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A warlord walked around in the room. He was tired. He just sat down and stood up again, continuing to walk back and forth.

Cigarette butts can be seen everywhere on the ground, and some cigarettes were thrown on the ground after only two puffs.

But not long after it was thrown away, he couldn't help taking out a new one and tapping it again.

He is very annoyed, because the big warlords plan to snipe the federations on his territory!

There is no doubt that no matter whether they can successfully attack the Federation, these people will not admit that they did these things afterwards.

And he, an ordinary warlord, has to pay for the willful behavior of these big warlords, and maybe he will be on the federal blacklist.

When he thought of this, he was uncomfortable and uncomfortable. He had a desire to go to the toilet, but he stood in the toilet shaking for a long time without shaking a drop of urine.

He felt that he was going to die. This feeling of being able to feel that his death date was approaching a little bit every day was really bad. He wanted to run, but couldn't get away.

If he dares to run, his body will soon be hung on a telegraph pole or statue somewhere, and a sentence will be engraved on his chest.

Things like "fleeing is the act of a coward" or "you can't go anywhere" are what everyone likes to do. Only by letting the corpse "talk" can deter those disobedient people.

He has done it too, but he doesn't want others to do it by himself, so he can only stay here.

A day ago, he hated the Federation and Sanchez very much. They had a lot of choices why they had to choose their own territory to attack. He cursed those people, hoping that a meteorite would fall and kill these bitches.

But at this moment, he began to pray again that the Federation would not suffer too much damage on his territory, let alone keep this account on his body!

"Colonel, what are you going to eat tonight?" The officer outside the door knocked on the door and asked a question.

The warlord, known as the colonel, was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the gem watch on his wrist. It was already 4:57 in the afternoon, and there was only one hour left before the sniper.

The big warlords plan to attack the Federation at six o'clock this evening.

They had been observing these federal people yesterday, or even longer, and they knew that at six o'clock in the evening, the federal people would gather for a meal, and after that they would not do anything.

This is a very good time to attack them, they have no defense, no one will still carry a gun while eating.

The colonel's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the thumping thumping sound 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 traces of flowing water in those shallow streams, and you might even think it is not flowing.

But when you reach out to touch the water, when the water hits your fingers and forms ripples, you will understand that it is active.

Time came quietly to five:45.

After the whole day of fighting was over, the soldiers rested on the spot, and the dining car at the back came to deliver dinner. Everyone chose a better place.

It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is said that it used to be the temple of the city. Later, the rule of the Maloris was overthrown and the temple was abandoned.

But it has now become the most suitable place as a forward base, because the terrain here is relatively high and it is easier to defend.

A soldier took off all the burden on his body. He took the aluminum lunch box and began to line up for dinner. He sniffed the scent of saliva in the air. He couldn't help but yelled, "What do we eat tonight?"

"Beef, potatoes and noodles!"

The soldiers who were queuing up and approaching here cheered, beef stewed potatoes and noodles, this is everyone's favorite dinner.

The noodle corner is the kind of refined flour that is the size of a thumb and is slightly thick. Put it in after the beef stew and potatoes are simmered, and cook it for a while.

No thick soup, the noodle corner absorbs the aroma of beef and broth, and it tastes very chewy, just like eating meat.

After a day's battle, perhaps this is the most relaxing time for everyone.

The soldier looked at the dining car that was getting closer and closer, swallowing his saliva constantly, muttering something in his mouth, as if urging the people in front to go faster.

After another while, it was finally his turn. He breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, took out his lunch box, "Give me some more potatoes..."

The cook nodded, and the soldier glanced at his watch subconsciously at this time. It was exactly six o'clock!

In the next second, he slightly raised his head and looked at the distant sky with a confused expression, "Did you hear any sound?"

The cook was stunned for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the sky behind him. More people raised their heads because at this time they all heard a very strange sound.

Some are sharp, piercing, and inexplicable fear permeates my heart.

In the next second, a black spot appeared in the sky, and then this black spot fell in the temple!

With a loud bang, the whole city was shaken!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"

Suddenly the sirens sounded, and people began to grab the equipment they had just taken off indiscriminately to avoid the artillery fire.

