Chapter 1026
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A warlord walked around the room. He was tired. As soon as he sat down, he stood up and continued to walk back and forth.
Cigarette butts can be seen everywhere on the ground. He threw some cigarettes on the ground after only two puffs.
But not long after he lost it, he couldn't help taking out a new one and lighting it again.
He was very upset because the big warlords planned to snipe the federates on his territory!
There is no doubt that whether they can successfully snipe the federates or not, these personnel will not admit that they did these things.
And he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the wayward behavior of these big warlords. Maybe he will be on the federal blacklist.
At the thought of this, he felt uncomfortable all over. He had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood in the toilet shaking for a long time and didn't shake out a drop of urine.
He felt that he would die. It was really bad that he could feel the approaching of his death every day. He wanted to run, but he couldn't run away.
If he dares to run, soon his body will be hung on a telegraph pole or statue somewhere, and then a sentence will be engraved on his chest.
Like "running away is a coward's behavior" or "you can't go anywhere", everyone likes to do so. Only by letting the body "talk" can we deter those who don't obey.
He has done it, but he doesn't want others to do it by himself, so he can only stay here.
A day ago, he hated the federates and Sanchez. They had many choices. Why did they have to choose their own territory to attack? He cursed those people and hoped that a meteorite would fall and kill these sons of bitches.
But at this moment, he began to pray that the federates would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone charge this account on him!
"What are you going to eat tonight, Colonel?" the officer outside knocked on the door and asked a question.
The warlord, known as the colonel, was stunned. He looked at the gem watch on his wrist. It was already 4:57 p.m. and there was only one hour left for the sniper.
The big warlords are going to snipe the federates at six o'clock this evening.
They had been watching these federates yesterday, or more, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federates would gather for dinner, and after that they would do nothing.
This is a very good time to attack them. They are unprepared. No one will have a gun at dinner.
The Colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thump beat frightened him like thunder.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything. Give me a bottle of wine. I need it..."
Time is like a stream in the mountains and forests. When you look at it, it doesn't seem to be alive. You can't see any obvious signs of flow in the water of those shallow streams, and even think it doesn't flow.
But when you reach out and touch the water, the water strikes your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.
Time, quietly came to 5:45.
After a whole day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot. The dining car in the rear came to deliver dinner. We chose a place with better terrain.
It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Mallory people was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.
But now it has become the most suitable place as a forward base, because the terrain here is relatively high and the defense is a little easier.
A soldier took off all his burden. He took an aluminum lunch box and began to line up to receive dinner. Smelling the sharp smell of saliva in the air, he couldn't help shouting, "what shall we eat in the evening?"
"Beef, potatoes and noodles!"
The soldiers who are lining up and walking towards this side cheered. Beef stewed potatoes and noodles are everyone's favorite dinner.
The flour corner is the kind of refined flour. It is the size of your thumb and a little thick. After stewing the beef and potatoes, put it in and cook it for a while.
It doesn't have thick soup. The noodles absorb the smell of beef and broth. It tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.
After a day's war, maybe this is the easiest time for everyone.
The soldier looked at the approaching dining car and kept swallowing. He muttered something, as if urging the people in front to walk faster.
After a while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and took out his lunch box, "give me more potatoes..."
The cook nodded. The soldier subconsciously looked at his watch at exactly six o'clock!
The next second, he looked up slightly at the distant sky, his expression was a little confused, "did you hear anything?"
The cook was stunned. He also looked back at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads, because at this time they all clearly heard a very strange sound.
Some are sharp and harsh, and their hearts are filled with inexplicable fear.
The next second, a black spot appeared in the sky, and then the black spot fell in the temple!
With a loud bang, the whole city was shocked!
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"
In an instant, the alarm sounded, and people began to grasp the equipment they had just taken off and scattered to avoid the attack of artillery.
No flames soared, only fragments that could not be caught by the naked eye flew everywhere.
The dust fell on the walls of the ancient temple, and the fragments made big holes and small eyes. Everyone tried to keep their body close to the ground.
The soldier gasped. He looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen and tried his best to make his mood less intense.
He had received training before coming to the battlefield and knew that what he needed to do now was not to stand up, cover the wound, wave his arms and shout "I'm fucking hurt", but to press the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing and relax his body.
This will keep him alive for three to five minutes more than running around.
That's three to five minutes. Maybe his life will turn for the better.
