Battlefield Contract Worker

The Anmor army had long been prepared to fight to the death in Arkann, and built powerful fortifications along the outer positions. The suburbs start with small positions, shelters, ditches, and cobweb-like traffic trenches. The weather was as dark as the skin of the local soldiers, and walking in such a dark night was like jumping into a chimney.

Looking at all this, Lin Rui looked helpless. The war in this small African country has completely degenerated into the trench warfare era of the last century. But there is no other way. The Anmor army is too weak, and in the absence of artillery support, it can only choose to stick to it in this way. In the words of General Kadom, this is not sticking to a city, but sticking to the beliefs of a country and a nation. I would rather die in battle than in slavery.

But the rain has affected the trenches here. The black soldiers of the Anmore coalition stood digging in the mud, draining water, and talking eagerly. Lin Rui could not understand their local dialect, and was not interested in knowing what they were talking about. After changing shifts, some black soldiers squatted in the muddy water and hugged their knees to sleep, snoring loudly. When people are tired to a certain level, even if the enemy's artillery shells fall and the fire is blazing into the sky, they will never try to interrupt their sleep.

In the shelter on the left, there were also bursts of voices. It was the voice of General Logan's speech on Independence Day from the radio. Out of propaganda, these Anmore officers turned it into a heroic manifesto. A number of military propaganda teams are promoting morale to the soldiers. Soldiers need to support their beliefs in fighting, and officers need to rely on this to encourage soldiers to give their lives. "The warriors of Anmore, the victory belongs to you, and the victory belongs to the people!" The voice of General Logan on the radio still came with passion.

The instigated black soldiers waved their weapons and shouted, "Resolutely complete the blocking mission!"

"Don't let the enemy advance!"

"Hold on to Arkann! Defend the capital!" Powerful propaganda, with a self-hypnotic brainwashing offensive, wiped out the wisdom of thinking together, leaving only the power of passion to be activated. The soldiers believed, or were forced to believe, that General Logan was their hero, everything they had, and that they were willing to give their last drop of blood to defend General Logan and Anmore.

Of course, if they don't believe it, that's fine. Because in addition to the propaganda team, General Kadom also set up a wartime supervising team to shoot deserters.

Lin Rui stood at the intersection of the traffic ditch and looked at the black jungle to the north. He didn't feel the cool rain running down his neck, and a complex emotion flashed in his heart. This is war, and a soldier cannot decide where the war will go, and he will never know why he is fighting. Lin Rui didn't know whether these ordinary black soldiers were fighting for their independence and liberation, or whether they were working for General Logan personally.

He's just a mercenary, working for money. For him, it's just a job.

Lin Rui left the forefront of the position, walked forward to the left, and met the actuary Jiangan who had just inspected the position.

"Just finished, I suggest that they reinforce the position on the north side." Jiangan said, and walked forward along the snake-shaped traffic trench with Lin Rui.

The two of them walked a hundred and ten meters to the left and stopped, facing the dark night and drizzle, staring at the enemy's position to the north without saying a word. The wind blowing from outside the trenches rolled their shirts. The two of them could not see anything at all except for the occasional flash of light across from them, but they watched without moving.

The black people in the propaganda team shouted hoarsely while playing loud music, "We will not be beaten in the fortifications, but we will take the initiative to counterattack the enemy during the defense; the enemy's artillery fire was fierce, and the shells exploded heart-wrenchingly, but Our fighters will not lie down. As long as you remember determination, oath, honor! Soldiers will be a hundred times more courageous when they hear General Logan's voice."

Lin Rui turned his head in disgust and said, "The enemy crossed the river this afternoon. What are they doing now?" After a while, he thought about it and said, "Actuary, what are you thinking about?"

Jiangan replied unintentionally: "Think of everything. This is a broken place, I don't know if we will die here."

Suddenly, Lin Rui and Lin Rui heard the hissing sound, and the two of them were used to it and fell down alertly. A heavy mortar shell exploded not far from the position, and the fire broke through the dark night sky.

The two of them followed an electric light-shaped traffic ditch to the front of the left flank position. Jumping over a small ditch here is the enemy's position. The night is darker, the sky is darker. Sometimes, one or two red and green flares cut through the dark sky, and the sparse sound of gunfire broke the silence of the night. Lin Rui's expression changed slightly, "No!"

"What's wrong?" Jiangan frowned.

"The secret society has the same satellite communication equipment as our headquarters. They don't need to use this way of contacting with flares." Lin Rui shook his head and said, "This is a trap, a feint."

There was no sound, and everyone was listening to the movement with their ears pricked up~www.readwn.com~ The wind was blowing in waves, and there were violent gunshots in the ravine in the far right front.

Speak to a second Lieutenant Anmore by jumping Kishigan in the fortification. He asked the second lieutenant in a low voice, "Is there any movement on the other side?"

"The enemy is probably asleep. Nothing happened," replied the second lieutenant.

Lin Rui frowned and asked, "Didn't you still shoot just now?"

An Anmore soldier pointed to the front and said, "Just now, it was the position over there that fired a few shots. The enemy only fired five flares, and they often brag like this."

"How far?" Lin Rui shouted.

"Seven or eight hundred meters away, maybe more." The Anmore black soldier replied.

Kishi stood upright beside the fortification with his hands behind his back, frowning silently.

An Anmore soldier said: "At eleven o'clock, the enemy kept fighting. Come on, stand in my bunker and observe," he jumped out of the one-man bunker. Lin Rui raised the binoculars to look, stared straight ahead and said. "You have to pay attention to your observations, and also to find out the location of your neighbors and the range of your alert." He pondered for a while, and then said: "The alert has to be stretched forward!"

Second Lieutenant Anmore, who led the squad, nodded and said: "A group has been stretched out ahead." There were indeed a few soldiers lying in the bunker, staring ahead with guns.

"Just now, the officers have inspected the fortifications, and the fortifications are well done: they are very reliable, and they can exert firepower." The second lieutenant explained.

Lin Rui turned to Jiang An and said, "The person in charge of that position is ours?"

"Black Panther Gulei's troops." Jiangan said in a deep voice, "Would you like to go and have a look?"

"Don't you stay at the headquarters of the Anmore Army, I'll go over and check the situation." Lin Rui thought for a while, then whispered, "Be careful."

"Understood." Kishi nodded.

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