Quiet small city.

In fact, Ryan wants to say that it is a town or a village more than the word "city".

There are no federal high-rise buildings with several stories or more than a dozen stories high. They are all low-rise houses, and the only buildings that look dilapidated.

It has been four hours since they entered here.

In four hours, there was no resistance, or resistance, and even so far, the whole team has not fired a shot.

This was not in their reaction. They believed that these people who were safe from Blackstone invaded the city under the guise of Sanchez, and the local warlords should stand up and fight back.

They will build a defensive barrier in the complex streets of the city, allowing everyone to waste time in the slow progress.

Just like learning in the sea and land stormtroopers, the street fighting advances very slowly. Every building and every building must be carefully searched until the safety is thoroughly confirmed before proceeding further.

This process is often accompanied by various terrible firefights, and there will be a large number of casualties, everyone has considered.

However, until now, no one has fired a shot.

The local warlords did not exist at all, and let the people of Sanchez drive into the city in a dilapidated truck, and they were only less than two kilometers away from the city hall.

Along the way, they kept searching for nearby houses and people, but they found nothing, and no enemy could see it!

At this time, Ryan, who came out of a house on the side of the road, said casually, "Could it be gone?".

With a straw heart in his mouth, he looked relaxed.

The companion was also surprised, and seemed a little relaxed, "Who knows, if you can occupy here without shooting, then this is the best, at least we don't need to kill everyone we see!"

The captain walking in front of them frowned. He knew that the two men were taunting him for killing the two innocent girls.

Not only Ryan, but also some other recruits cannot accept this. They can shoot men, but lack sufficient vigilance against women, children, and the elderly. They even think that veterans are cold-blooded and cruel executioners.

The captain swears that he thought so two years ago, but now, he sees everyone like an attacker.

On both sides of the street, many local people looked at them numbly. Those people didn't hide or do anything special. They just stood on the side of the road and looked at them.

Watching these outsiders search their houses and check their belongings, they never resisted or struggled.

Those numb eyes make the scalp numb.

"We still have 1.5 kilometers to reach the city hall. According to the information we have collected, the city hall has become the base camp of this little warlord a few years ago."

"There is also a possibility that their contracted forces are arranged around the city hall, which can explain why we have not found the enemy or exchanged fire with the enemy until now."

The colonel sitting in the command car gave his opinion, and the people next to him supported his opinion. After all, this is a fact.

There is no problem with making reasonable guesses on the basis of facts. The opponent either ran away or squeezed his forces. This is also in line with the countermeasures when they are relatively weak.

After all, the pressure of attacking each other is significantly higher than the pressure of fixed defense. They can choose a place that is beneficial to them and are very familiar with them to defend and then seek a counterattack. This choice is good.

If he changes his status, the colonel thinks he will do the same, and he will build some fortifications to make it more difficult for the offensive to occupy the city hall.

Compared with the ideas of these officers, the ideas of those recruits, veterans with two years of experience in encircling and suppressing rebels in the Anmerian region, have noticed something is not quite right.

Someone approached the team leader, "I think there is a problem..."

The captain nodded, he always maintained a state of being able to fight anytime, anywhere, "I also think something is not right, it's too calm, they shouldn't be so calm."

The two glanced at each other, and both grasped the guns in their hands tightly, and even put their fingers on the trigger.

In their view, the two sides are not at the same level, and the small local warlords are clearly on the weak side.

Since it is the weaker party, it should make use of all the factors that are beneficial to oneself to bridge the gap between the two parties.

In fact, dragging the battle into street fighting is the most correct choice. Maybe they can't clean up the city for a few months.

In addition to these, there are many other methods, but they do not include directly tightening the right to give up space, and then compressing one's own living space, to seek a decisive battle.

This is stupid. If the local warlords have this kind of brains, three thousand of them are enough to conquer this country.

But obviously, this is unlikely.

If it is not possible, the other party must be playing tricks.

"Pay attention to the ordinary people, they may be hiding in these people." The team leader gave an order, including Ryan and they all heard it.

"I'm going to tell the colonel..." Another veteran stood there. The colonel's command car was in the back, not in the front.