He took a look at the dining car overturned by the shell and looked at the potato pieces and beef mixed with soil on the ground. He hesitated, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed them into his mouth.
Even if you die, you have to eat first.
The blood spilled from the wound soon wetted the ground. He ate and couldn't move, so he lay on his stomach
War is never merciful because of someone!
The first time the outpost was attacked and shelled, it alerted the command bus. A group of school officials stood outside the bus and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expression was frozen.
The colonel with the highest rank was trembling slightly. He then shouted wildly, "contact the front line, report the injury, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."
He said and returned to the command car. When he stood at the door, he said loudly, "control the person in charge of investigation. He should be responsible for the loss!"
The news from the outpost was very bad. Most of them took off their bulletproof vests when they were eating.
This also leads to the most terrible killing effect of fragments in the crowd. Any fragment can easily kill one or two people, and people fall down in pieces.
Of the 1500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1000 may survive.
What's more deadly is that before the shelling is over, the sound of fighting sounded outside the temple. It is obvious that the other party launched an attack under the cover of artillery.
This set of tactics has been proved to be effective in World War I. artillery support covers infantry attack. This is not a small fight. This is war!
There was a fierce quarrel in the command car, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command car issued the latest instruction, abandoned the outpost and retreated to the periphery of the city.
At the same time, let the remaining 700 soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, and thank those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.
For example, the support can be used as some small things of rock mass, which are now playing a role.
The idea of the front-line command is to build a defense line outside the city. If you need to retreat, you can withdraw into the field at any time. If you don't need to retreat, you can rely on these defense lines to organize a counterattack.
At this moment, Ryan is also having dinner in the riverbank camp.
"I like their stewed beef with potatoes. The potatoes are rotten, which is good." he pressed a piece of potatoes into mashed potatoes with a spoon, then dug them up with a spoon together with the stewed broth full of gravy and sauce, put them in his mouth and shut his mouth
That feeling is really wonderful!
Every mashed potato the size of sand is full of broth. It tastes rich and delicious. Then eat a piece of stewed beef. Maybe this is the most memorable dinner in life.
While talking about dinner, suddenly the alarm sounded in the camp. Ryan subconsciously stood up and looked at the soldiers gathering not far away.
These are just transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone security has reduced the field staff on duty in amelia and transported them here.
He also ran to the assembled playground. On the way, he caught a soldier wearing bulletproof vests and asked loudly, "what happened?"
The soldier did not hide it, and said directly, "the front line was shelled, and the front command needs our support..."
Ryan was stunned. He stood there for a moment, turned and ran towards the camp.
The wounded soldiers looked at him, asked what had happened, and then fell into silence.
Ryan, on the other hand, has begun to wear equipment. He has a sense of mission. He thinks he should go up at this time.
In fact, there are not so many things and why. He just has such an idea. He thinks he is better and should do something.
He ran frantically towards the playground. When these people were about to leave, he finally arrived.
"Sea and land Stormtrooper Sergeant Ryan, recovery report, sir!"
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A warlord walked around the room. He was tired. As soon as he sat down, he stood up and continued to walk back and forth.
Cigarette butts can be seen everywhere on the ground. He threw some cigarettes on the ground after only two puffs.
But not long after he lost it, he couldn't help taking out a new one and lighting it again.
He was very upset because the big warlords planned to snipe the federates on his territory!
There is no doubt that whether they can successfully snipe the federates or not, these personnel will not admit that they did these things.
And he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the wayward behavior of these big warlords. Maybe he will be on the federal blacklist.
At the thought of this, he felt uncomfortable all over. He had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood in the toilet shaking for a long time and didn't shake out a drop of urine.
He felt that he would die. It was really bad that he could feel the approaching of his death every day. He wanted to run, but he couldn't run away.
If he dares to run, soon his body will be hung on a telegraph pole or statue somewhere, and then a sentence will be engraved on his chest.
Like "running away is a coward's behavior" or "you can't go anywhere", everyone likes to do so. Only by letting the body "talk" can we deter those who don't obey.
He has done it, but he doesn't want others to do it by himself, so he can only stay here.
A day ago, he hated the federates and Sanchez. They had many choices. Why did they have to choose their own territory to attack? He cursed those people and hoped that a meteorite would fall and kill these sons of bitches.
But at this moment, he began to pray that the federates would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone charge this account on him!
