Chapter 993
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The bullets were still whistling outside. Ryan was gasping. He didn't even dare to move now.
He still didn't understand why the child would give himself a knife. He looked at the veteran and asked with some fear, "will I die?"
The veteran was silent for a few seconds, which plunged Ryan into deep despair.
He felt that he might not live long.
"If I say no, you won't think it's true." a few seconds later, the boss said, "you still have about ten minutes. If no one comes to take you to surgery after that, I can only take your nameplate back."
Ryan subconsciously held the small steel plate around his neck with his name, job number and his blood type, which was prepared when the field hospital needed mathematics.
Many times, the wounds caused by war can't wait for the blood type test results, so everyone has been tested before entering the job, and their blood type will be stamped on the nameplate with steel seal.
In the hospital, the doctor knows what blood to use as soon as he looks at the sign. There is no need to retest, which saves a lot of time, which can make those injured more likely to survive.
Ryan's face was occupied by despair. He glanced at the little girl who fell at the door and half of her head was lifted off. He asked incredulously, "why... She did that. I just wanted to give her a sugar."
The veteran looked at Ryan and said in a very special tone, like self mockery or sarcasm, "for them, we are invaders after all..."
In fact, this is not all the reason. Most of the people living here are maliro people. The hatred between them and the former ruling class Mallory people is difficult to resolve. It is a kind of hatred engraved into the bones.
When children are born, adults will instill a concept into them - "one of your relatives died in the hands of the Mallory. If you have a chance in the future, you should avenge him or her!"
Sanchez is a Mallory. His blue eyes symbolize the nobility of the sky, and there are countless hatred under the sky.
These provide them with the necessary source of power, which is the most feared thing for the federal government.
If their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet because of the war, it will be only 30 to 50 million.
But this 30-50 million is not ordinary people. That is 30-50 million. As long as they are given weapons, they can become soldiers and veterans who have participated in the war.
This kind of neighbor will become a federal nightmare. What we need to do now is to smash it before it forms!
Ryan had a little more smile on his face. He felt a deep fatigue. "Have you ever met such a thing in Amelia?"
The veteran moved to the bottom of the window and observed the situation outside. As soon as he appeared, several bullets were fired.
He crawled on the ground and looked at Ryan askew. "Yes, everyone hates us, because all we have to do is kill their father, husband and son. They can't not hate us, just like now."
The team leader pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly got up to fight back while the bullet stopped.
Across the road came the sound of something falling heavily and the simple curse of locals.
"I'm dying." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop the blood, and the fresh blood didn't slow down. "I can feel it."
"If you can go back and help me tell my mother that I love her, help me tell my father not to drink so much..."
The captain quickly squatted and ran to Ryan and looked at him. "Don't talk nonsense. Would you like to bet?"
"What do you bet?" Ryan asked. "What else can I bet now?"
"Bet God will take you!"
The team leader said and pulled down the medical bag behind Ryan. He shouted to the outside that he needed cover, then took out the alcohol and sprinkled it near the wound.
The touch of alcohol and wound made Ryan feel pain. He frowned and looked at the team leader, "I don't understand what you mean."
The team leader took out the scalpel and looked at him, "I'll cut your wound and sew up the punctured internal organs first, so that you won't lose blood so fast. Maybe we're lucky enough, it's just a small wound."
"Although the speed and amount of blood loss are frightening, in fact, as long as a hole the size of malt can cause this injury, as long as we let it stop bleeding so quickly, you can live."
"And I want to cut your stomach. Do you want to bet?"
Hearing the news that he could live, Ryan's scalp began to numb. He nodded his head hard, "why not, come on!"
"Hold on, it hurts..." the next second, the suggested scalpel in the captain's hand cut Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines rushed towards the wound.
"Don't try hard, it will block my sight..." the team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it in with gauze and sucked out the deposited blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he fainted.
"This guy... Fainted."
Soon the team leader found the bleeding point, which was less than one centimeter wide and not very deep. This is good news.
He didn't know what it was. He quickly hooked the two sides of the crack with suture and pulled it hard——
Runen in a coma sat up fiercely. His face was pale and terrible. He was awakened by pain.
At this time, he was unable to speak because of the pain. Bean sized beads of sweat gushed out of his skin. He looked at the team leader as if he wanted to express something, but he was punched on the chin by the team leader.
"You'd better be quiet!"
Then there was a less fastidious suture. Ryan was lucky not to poke his intestines.
The whole operation lasted less than five minutes. Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, but the speed had obviously decreased, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.