Ryan listened to what the team leader said and imitated it with ugly expressions and actions. Although it was silent, it still caused some laughter from other people.

The captain looked back at them, "If I were you, I would now shut my mouth and stare at the crowds on both sides, maybe those people will rush out of these people and attack us."

Ryan looked at the people on both sides, they were all ordinary people, and most of them were women.

Marillo's men were killed and injured in the war, and the most common people on the street were women.

These women have to do jobs that men do, because there is a lack of men in the city.

After sweeping his eyes on these women, old people and children several times, Ryan shook his head, "They are all innocent people, why didn't we disperse them?"

The team leader knew that Ryan didn't like him, but he still replied, "Before we entered the city, we had arranged people to do propaganda work and persuaded them to leave..."

The captain was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, but when he thought about it, the inspiration disappeared from him again.

In the silent march of the veterans and the high spirits of the recruits, the city hall was already less than a kilometer away.

At this moment, even the squad leader is a little confused. Is the opponent really stupid enough to lie on the chopping board and wait for the knife?

After walking more than 300 meters, gunshots suddenly heard in front, and the speed of the whole team increased a lot. After a while, the first situation came from the walkie-talkie.

Encountered an enemy.

The news gave the team leader and many veterans a sigh of relief. When they were sweeping the anti-government militants in the Anmelia area, what they feared most was not fighting those people.

The locals support these people, the locals will pass on news for them, help them hide, and provide them with supplies. This is the most terrifying and the most troublesome.

It's really going to take the fire, but it's not so disturbing.

Soon news of commanding the car came, leaving a few teams to evacuate the people, and others went to the outskirts of the city hall to fight as soon as possible.

Ryan's squad was unfortunately left behind.

He actually wanted to go to the front line more than to disperse these people here.

The veteran's attitude towards him made him very dissatisfied, and he increasingly wanted to prove himself. After all, he was a pioneer of the Marine and Land Stormtroopers. He had his own bottom line of integrity and his own abilities.

The gunshots in the distance became more and more intense, and Ryan looked into the distance from time to time, but it was a pity that he couldn't see anything.

"Madam, it's dangerous outside. Please go back to your house and lock the door, okay?" There was a lady who looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old in front of Ryan, just as he persuaded the lady to go back. A little girl who seemed to be about ten years old showed half of her body from behind the lady, and she looked at Ryan curiously.

It may be that the child's eyes are irresistible, or that he is actually a very good big boy. Ryan subconsciously took out a candy to replenish energy, bent over and handed it over.

In the next second, a gunshot sounded from his side, and he watched in disbelief as the lady beside him suddenly fell to the ground. He looked back at the captain and his eyes were filled with incredible anger.

He actually killed an innocent woman, the mother of a child, and his mother was in front of that child!

He immediately raised the weapon in his hand and aimed it at the team leader. The team that was already in a gap suddenly fought inwardly. Before the team leader could explain anything, Ryan suddenly tilted his body and almost fell.

The little girl next to him stabbed into his waist with a sharp knife in her hand, followed by another shot, and then a second.

The team leader scalp shouted loudly, "The enemy attack, hide as soon as possible!"

He hugged Ryan, who didn't know what happened, and crashed into the house on the side of the road. In the next second, the bullets whizzed past their heads, and the gunshots outside continued to ring.

"This is a trap, those passers-by are their people!" Someone yelled from a distance ~lightnovelpub.net~ but soon there was a scream.

At this time, Ryan, whose heartbeat accelerated sharply, also saw the woman lying on the ground at the door, who had become a corpse, holding a pistol in her right hand.

She was about to kill him, just when he bent over!

The team leader tore open Ryan's clothes and took a look at his wound. The blood was silent, and flowed out along the wound at a not too slow speed.

When he saw this wound, the team leader was stunned. He knew that this was a sign of internal organ rupture. Only internal organ rupture and arterial bleeding could produce such a terrible blood loss.

This kind of injury has no chance to survive on the battlefield.

He looked at Ryan so coldly, and Ryan seemed to have reacted. He looked at the wound on his waist, watched the blood that couldn't be held down, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

The team leader turned around and shouted loudly, "We need a medical team. Someone has a broken internal organ. Call for support..."