"What are you going to eat tonight, Colonel?" the officer outside knocked on the door and asked a question.
The warlord, known as the colonel, was stunned. He looked at the gem watch on his wrist. It was already 4:57 p.m. and there was only one hour left for the sniper.
The big warlords are going to snipe the federates at six o'clock this evening.
They had been watching these federates yesterday, or more, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federates would gather for dinner, and after that they would do nothing.
This is a very good time to attack them. They are unprepared. No one will have a gun at dinner.
The Colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thump beat frightened him like thunder.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything. Give me a bottle of wine. I need it..."
Time is like a stream in the mountains and forests. When you look at it, it doesn't seem to be alive. You can't see any obvious signs of flow in the water of those shallow streams, and even think it doesn't flow.
But when you reach out and touch the water, the water strikes your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.
Time, quietly came to 5:45.
After a whole day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot. The dining car in the rear came to deliver dinner. We chose a place with better terrain.
It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Mallory people was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.
But now it has become the most suitable place as a forward base, because the terrain here is relatively high and the defense is a little easier.
A soldier took off all his burden. He took an aluminum lunch box and began to line up to receive dinner. Smelling the sharp smell of saliva in the air, he couldn't help shouting, "what shall we eat in the evening?"
"Beef, potatoes and noodles!"
The soldiers who are lining up and walking towards this side cheered. Beef stewed potatoes and noodles are everyone's favorite dinner.
The flour corner is the kind of refined flour. It is the size of your thumb and a little thick. After stewing the beef and potatoes, put it in and cook it for a while.
It doesn't have thick soup. The noodles absorb the smell of beef and broth. It tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.
After a day's war, maybe this is the easiest time for everyone.
The soldier looked at the approaching dining car and kept swallowing. He muttered something, as if urging the people in front to walk faster.
After a while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and took out his lunch box, "give me more potatoes..."
The cook nodded. The soldier subconsciously looked at his watch at exactly six o'clock!
The next second, he looked up slightly at the distant sky, his expression was a little confused, "did you hear anything?"
The cook was stunned. He also looked back at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads, because at this time they all clearly heard a very strange sound.
Some are sharp and harsh, and their hearts are filled with inexplicable fear.
The next second, a black spot appeared in the sky, and then the black spot fell in the temple!
With a loud bang, the whole city was shocked!
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"
In an instant, the alarm sounded, and people began to grasp the equipment they had just taken off and scattered to avoid the attack of artillery.
No flames soared, only fragments that could not be caught by the naked eye flew everywhere.
The dust fell on the walls of the ancient temple, and the fragments made big holes and small eyes. Everyone tried to keep their body close to the ground.
The soldier gasped. He looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen and tried his best to make his mood less intense.
He had received training before coming to the battlefield and knew that what he needed to do now was not to stand up, cover the wound, wave his arms and shout "I'm fucking hurt", but to press the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing and relax his body.
This will keep him alive for three to five minutes more than running around.
That's three to five minutes. Maybe his life will turn for the better.
He took a look at the dining car overturned by the shell and looked at the potato pieces and beef mixed with soil on the ground. He hesitated, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed them into his mouth.
Even if you die, you have to eat first.
The blood spilled from the wound soon wetted the ground. He ate and couldn't move, so he lay on his stomach
War is never merciful because of someone!
The first time the outpost was attacked and shelled, it alerted the command bus. A group of school officials stood outside the bus and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expression was frozen.
The colonel with the highest rank was trembling slightly. He then shouted wildly, "contact the front line, report the injury, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."
He said and returned to the command car. When he stood at the door, he said loudly, "control the person in charge of investigation. He should be responsible for the loss!"
The news from the outpost was very bad. Most of them took off their bulletproof vests when they were eating.
This also leads to the most terrible killing effect of fragments in the crowd. Any fragment can easily kill one or two people, and people fall down in pieces.
Of the 1500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1000 may survive.
What's more deadly is that before the shelling is over, the sound of fighting sounded outside the temple. It is obvious that the other party launched an attack under the cover of artillery.
This set of tactics has been proved to be effective in World War I. artillery support covers infantry attack. This is not a small fight. This is war!
There was a fierce quarrel in the command car, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command car issued the latest instruction, abandoned the outpost and retreated to the periphery of the city.
At the same time, let the remaining 700 soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, and thank those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.
For example, the support can be used as some small things of rock mass, which are now playing a role.