He hid under the windowsill with his weapon and began to observe the situation outside.
The fighting on the street continued. After the later problems broke out, the command car immediately asked to withdraw first.
Now the whole team is trapped in the encirclement. If it can't break out in time, it is likely to be bitten off bit by bit.
Fortunately, some people stayed in the periphery of the city. With the help of these people, they successfully opened a channel for the large forces to pull out smoothly.
At 12:40 noon, after counting, the number of casualties had exceeded 200.
What's more irritating is that the bodies of some federates were hung on the outer wall of the mobile five story building by local warlords.
Dozens of corpses were hung up, and they seemed to be showing off.
The news was quickly returned to the Ministry of defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on Lynch listening to the phone when they knew that Lynch was eating.
"Confirm the list. I want a detailed and accurate list, and then go through the process according to the company's rules."
"In addition, reassess the reasons for the failure of this battle. Although we failed, I believe failure will make us stronger."
"Order the field commanders who have participated in battle command in ammeria to replace the commanders sent by the Ministry of defense and reschedule the next battle."
"I will go to the company in the afternoon. I hope you can give me some good news."
The Staff Sergeant can only say yes, and it's hard for him to say anything.
It can be said that the people who went to Marriott this time are some elite of the current army and navy. They are still the staff of the Army Strategic Command, but their failure also reflects some problems existing in the federal army.
At present, some people in China, including the military and the Ministry of defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the federal army.
There are two bases for their optimism.
First, before the Navy defeated gavra, no one thought the Navy could do it, so they used the war of "betting on national luck" to describe the battle.
As a result, the Navy won. Although there were some coincidental elements of the victory, it also proved that the Federal Navy was not as weak as everyone thought.
They subconsciously think that the army should be the same, and can replicate the success of the Navy.
Second, Blackstone security's military operations in Amelia have been very smooth. They mistakenly regard a group of civilians who have just taken up arms as the most elite army in the world.
Moreover, in this process, Blackstone security also gave them enough convenience and leadership, such as directly allowing them to "discover" the enemy's nest and master the other party's Secret sentry.
These achievements make those people in China feel good.
Finally, they met a really troublesome opponent this time. As soon as they contacted, they killed maybe two or three hundred people.
The staff sergeant said there were more than 100 people. Lynch didn't believe it. There must be some who couldn't be rescued. The death toll may exceed 10%!
The war damage rate is too high. It can even be said that these people who are safe in Blackstone cannot experience such a high war damage rate again, otherwise all these people will "retire".
Because their spirit will go wrong, soldiers' ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield comes from self-confidence.
It is a kind of self-confidence that "they will not die" and "the enemy will die". They believe that all this will happen, so they have the courage and morale to fight.
But when they find that "they may die anytime and anywhere" and "it is difficult to destroy the enemy", they can no longer become a qualified soldier.
They will fear, fear will make them resist orders, resistance will flow on the surface and eventually affect others.
Therefore, if an army is defeated many times or often in a short time, it will be dissolved soon.
These three thousand people are the same. Their spine is broken. How can they hold up?
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The bullets were still whistling outside. Ryan was gasping. He didn't even dare to move now.
He still didn't understand why the child would give himself a knife. He looked at the veteran and asked with some fear, "will I die?"
The veteran was silent for a few seconds, which plunged Ryan into deep despair.
He felt that he might not live long.
"If I say no, you won't think it's true." a few seconds later, the boss said, "you still have about ten minutes. If no one comes to take you to surgery after that, I can only take your nameplate back."
Ryan subconsciously held the small steel plate around his neck with his name, job number and his blood type, which was prepared when the field hospital needed mathematics.
Many times, the wounds caused by war can't wait for the blood type test results, so everyone has been tested before entering the job, and their blood type will be stamped on the nameplate with steel seal.
In the hospital, the doctor knows what blood to use as soon as he looks at the sign. There is no need to retest, which saves a lot of time, which can make those injured more likely to survive.
Ryan's face was occupied by despair. He glanced at the little girl who fell at the door and half of her head was lifted off. He asked incredulously, "why... She did that. I just wanted to give her a sugar."
The veteran looked at Ryan and said in a very special tone, like self mockery or sarcasm, "for them, we are invaders after all..."
In fact, this is not all the reason. Most of the people living here are maliro people. The hatred between them and the former ruling class Mallory people is difficult to resolve. It is a kind of hatred engraved into the bones.
When children are born, adults will instill a concept into them - "one of your relatives died in the hands of the Mallory. If you have a chance in the future, you should avenge him or her!"
