The bullets outside the house were still whistling, Ryan was panting, he couldn't even move now.

He still didn't understand why the kid would give himself a knife. He looked at the veteran and asked with some fear, "Am I going to die?"

The veteran was silent for a few seconds, and these seconds plunged Ryan into deep despair.

He felt that he might not live long.

"If I said no, you would definitely not think it was true." After a few seconds, the boss said, "You have about ten minutes left. If no one will take you to the surgery after this time, I can only take your nameplate back."

Ryan subconsciously held the small steel plaque on his neck, which had his name, job number, and his blood type on it, which was prepared when he needed mathematics in the battlefield hospital.

In many cases, the wounds caused by the war cannot wait for the blood type test results, so everyone has been tested before entering the job, and their blood types will be stamped on the nameplate with a steel stamp.

In the hospital, the doctor knows what blood to use as soon as he looks at the sign. There is no need to re-test, which saves a lot of time, which makes the probability of survival of those injured become even greater.

Ryan’s face was occupied by despair. He took another look at the little girl who fell in the doorway, half of his head was lifted off, and asked in disbelief, "Why... she did that, I just want Give her a candy."

The veteran looked at Ryan, with a very special tone, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was sarcastic and said, "For them, we are the invaders after all..."

In fact, this is not all of the reasons. Most of the people living here are Marilos. The hatred between them and the former ruling class Maloris is difficult to resolve. It is a hatred carved into the bones.

When children are first born, adults will instill a concept in them-"One of your relatives died in the hands of the Mallorian. If you have a chance in the future, you must avenge him/her!"

Sanchez is a Malorian, with blue eyes, symbolizing the nobility of the sky, and under the sky, there is countless hatred.

These have provided them with the necessary source of power, and this is what the federal government fears most.

In case their neighbors are really unified, even if their population will plummet due to the war, it will only be thirty to fifty million.

But these thirty-five million are not ordinary people, that is thirty-five million as long as they are given weapons, they can become soldiers and veterans who have participated in wars.

This kind of neighbor will become a nightmare for the Federation, and the most important thing to do now is to smash it before the nightmare is formed!

Ryan's face had a few more smiles that he didn't know what it was like, and he felt a deep exhaustion, "Have you encountered something like this in Ameria?"

The veteran moved under the window and observed the situation outside. As soon as his head appeared, a few bullets came over.

He crawled on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Ryan, "Yes, everyone hates us, because all we have to do is kill their father, husband, son, all their relatives, they can’t fail Hate us, as it is now."

The team leader snapped the bolt and quickly got up to fight back while the bullet stopped.

On the other side of the road, there was the sound of something falling heavily, as well as simple local curses.

"I'm dying." Ryan looked at the wound that still couldn't stop the blood, and the blood did not slow down at all, "I can feel it."

"If you can go back, help me tell my mother that I love her, help me tell my father, don't drink so much alcohol..."

The captain squatted quickly to Ryan's side and looked at him, "Don't talk nonsense, would you like to take a gamble?"

"What to bet on?" Ryan asked, "What else can I bet on when I am like this?"

"Bet on whether God will take you away!"

As the team leader said, he pulled the medical kit behind Ryan down. He shouted to the outside that he needed cover, then took out the alcohol and spilled it near the wound.

The touch of the alcohol and the 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 will cut your wound and suture the punctured internal organs first, so that your blood loss will not be so fast. Maybe we are lucky enough, just a little Wound."

"Don't look at the speed and amount of blood loss. In fact, only a malt-sized hole can cause this kind of injury. As long as we don't let it bleed so fast, you can survive."

"And I, want to cut your belly, do you want to take a gamble?"

Hearing the news of being able to survive, Ryan's scalp began to numb, and he nodded vigorously, "Why not, come on!"

"You bear it, it hurts..." In the next second, the scalpel in the team leader's hand cut through Ryan's stomach along the wound, and the intestines inside quickly poured into the wound.

