"You shouldn't have done that …"
When they walked out of the unfinished building, the squad leader raised his hand and pulled Ryan back. "You've softened your heart. This will be fatal to us."
Ryan was actually a little angry. He felt that his squad leader was too cruel. He did not even spare some innocent girls.
He even planned to go back and write a letter to report his squad leader for killing the innocent. Therefore, at this time, he was very disdainful of what his squad leader said. There was also a somewhat unfriendly look in his eyes.
"Do you think I'm a psychopathic murderer?"
Ryan turned his head and did not look at him. "No, I don't think so."
"Then why didn't you shoot?"
"Next time you encounter the same problem, will you still choose not to shoot?"
Ryan did not want to answer this question. He felt that it was very shameless. He turned and continued to walk, but the squad leader pulled him back again.
"Your thoughts will kill you and us. We've encountered things in Amelia that are crueler than what you've seen."
"Have you seen a teenage girl with a bomb under her skirt walk into our midst?"
"Have you seen a mother carrying a child of a few years old and asking for food as an excuse to approach us?"
"You haven't seen anything. This is a battlefield. What you have to do is not pity, but destroy!"
The squad leader said loudly. He looked at the unconvinced Ryan and was silent for a while. "I used to be like you. You have to know that I only hope that we can all go back alive."
"This is not a military exercise of the Federation Army. This is a battlefield. What's happening here is a real war. Between us and the enemy, one of us has to fall to win the war."
"I hope that the final victory will be ours …"
Ryan pursed his lips. "I'll try to accept it. I don't know if you're right or not. I'll see it with my own eyes and tell you if you're right or wrong."
This sentence sounded very tactful, but in fact, he did not lower his head. Instead, it was a "declaration of war".
Looking at Ryan striding away, the squad leader was so angry that he laughed. However, he soon showed a helpless expression. He did not want this to happen.
If they died here because of unnecessary pity, it was really not worth it.
If they were fighting for their country, they would at least wear the national flag and be buried in people's praise and pity.
But that wasn't the case. If they died here, they would die. Their bodies wouldn't even be sent back to the Federation. Their families would only receive a notice and a check.
He had seen such a scene many times, and he did not want to experience it again!
A veteran walked over and put his arm around his shoulder. "They will understand."
The squad leader sighed again. "I'm just afraid that by the time they realize it, it will already be too late."
The encirclement of Locas went very smoothly. This was all thanks to a high-efficiency silencer developed by the Federation's military conglomerate for the conflict in Amelia.
It was a foot long and weighed two pounds. It could effectively prevent the muzzle from producing gunfire, and at the same time, reduce the sound of gunfire when the bullets were fired.
In the Amelia region, once you exposed yourself in the mountains, people would quickly find that there were enemies everywhere.
Actually, in the eyes of the enemy, there were Federation people everywhere, but they were not exposed. The Federation people were exposed, and this was very important.
Therefore, it was very important to extinguish the gunfire and sound.
This was already the second generation of the silencer, and its effect was much better than the first generation. The only downside was that it was a little heavy.
But it didn't matter. No one cared about the weight. They were not holding their guns all the time.
In less than half an hour, almost no one was alarmed, and the gang members in this unfinished building were quickly taken care of. There might be some who were missed, but those people did not affect the overall situation.
At around eleven o 'clock in the afternoon, the group returned to the rendezvous point. Sanchez was still in a daze.
So quickly, they were all taken care of?
But he had to believe it, because he had also sent people to the scene, and everyone was gone.
They definitely did not run away because they heard the news. They were still celebrating yesterday, so there was only one possibility. They had all really disappeared.
After listening to the battle report, the colonel nodded with satisfaction. More than ten people were injured because they used their fingers to touch the silencer and got burned.
Currently, the summer gloves used by the Federation were not anti-cut. In order not to affect the flexibility of the fingers in combat, they used fingerless gloves.
These unlucky people had blisters on their fingers, but it was not a big problem. The doctors had already treated them, and they would continue to participate in the next battle.
After retracting his attention, the colonel looked at Sanchez. "Mr. Sanchez, our mission is to help you build your own force quickly. I hope you won't waste our time. Next, I have some suggestions that you might be interested in …"
At this time, Sanchez was still in a daze. The Blackstone Security people cleaned up the city so quickly that it was beyond his imagination.
He should be very happy, but he did not know why, but he just could not feel happy.