There is no flame flying in the sky, only the fragments that can't be caught by the naked eye are flying everywhere.

Dust fell on the walls of the ancient temples, and big holes and small eyes were punched out by the fragments. Everyone tried their best to keep their bodies close to the ground.

The soldier gasped for breath. He looked down at the wound on his waist and abdomen, trying his best to make his emotions less intense.

He received training before coming to the battlefield, knowing that what he needs to do most now is not to stand up and cover the wound, waving his arm and shouting "I’m **** hurt", but to press on the wound, lie down, slow down his breathing, and let his body. Relax.

This will allow him to survive three to five minutes longer than running around.

That is, in these three to five minutes, maybe his life can usher in a turning point.

He glanced at the dining car that was overturned by a shell, and looked at the potato and beef on the ground, he hesitated, grabbed a few pieces of beef and stuffed it in his mouth.

Even if you die, you have to eat before you eat.

The blood spilled from the wound quickly wet the ground. He couldn't move while eating, just lying on his stomach...

Wars never become merciful because of someone!

As soon as the outpost was attacked and shelled, the command car was alarmed. A group of school officers stood outside the car and looked at the dusty temple in the distance. Everyone's expressions were frozen.

The body of the highest-ranking colonel was trembling slightly, and he immediately shouted frantically, "Contact the front line, report the injury, and prepare to send someone to bring them back..."

He returned to the command car and said loudly when he stood at the door, "Control the person in charge of the investigation, and he will be responsible for this loss!"

The news from the outpost was very bad. Most of them took off their body armor when they were attacked while eating.

This also caused the fragments to bring the most terrible killing effect in the crowd. Any fragment can easily kill one or two people, and people fall in pieces.

Of the 1,500 people who entered the city this time, it is estimated that less than 1,000 people may survive.

What's more deadly is that before the shelling was over, the sound of fighting sounded from the periphery of the temple, and it was clear that the opponent launched the attack under the cover of the shelling.

This set of tactics has been proven its effectiveness during the First World War. Artillery supports and shields infantry attacks. This is no longer the kind of petty fight, this is war!

There was a fierce quarrel in the command vehicle, but the quarrel lasted for a short time. Two minutes later, the command vehicle issued the latest order to abandon the outpost and retreat to the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, let the remaining 700 soldiers quickly build simple fortifications, thanks to those military enterprises for bringing some convenient equipment.

For example, the support can be used as some small things in the rock mass, and they all play a role now.

The idea of ​​the frontline command is to build a line of defense on the outer edge of 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 lines of defense to organize a counterattack.

And at this moment in the river bank camp, Ryan is also eating dinner.

"I like their beef stew with potatoes. The potatoes are stewed very badly. It's good." He pressed a piece of potato into mashed potatoes with a gentle pressure with a spoon, and then filled the stew with gravy. Use a spoon to scoop up the broth with the sauce, put it in your mouth, and close your mouth...

That feeling is really wonderful!

Each mashed potato the size of sand is full of broth, rich and delicious, and a piece of stewed beef, perhaps this is the most memorable dinner in life.

While talking about dinner, suddenly an alarm sounded in the camp, Ryan stood up subconsciously and looked at the soldiers who were gathering not far away.

These have just been transferred from other places. It is said that Blackstone has safely reduced the field staff on duty in Ameria ~lightnovelpub.net~ and transported these people here.

He also ran towards the assembled playground. On the way, he caught a soldier wearing a body armor and asked loudly, "What happened?"

The soldier didn't conceal it, and said directly, "The frontline was shelled, and the frontline command needs our support..."

Ryan was stunned. He stood there and stunned for a while, then turned and ran towards the camp.

The wounded soldiers looked at him and asked what had happened, then fell into silence.

Ryan, on the other hand, has already begun to wear equipment. He has a sense of mission, and he thinks he should be on top at this time.

In fact, there are not so many what and why, he just has this idea, he feels he is better, and he should do something.

He ran towards the playground frantically, and when these people were about to leave, he finally arrived.

"Sergeant Ryan of the Marine and Land Stormtroopers, report from injury, sir!"