"Don't try hard, it will make those things block my sight..." The team leader put down the scalpel, stuffed it in with gauze, sucking out the deposited blood. When he looked up at Ryan, he was actually dizzy. Past.

"This guy... is fainted."

Soon the team leader found the bleeding spot, which was about less than one centimeter wide and not very deep. This was good news.

He didn't know what it was, he quickly hooked the split sides with stitches, and pulled hard--

In a coma, Runen sat up abruptly, his face pale and terribly pale, and he woke up from the pain.

He was so painful that he could not speak, and big beads of sweat came out of his skin. He looked at the team leader as if he wanted to express something, but was punched on the chin by the team leader.

"You better be quiet!"

The next step was the less elaborate stitching. Ryan had good luck and didn't stoke his intestines.

The entire operation only lasted less than five minutes, and the team leader breathed a sigh of relief when he watched the wound still bleeding, but the speed had obviously slowed down.

He hid under the window sill with the weapon and began to observe the situation outside.

The fighting on the street continued. After the subsequent problems broke out, the command vehicle immediately asked to withdraw first.

Now the entire team is trapped in the encirclement. If it fails to break through in time, it is very likely that it will be gnawed away bit by bit.

Fortunately, there are still some people staying on the periphery of the city. With the help of these people, they successfully opened a channel, allowing the large troops to pull out smoothly.

At 12:40 noon, after counting, the number of people killed in the battle has exceeded two hundred.

What is even more annoying is that the bodies of some federal people were hung on the outer walls of the mobile five-story building by the local warlords.

Dozens of corpses were hung densely, and they seemed to be showing off.

The news was quickly fed back to the Ministry of National Defense and Lynch, which is why the other party insisted on listening to the phone when they knew that Lynch was eating.

"Confirm the list, I want a detailed and accurate list, and then follow the company's rules and regulations."

"In addition, re-evaluate the reasons for the failure of this battle. Although we failed, I believe that failure will make us stronger."

"Order the field service who participated in the battle command in Ameria to replace the commanders sent by those from the Ministry of Defense and re-plan the next battle."

"I will go to the company in the afternoon. I hope you can give me some good news."

The sergeant can only say yes, and he can't say anything.

It can be said that those who went to Marillo this time were all elites from the army and the navy. The commanders were still the staff of the Army Strategic Command, but they failed. This actually reflects some problems in the Federal Army.

Some people in the country, including the military and the Ministry of Defense, are blindly optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the Federal Army.

There are two basics to support their optimism.

The first point is that before the navy defeated Gefola, no one thought the navy could do it, so they would use the battle of "gaming on the fortune of the country" to describe this battle.

As a result, the Navy won. Although there were some coincidences in the victory, it also proved that the Federal Navy was not as weak as everyone thought~lightnovelpub.net~ They would subconsciously think that the Army should be like this, yes. Copy the success of the Navy.

The second point is that Blackstone Security’s military operations in Ameria have been very smooth. They mistakenly regarded a group of civilians who had just picked up their weapons as the most elite army in the world.

And in this process, Blackstone Security also gave them enough convenience and leadership, such as directly letting them "discover" the enemy's lair and master the other's secret whistle.

These victories have made those people in the country feel that they are good at it.

Finally, they ran into a really troublesome opponent this time, and as soon as they contacted, they caused the death of possibly two to three hundred people.

The sergeant said that there were more than 100 people, but Lynch didn't believe it, there must be some people who couldn't be rescued, and the death toll might exceed 10%!

This battle damage rate is too high, and it can even be said that these people in Blackstone's safety cannot experience such a high battle damage rate again, otherwise this group of people will all "retire."

Because their spirits will go wrong, the soldiers' ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield stems from self-confidence.

It is a kind of self-confidence that "I 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 be afraid. Fear will make them resist the order. The resistance will flow to the surface and eventually affect others.

Therefore, if a unit has suffered multiple defeats in a short period of time, or often loses, it will soon be disbanded if it is wrong.

The same is true for these three thousand people, their backbones are interrupted, how can they be able to hold it?

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