Battlefield Contract Worker

"Yes sir." The little head of the secret society froze and bowed his head. Conan is one of the Red Baron's most staunch cronies, and his words have always been unequivocal in this team.

"Okay, after a tour around, we should go back, and by the way, we should plan tomorrow's battle." Conan said coldly. He turned around alone and walked into the rain. The secret society leaders behind him glanced at each other, but they could only keep their heads down.

Back at the temporary headquarters where it was barely sheltered from the rain, Conan said to the map on the table, "You are all heads of squadrons. Tell us what you think about tomorrow's battle."

"I won't talk about tomorrow's battle for now. I want to talk about today's battle first." A secret society leader whispered, "I think we have fallen into the other side's trap. They seem to know that we are coming, so we attack this time. It didn't have the effect of a surprise attack at all. Instead, they used this to set up ambush along the way and keep hitting us."

"You are talking nonsense." Another small leader of the secret society disagreed, "I think the most urgent thing for us at the moment is to join forces with the troops in the southeastern city, so that we can form three sides from the north side to the east side, and then to the south side. The situation of encirclement. Suppress the opponent's movement space to the minimum. If they lose the movement space, they just don't have any room for counterattack, and we can easily defeat them."

"But the current situation is that the opponent also knows this tactic of ours. In the front, they are constantly ambushing through Sheka. And on the sides and rear, they are attacking our flanks and even the rear with continuous interspersed movements. This allows us to It's been very difficult to move forward. In this afternoon's battle, they used a barricade to keep us from making any progress for four hours." Conan frowned, "I need a solution to this problem."

The leaders of these militants were a little silent, but in fact, they had no better solution than a violent attack for a while now. And the other party is just dragging you immortally.

It's like a boxer at a disadvantage who doesn't fall to the ground after repeated blows. Instead, he entangles with you, hugs you, and prevents you from continuing to open up and punch. This back-and-forth hug has consumed most of your stamina. Fighting and not being able to fight, continuing to entangle without being reconciled, this is the most headache for them at present.

Conan looked at them and said, "I have a way."

"What?" The little head of the secret society looked at him.

"The other party's mercenary troops understand our intentions, so they are strictly guarding us. What they are afraid of is that we will unite with the troops in the southeast city. So their tactics are very targeted, that is, they are endlessly entangled with me. Like a Just like rogues, even if they can't beat us, they have to hug our legs and keep us from moving forward." Conan said slowly, "But they are not without weaknesses. Their weakness is their lack of troops. After two days of hard fighting, I am afraid the loss will be much greater."

"So, what do you mean by sir?" said a secret society leader.

"We took the initiative to evacuate, do not go inside the city, avoid the streets. We bypassed their defense line from outside the city, and went directly to the southeast to meet the troops there, and then joined forces to attack the southeast corner." Conan said slowly.

"But in this way, didn't we lose the encirclement of them?" A secret society leader frowned.

"Yes, on the whole, we have lost the advantage of encircling them, but in the part of the southeastern city, we have formed a more powerful breakthrough advantage." Conan looked at these men and said, "It is equivalent to us attacking the original two sides. The plan is to become a heavy army to break through a point. Remove the surface, and strengthen one of the points, with an absolutely superior force, to help our people forcibly break through the southeast corner."

"It's worth a try, but will their troop blocking us also wait for the opportunity to return to the defense?" Another small leader frowned.

"They won't, so tomorrow we will only leave a small group of people in place to strengthen the offensive. The brigade will retreat and detour, and after three to four hours at most, they will be able to join our troops originally deployed on the beachhead on the southeast side. Then strengthen the attack on the southeast side with them, get rid of the entanglement of these mercenaries, and aim at Walman." Conan stared at the map and said.

"This is a brilliant idea. We leave some people behind to contain the intercepting troops here. And they don't think that we are still fighting with them, but other people have already gone to strengthen the offensive in the southeast city. This way. If so, in order to intercept us, the fortifications in the city are almost meaningless." A militant from the secret society nodded.

This proposal stimulated the members of the secret society, and they all put forward their own views on this opinion, and there was a burst of discussions and disputes in the temporary headquarters. No one noticed that the outposts they arranged at the outermost edge had already encountered an accident.

A secret Society sentinel in a raincoat ~www.wuxiahere.com~ patrolled the surroundings in the heavy rain. But with such heavy rain, the visibility at night is too low. He didn't even realize that someone had sneaked up to the post behind him. Cold and wet, the sentinel cursed the ghostly weather in Africa. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and a thunderbolt exploded.

The sentinel suddenly found two shadows in the mud and water on the ground, one was himself, and the other...

The Sentinel of the Secret Society turned around in horror, raised the gun and pointed behind him, but found no one. He once thought he was hallucinating, took a deep breath and put down the gun in his hand. After confirming the safety of the surroundings, he continued to patrol with the gun.

But just as he turned around, a man jumped up in the muddy water behind him, and the matt-treated black dagger suddenly stabbed at the position where the back of the sentinel's head and cervical vertebra combined. The sharp blade came from the bottom of the back of the head and went straight into the brain tissue, instantly destroying any motor function of his body. The sentry was stunned to find that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger, so he fell headfirst into the muddy water.

After the sentry was completely dead, Lin Rui, who was covered in mud and dead leaves, hiding in the mud, looked around alertly and made a gesture behind him. Behind him, Crazy Horse and Yelena followed like ghosts.

"The headquarters should be there, come with me." Lin Rui whispered.

"How can you be sure?" Yelena asked strangely.

Lin Rui said in a low voice, "It was pitch black all around. They were afraid of exposing their targets and implemented light control. But their headquarters should be an exception. Although they hid well and blocked the light with things, they still couldn't avoid small Noise from the power generators. The camp is on blackout, where else will small generators be used other than the headquarters?”