Sanchez is a Mallory. His blue eyes symbolize the nobility of the sky, and there are countless hatred under the sky.
These provide them with the necessary source of power, which is the most feared thing for the federal government.
If their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet because of the war, it will be only 30 to 50 million.
But this 30-50 million is not ordinary people. That is 30-50 million. As long as they are given weapons, they can become soldiers and veterans who have participated in the war.
This kind of neighbor will become a federal nightmare. What we need to do now is to smash it before it forms!
Ryan had a little more smile on his face. He felt a deep fatigue. "Have you ever met such a thing in Amelia?"
The veteran moved to the bottom of the window and observed the situation outside. As soon as he appeared, several bullets were fired.
He crawled on the ground and looked at Ryan askew. "Yes, everyone hates us, because all we have to do is kill their father, husband and son. They can't not hate us, just like now."
The team leader pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly got up to fight back while the bullet stopped.
Across the road came the sound of something falling heavily and the simple curse of locals.
"I'm dying." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop the blood, and the fresh blood didn't slow down. "I can feel it."
"If you can go back and help me tell my mother that I love her, help me tell my father not to drink so much..."
The captain quickly squatted and ran to Ryan and looked at him. "Don't talk nonsense. Would you like to bet?"
"What do you bet?" Ryan asked. "What else can I bet now?"
"Bet God will take you!"
The team leader said and pulled down the medical bag behind Ryan. He shouted to the outside that he needed cover, then took out the alcohol and sprinkled it near the wound.
The touch of alcohol and wound made Ryan feel pain. He frowned and looked at the team leader, "I don't understand what you mean."
The team leader took out the scalpel and looked at him, "I'll cut your wound and sew up the punctured internal organs first, so that you won't lose blood so fast. Maybe we're lucky enough, it's just a small wound."
"Although the speed and amount of blood loss are frightening, in fact, as long as a hole the size of malt can cause this injury, as long as we let it stop bleeding so quickly, you can live."
"And I want to cut your stomach. Do you want to bet?"
Hearing the news that he could live, Ryan's scalp began to numb. He nodded his head hard, "why not, come on!"
"Hold on, it hurts..." the next second, the suggested scalpel in the captain's hand cut Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines rushed towards the wound.
"Don't try hard, it will block my sight..." the team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it in with gauze and sucked out the deposited blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he fainted.
"This guy... Fainted."
Soon the team leader found the bleeding point, which was less than one centimeter wide and not very deep. This is good news.
He didn't know what it was. He quickly hooked the two sides of the crack with suture and pulled it hard——
Runen in a coma sat up fiercely. His face was pale and terrible. He was awakened by pain.
At this time, he was unable to speak because of the pain. Bean sized beads of sweat gushed out of his skin. He looked at the team leader as if he wanted to express something, but he was punched on the chin by the team leader.
"You'd better be quiet!"
Then there was a less fastidious suture. Ryan was lucky not to poke his intestines.
The whole operation lasted less than five minutes. Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, but the speed had obviously decreased, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.
He hid under the windowsill with his weapon and began to observe the situation outside.
The fighting on the street continued. After the later problems broke out, the command car immediately asked to withdraw first.
Now the whole team is trapped in the encirclement. If it can't break out in time, it is likely to be bitten off bit by bit.
Fortunately, some people stayed in the periphery of the city. With the help of these people, they successfully opened a channel for the large forces to pull out smoothly.
At 12:40 noon, after counting, the number of casualties had exceeded 200.
What's more irritating is that the bodies of some federates were hung on the outer wall of the mobile five story building by local warlords.
Dozens of corpses were hung up, and they seemed to be showing off.
The news was quickly returned to the Ministry of defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on Lynch listening to the phone when they knew that Lynch was eating.
"Confirm the list. I want a detailed and accurate list, and then go through the process according to the company's rules."
"In addition, reassess the reasons for the failure of this battle. Although we failed, I believe failure will make us stronger."
"Order the field commanders who have participated in battle command in ammeria to replace the commanders sent by the Ministry of defense and reschedule the next battle."
"I will go to the company in the afternoon. I hope you can give me some good news."
The Staff Sergeant can only say yes, and it's hard for him to say anything.
It can be said that the people who went to Marriott this time are some elite of the current army and navy. They are still the staff of the Army Strategic Command, but their failure also reflects some problems existing in the federal army.
At present, some people in China, including the military and the Ministry of defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the federal army.