This feeling was like … a piece of wood, a puppet!
He did not know if others felt this way, but he did.
The Federation people only wanted his skin, and they did not really want to help him do anything. Including the "suggestions" of the colonel in front of him, it was definitely not just a simple suggestion.
It was an order that could not be refused.
Soon, Sanchez, who was injured and in hiding for many days, appeared on the local television again. He continued to talk about his ideals, and he wanted to use sincerity and love to move all the people of Marillo and Mallory. In order to build their own home together, they should give up their hatred and unite together.
He might not believe this kind of nonsense himself, but it did not stop some people from really believing it.
He returned to Marillo from the Federation alone, and quickly gathered a group of people because a group of idiots naively believed his nonsense.
They really thought that this was Sanchez's idea, and they seemed to have forgotten that Sanchez was also an executioner.
But … at this moment, none of this was important.
Sanchez quickly gathered thousands of people. His ideals were part of it, and so were many of the things he gave.
It was equivalent to the salary of a medium-sized warlord, and it was not difficult to find people in this city who would work for him. The mayor had just been hanged, and the whole city was in a state of disorder. Sanchez's power was rapidly expanding.
Sanchez's recruitment attracted some people's attention. While the warlords were fighting, the smaller warlords would not relax. Annexing each other was the fastest way to grow.
In a sense, the chaotic situation in Marillo was very similar to the seemingly orderly but actually disorderly expansion of the capital market.
Capital was never picky about its food. As long as it was suitable for them, they would not care about meaningless questions like which faction the target was, or who it belonged to. They would only look for the right time, open their mouths, and swallow it.
However, the war of capital could be covered up with many beautiful things, and some people would even see this as a sign of social progress — at least the market was free and unrestrained.
In war, other than death and blood, there might only be some occasional flashes of humanity left in the war that could make people's hearts tremble slightly.
For a week, Sanchez stabilized the territory in his hands, and the next step was to expand outwards.
During this process, Sanchez listened to the advice of his liaison and the colonel, and took out a high-interest loan of 200 million Federation sols from the six major Federation banks.
This money would be used to strengthen his own strength, and as for the collateral, it would be the right to trade and tax in his territory in the future.
He actually did not want to borrow the money, but he had no choice. During this time, he understood another principle.
It was just like how he saw everyone in the Federation as similar. Perhaps to the people in the Federation, every Malory was the same. As long as they had blue eyes, they could be 'Sanchez'.
With money, the people he recruited would be more willing to work for him. In this chaotic world, there was nothing more satisfying than real money, and the solid currency of the Federation sols.
It was also on this day that the colonel thought that it was time to expand outwards.
"I noticed that there is a river to the east of us. This river leads to the Federation territory. If we occupy this river, some resources can be directly supplied through the water network, and not by land or train."
The others nodded. This idea was very correct. Why was it that during the last world war, there was not a serious problem of ceding territory?
It was because the development of technology could not keep up with the most basic needs of ceding territory. Without convenient transportation, even if they had a piece of land in their hands, it would be a burden.
Not all countries were like Guevra, who urgently needed to change from an island country to a landlocked country. Only they were willing to bite the bullet and take over this enclave.
If there was a water network that could be used, this would undoubtedly be very good news.
"Since no one has any other objections, then our main direction will be set here …" The colonel drew a circle on the map, and a river city not far from here was circled.
Sanchez, who was sitting with his back against the wall, was yawning in boredom. He found that he had become very tired in the past two days, and he always wanted to sleep or lie down.
He did not know what had happened, but he instinctively felt that this was not a good sign. When he lay down, it was so comfortable that he did not care too much.
"Mr. Sanchez, how much do you know about this city?"
Sanchez glanced at the circle on the map and thought for a moment. "That is Antonio's territory. He has a lot of people, and their weapons are very good."
For some reason, he added, "They are all sold to him by you!"
80% of the weapons in Marillo came from the Federation. This was a fact that did not need to be disputed. Looking at the place where the weapons in the hands of those people were produced, it was clear that almost all of them were from the Federation.
The thick sarcasm in his voice did not move anyone. The colonel also looked at him calmly, not angered by his words. "Tell us something that interests us. How many people do they have? What kind of equipment do they have? We have to take over this city before October."
October was a very special day. Sanchez did not quite understand.
This was because he was not familiar with Lynch. If he was, he would know that October was the month of Lynch's birthday.