The idea of the front-line command is to build a defense line outside the city. If you need to retreat, you can withdraw into the field at any time. If you don't need to retreat, you can rely on these defense lines to organize a counterattack.
At this moment, Ryan is also having dinner in the riverbank camp.
"I like their stewed beef with potatoes. The potatoes are rotten, which is good." he pressed a piece of potatoes into mashed potatoes with a spoon, then dug them up with a spoon together with the stewed broth full of gravy and sauce, put them in his mouth and shut his mouth
That feeling is really wonderful!
Every mashed potato the size of sand is full of broth. It tastes rich and delicious. Then eat a piece of stewed beef. Maybe this is the most memorable dinner in life.
While talking about dinner, suddenly the alarm sounded in the camp. Ryan subconsciously stood up and looked at the soldiers gathering not far away.
These are just transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone security has reduced the field staff on duty in amelia and transported them here.
He also ran to the assembled playground. On the way, he caught a soldier wearing bulletproof vests and asked loudly, "what happened?"
The soldier did not hide it, and said directly, "the front line was shelled, and the front command needs our support..."
Ryan was stunned. He stood there for a moment, turned and ran towards the camp.
The wounded soldiers looked at him, asked what had happened, and then fell into silence.
Ryan, on the other hand, has begun to wear equipment. He has a sense of mission. He thinks he should go up at this time.
In fact, there are not so many things and why. He just has such an idea. He thinks he is better and should do something.
He ran frantically towards the playground. When these people were about to leave, he finally arrived.
"Sea and land Stormtrooper Sergeant Ryan, recovery report, sir!"
A warlord walked around the room. He was tired. As soon as he sat down, he stood up and continued to walk back and forth.Cigarette butts can be seen everywhere on the ground. He threw some cigarettes on the ground after only two puffs.But not long after he lost it, he couldn't help taking out a new one and lighting it again.He was very upset because the big warlords planned to snipe the federates on his territory!There is no doubt that whether they can successfully snipe the federates or not, these personnel will not admit that they did these things.And he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the wayward behavior of these big warlords. Maybe he will be on the federal blacklist.At the thought of this, he felt uncomfortable all over. He had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood in the toilet shaking for a long time and didn't shake out a drop of urine.He felt that he would die. It was really bad that he could feel the approaching of his death every day. He wanted to run, but he couldn't run away.If he dares to run, soon his body will be hung on a telegraph pole or statue somewhere, and then a sentence will be engraved on his chest.Like "running away is a coward's behavior" or "you can't go anywhere", everyone likes to do so. Only by letting the body "talk" can we deter those who don't obey.He has done it, but he doesn't want others to do it by himself, so he can only stay here.A day ago, he hated the federates and Sanchez. They had many choices. Why did they have to choose their own territory to attack? He cursed those people and hoped that a meteorite would fall and kill these sons of bitches.But at this moment, he began to pray that the federates would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone charge this account on him!"What are you going to eat tonight, Colonel?" the officer outside knocked on the door and asked a question.The warlord, known as the colonel, was stunned. He looked at the gem watch on his wrist. It was already 4:57 p.m. and there was only one hour left for the sniper.The big warlords are going to snipe the federates at six o'clock this evening.They had been watching these federates yesterday, or more, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federates would gather for dinner, and after that they would do nothing.This is a very good time to attack them. They are unprepared. No one will have a gun at dinner.The Colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thump beat frightened him like thunder.After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything. Give me a bottle of wine. I need it..."Time is like a stream in the mountains and forests. When you look at it, it doesn't seem to be alive. You can't see any obvious signs of flow in the water of those shallow streams, and even think it doesn't flow.But when you reach out and touch the water, the water strikes your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.Time, quietly came to 5:45.After a whole day of fighting, the soldiers rested on the spot. The dining car in the rear came to deliver dinner. We chose a place with better terrain.It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Mallory people was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.But now it has become the most suitable place as a forward base, because the terrain here is relatively high and the defense is a little easier.A soldier took off all his burden. He took an aluminum lunch box and began to line up to receive dinner. Smelling the sharp smell of saliva in the air, he couldn't help shouting, "what shall we eat in the evening?""Beef, potatoes and noodles!"The soldiers who are lining up and walking towards this side cheered. Beef stewed potatoes and noodles are everyone's favorite dinner.The flour corner is the kind of refined flour. It is the size of your thumb and a little thick. After stewing the beef and potatoes, put it in and cook it for a while.It doesn't have thick soup. The noodles absorb the smell of beef and broth. It tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.After a day's war, maybe this is the easiest time for everyone.The soldier looked at the approaching dining car and kept swallowing. He muttered something, as if urging the people in front to walk faster.After a while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and took out his lunch box, "give me more potatoes..."The cook nodded. The soldier subconsciously looked at his watch at exactly six o'clock!The next second, he looked up slightly at the distant sky, his expression was a little confused, "did you hear anything?"The cook was stunned. He also looked back at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads, because at this time they all clearly heard a very strange sound.Some are sharp and harsh, and their hearts are filled with inexplicable fear.The next second, a black spot appeared in the sky, and then the black spot fell in the temple!With a loud bang, the whole city was shocked!"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"In an instant, the alarm sounded, and people began to grasp the equipment they had just taken off and scattered to avoid the attack of artillery.No flames soared, only fragments that could not be caught by the naked eye flew everywhere.The dust fell on the walls of the ancient temple, and the fragments made big holes and small eyes. Everyone tried to keep their body close to the ground.The soldier gasped. He looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen and tried his best to make his mood less intense.He had received training before coming to the battlefield and knew that what he needed to do now was not to stand up, cover the wound, wave his arms and shout "I'm fucking hurt", but to press the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing and relax his body.This will keep him alive for three to five minutes more than running around.That's three to five minutes. Maybe his life will turn for the better.He took a look at the dining car overturned by the shell and looked at the potato pieces and beef mixed with soil on the ground. He hesitated, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed them into his mouth.Even if you die, you have to eat first.The blood spilled from the wound soon wetted the ground. He ate and couldn't move, so he lay on his stomachWar is never merciful because of someone!The first time the outpost was attacked and shelled, it alerted the command bus. A group of school officials stood outside the bus and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expression was frozen.The colonel with the highest rank was trembling slightly. He then shouted wildly, "contact the front line, report the injury, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."He said and returned to the command car. When he stood at the door, he said loudly, "control the person in charge of investigation. He should be responsible for the loss!"The news from the outpost was very bad. Most of them took off their bulletproof vests when they were eating.This also leads to the most terrible killing effect of fragments in the crowd. Any fragment can easily kill one or two people, and people fall down in pieces.Of the 1500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1000 may survive.What's more deadly is that before the shelling is over, the sound of fighting sounded outside the temple. It is obvious that the other party launched an attack under the cover of artillery.This set of tactics has been proved to be effective in World War I. artillery support covers infantry attack. This is not a small fight. This is war!There was a fierce quarrel in the command car, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command car issued the latest instruction, abandoned the outpost and retreated to the periphery of the city.At the same time, let the remaining 700 soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, and thank those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.For example, the support can be used as some small things of rock mass, which are now playing a role.The idea of the front-line command is to build a defense line outside the city. If you need to retreat, you can withdraw into the field at any time. If you don't need to retreat, you can rely on these defense lines to organize a counterattack.At this moment, Ryan is also having dinner in the riverbank camp."I like their stewed beef with potatoes. The potatoes are rotten, which is good." he pressed a piece of potatoes into mashed potatoes with a spoon, then dug them up with a spoon together with the stewed broth full of gravy and sauce, put them in his mouth and shut his mouthThat feeling is really wonderful!Every mashed potato the size of sand is full of broth. It tastes rich and delicious. Then eat a piece of stewed beef. Maybe this is the most memorable dinner in life.While talking about dinner, suddenly the alarm sounded in the camp. Ryan subconsciously stood up and looked at the soldiers gathering not far away.These are just transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone security has reduced the field staff on duty in amelia and transported them here.He also ran to the assembled playground. On the way, he caught a soldier wearing bulletproof vests and asked loudly, "what happened?"The soldier did not hide it, and said directly, "the front line was shelled, and the front command needs our support..."Ryan was stunned. He stood there for a moment, turned and ran towards the camp.The wounded soldiers looked at him, asked what had happened, and then fell into silence.Ryan, on the other hand, has begun to wear equipment. He has a sense of mission. He thinks he should go up at this time.In fact, there are not so many things and why. He just has such an idea. He thinks he is better and should do something.He ran frantically towards the playground. When these people were about to leave, he finally arrived."Sea and land Stormtrooper Sergeant Ryan, recovery report, sir!"