There are two bases for their optimism.
First, before the Navy defeated gavra, no one thought the Navy could do it, so they used the war of "betting on national luck" to describe the battle.
As a result, the Navy won. Although there were some coincidental elements of the victory, it also proved that the Federal Navy was not as weak as everyone thought.
They subconsciously think that the army should be the same, and can replicate the success of the Navy.
Second, Blackstone security's military operations in Amelia have been very smooth. They mistakenly regard a group of civilians who have just taken up arms as the most elite army in the world.
Moreover, in this process, Blackstone security also gave them enough convenience and leadership, such as directly allowing them to "discover" the enemy's nest and master the other party's Secret sentry.
These achievements make those people in China feel good.
Finally, they met a really troublesome opponent this time. As soon as they contacted, they killed maybe two or three hundred people.
The staff sergeant said there were more than 100 people. Lynch didn't believe it. There must be some who couldn't be rescued. The death toll may exceed 10%!
The war damage rate is too high. It can even be said that these people who are safe in Blackstone cannot experience such a high war damage rate again, otherwise all these people will "retire".
Because their spirit will go wrong, soldiers' ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield comes from self-confidence.
It is a kind of self-confidence that "they will not die" and "the enemy will die". They believe that all this will happen, so they have the courage and morale to fight.
But when they find that "they may die anytime and anywhere" and "it is difficult to destroy the enemy", they can no longer become a qualified soldier.
They will fear, fear will make them resist orders, resistance will flow on the surface and eventually affect others.
Therefore, if an army is defeated many times or often in a short time, it will be dissolved soon.
These three thousand people are the same. Their spine is broken. How can they hold up?
The bullets were still whistling outside. Ryan was gasping. He didn't even dare to move now.He still didn't understand why the child would give himself a knife. He looked at the veteran and asked with some fear, "will I die?"The veteran was silent for a few seconds, which plunged Ryan into deep despair.He felt that he might not live long."If I say no, you won't think it's true." a few seconds later, the boss said, "you still have about ten minutes. If no one comes to take you to surgery after that, I can only take your nameplate back."Ryan subconsciously held the small steel plate around his neck with his name, job number and his blood type, which was prepared when the field hospital needed mathematics.Many times, the wounds caused by war can't wait for the blood type test results, so everyone has been tested before entering the job, and their blood type will be stamped on the nameplate with steel seal.In the hospital, the doctor knows what blood to use as soon as he looks at the sign. There is no need to retest, which saves a lot of time, which can make those injured more likely to survive.Ryan's face was occupied by despair. He glanced at the little girl who fell at the door and half of her head was lifted off. He asked incredulously, "why... She did that. I just wanted to give her a sugar."The veteran looked at Ryan and said in a very special tone, like self mockery or sarcasm, "for them, we are invaders after all..."In fact, this is not all the reason. Most of the people living here are maliro people. The hatred between them and the former ruling class Mallory people is difficult to resolve. It is a kind of hatred engraved into the bones.When children are born, adults will instill a concept into them - "one of your relatives died in the hands of the Mallory. If you have a chance in the future, you should avenge him or her!"Sanchez is a Mallory. His blue eyes symbolize the nobility of the sky, and there are countless hatred under the sky.These provide them with the necessary source of power, which is the most feared thing for the federal government.If their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet because of the war, it will be only 30 to 50 million.But this 30-50 million is not ordinary people. That is 30-50 million. As long as they are given weapons, they can become soldiers and veterans who have participated in the war.This kind of neighbor will become a federal nightmare. What we need to do now is to smash it before it forms!Ryan had a little more smile on his face. He felt a deep fatigue. "Have you ever met such a thing in Amelia?"The veteran moved to the bottom of the window and observed the situation outside. As soon as he appeared, several bullets were fired.He crawled on the ground and looked at Ryan askew. "Yes, everyone hates us, because all we have to do is kill their father, husband and son. They can't not hate us, just like now."The team leader pulled the bolt of the gun and quickly got up to fight back while the bullet stopped.Across the road came the sound of something falling heavily and the simple curse of locals."I'm dying." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop the blood, and the fresh blood didn't slow down. "I can feel it.""If you can go back and help me tell my mother that I love her, help me tell my father not to drink so much..."The captain quickly squatted and ran to Ryan and looked at him. "Don't talk nonsense. Would you like to bet?""What do you bet?" Ryan asked. "What else can I bet now?""Bet God will take you!"The team leader said and pulled down the medical bag behind Ryan. He shouted to the outside that he needed cover, then took out the alcohol and sprinkled it near the wound.The touch of alcohol and wound made Ryan feel pain. He frowned and looked at the team leader, "I don't understand what you mean."The team leader took out the scalpel and looked at him, "I'll cut your wound and sew up the punctured internal organs first, so that you won't lose blood so fast. Maybe we're lucky enough, it's just a small wound.""Although the speed and amount of blood loss are frightening, in fact, as long as a hole the size of malt can cause this injury, as long as we let it stop bleeding so quickly, you can live.""And I want to cut your stomach. Do you want to bet?"Hearing the news that he could live, Ryan's scalp began to numb. He nodded his head hard, "why not, come on!""Hold on, it hurts..." the next second, the suggested scalpel in the captain's hand cut Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines rushed towards the wound."Don't try hard, it will block my sight..." the team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it in with gauze and sucked out the deposited blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he fainted."This guy... Fainted."Soon the team leader found the bleeding point, which was less than one centimeter wide and not very deep. This is good news.He didn't know what it was. He quickly hooked the two sides of the crack with suture and pulled it hardRunen in a coma sat up fiercely. His face was pale and terrible. He was awakened by pain.At this time, he was unable to speak because of the pain. Bean sized beads of sweat gushed out of his skin. He looked at the team leader as if he wanted to express something, but he was punched on the chin by the team leader."You'd better be quiet!"Then there was a less fastidious suture. Ryan was lucky not to poke his intestines.The whole operation lasted less than five minutes. Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, but the speed had obviously decreased, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.He hid under the windowsill with his weapon and began to observe the situation outside.The fighting on the street continued. After the later problems broke out, the command car immediately asked to withdraw first.Now the whole team is trapped in the encirclement. If it can't break out in time, it is likely to be bitten off bit by bit.Fortunately, some people stayed in the periphery of the city. With the help of these people, they successfully opened a channel for the large forces to pull out smoothly.At 12:40 noon, after counting, the number of casualties had exceeded 200.What's more irritating is that the bodies of some federates were hung on the outer wall of the mobile five story building by local warlords.Dozens of corpses were hung up, and they seemed to be showing off.The news was quickly returned to the Ministry of defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on Lynch listening to the phone when they knew that Lynch was eating."Confirm the list. I want a detailed and accurate list, and then go through the process according to the company's rules.""In addition, reassess the reasons for the failure of this battle. Although we failed, I believe failure will make us stronger.""Order the field commanders who have participated in battle command in ammeria to replace the commanders sent by the Ministry of defense and reschedule the next battle.""I will go to the company in the afternoon. I hope you can give me some good news."The Staff Sergeant can only say yes, and it's hard for him to say anything.It can be said that the people who went to Marriott this time are some elite of the current army and navy. They are still the staff of the Army Strategic Command, but their failure also reflects some problems existing in the federal army.At present, some people in China, including the military and the Ministry of defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the federal army.There are two bases for their optimism.First, before the Navy defeated gavra, no one thought the Navy could do it, so they used the war of "betting on national luck" to describe the battle.As a result, the Navy won. Although there were some coincidental elements of the victory, it also proved that the Federal Navy was not as weak as everyone thought.They subconsciously think that the army should be the same, and can replicate the success of the Navy.Second, Blackstone security's military operations in Amelia have been very smooth. They mistakenly regard a group of civilians who have just taken up arms as the most elite army in the world.Moreover, in this process, Blackstone security also gave them enough convenience and leadership, such as directly allowing them to "discover" the enemy's nest and master the other party's Secret sentry.These achievements make those people in China feel good.Finally, they met a really troublesome opponent this time. As soon as they contacted, they killed maybe two or three hundred people.The staff sergeant said there were more than 100 people. Lynch didn't believe it. There must be some who couldn't be rescued. The death toll may exceed 10%!The war damage rate is too high. It can even be said that these people who are safe in Blackstone cannot experience such a high war damage rate again, otherwise all these people will "retire".Because their spirit will go wrong, soldiers' ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield comes from self-confidence.It is a kind of self-confidence that "they will not die" and "the enemy will die". They believe that all this will happen, so they have the courage and morale to fight.But when they find that "they may die anytime and anywhere" and "it is difficult to destroy the enemy", they can no longer become a qualified soldier.They will fear, fear will make them resist orders, resistance will flow on the surface and eventually affect others.Therefore, if an army is defeated many times or often in a short time, it will be dissolved soon.These three thousand people are the same. Their spine is broken. How can they hold up?
