his waist, and pulled the trigger. A little blood bloomed in the distance, turned around, and leaned against the bunker again.

The comrades behind the bunker on the other side gave him a thumbs up, apparently he succeeded in killing a person.

Blackstone Security's combat system is based on teams, with six people in each team, including one sniper, one fireman, two breakthrough players, and two grenadiers.

There are squads, squadrons, and brigades in the group, and there is a whole system for more efficient operation.

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

The fireman and the sniper began to respond. With the sound of the machine gun, the sniper quickly poked his head out, aimed at an enemy directly in front and pulled the trigger.

The sudden burst of fire suppression might only last for four or five seconds, but it was enough for Ryan to turn over the current bunker, step on the bunker with both feet to gain initial acceleration, and then rush to the next bunker.

With the success of the tactics, Ryan can attack more enemies from a smaller angle...

The scene on the battlefield is like this, each group is carrying out different tasks under the tactical arrangement of the squad, squadron or brigade, and sometimes the tank will provide them with some fire assistance.

But this does not mean that Blackstone Security must be better than Peng Jieao.

Perhaps because they noticed that the employees of Blackstone Security Company were more professional than the soldiers of the Federation, Peng Jieao's troops behind him also became serious. From the 4th minute after Blackstone Security entered the battlefield, the first chariot was detonated.

It was directly paralyzed there, the entrance to the chariot was opened, and the two chariot drivers ran out of it covered in fire, but were quickly shot dead beside the chariot.

The intensity of the confrontation between the two sides has also begun to continuously escalate!

Wars are always tragic, and no one knows when they will be taken away by a bullet, or it may be fragments, or a ricochet from nowhere.

The only thing everyone can do is to try their best to destroy the enemy!
The two sides have never broken through the other side's line, and the sky is gradually getting dark. There are raging fires or just extinguished coke everywhere on the battlefield.

Ryan spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, looked up quickly, and then some joy appeared on his face.

"They're starting to retreat!"

The news quickly spread back to the camp, and the commanders probably 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 much supplies. If they bring too much, they will not be able to bypass the dense forest.

For things like bullets, there is a limit to carrying a horse and a camel.

After fighting for a whole day, the ammunition they carried should have been almost repaired, but Black Stone firmly nailed the fighting front to this area, without giving them a chance to move forward.

In the rear they detonated some of the Federal ammunition depots, making it difficult for them to get supplies themselves.

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

The supply is not available now, and it is the best choice to leave while there are still some ammunition, otherwise once all the ammunition is used up, they may stay here forever.

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

The idea of ​​the commanders is not to pursue. It is dark, and if they are counter-ambushed by the opponent, it is very likely that they will lose their current advantage.

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

The Penteo people finally left in the dark, and people began to clean up the mess. Looking at the ruined rear camp, the soldiers of the Federation were at a loss.

This... is war?
The fallen corpses can be seen everywhere, and the death patterns are different, which made some young soldiers vomit out due to the heavy pressure.

The employees of Blackstone Security silently cleaned up the battlefield. They put the corpses into body bags and sent them to be burned.

It is the hottest time in Nagalil, and it is located in the primeval jungle. If these corpses are left alone, the corpses will soon rot in the high temperature and humid environment, and breed various deadly viruses and Potentially contagious virus.

The raging fire kept burning the corpses, and the strange smell brought by them made some young soldiers who had just recovered couldn't help vomiting again.

It was a mixture of the smell of meat and the burnt smell of heated animal fat, and finally the smell of burnt.

Ryan carried his comrade's body to the burning area and was thrown into the flames with the help of others.

The four looked at the body bag covered in flames, and all lowered their heads.

This time, two of their team died, which is normal.

At the beginning, Ryan couldn't accept it. He would think that it was his own responsibility for the departure of every comrade in arms. It was because he didn't do well enough, didn't kill the enemies in time, and didn't find out the hidden enemies.

Until now, he has become numb to these things.

He has two nameplates in his hand, which he will take back, and they will be hung in the 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 to people, but they have paid the most precious life for this country, for the people, and for the company!
The fire gradually engulfed the two body bags, and they merged with the flames. Ryan raised his head and looked at the rising flames and the sparkling lights in the sky. He suddenly thought that if one day he died too , will it be the same?

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

"Starting today, each of our groups will conduct patrols, and we have set up a code, which changes every two hours."

"If someone fails to match the code and resists, he can be killed on the spot..."

After being touched into the camp by the Pengjieao people, Blackstone Security also summed up some problems, such as how to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

They have never encountered such shameless people. Of course, they can't blame the federal people. After all, they didn't participate in the First World War. They don't know how far people can go to win.

So ciphers have become a good method, sometimes primitive and simple means effective.

The ever-changing password can prevent people 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 still had to patrol, and it was almost time to change shifts at one o'clock, when suddenly he stopped.

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

(End of this chapter)