There has never been such a thing as a death squad in the Donghuang Corps.
The reason why he called his new team the Suicide Squad... was because Ivanov wanted to carry out a scalpel-like attack on the Straker ecosystem that was native to Ross. According to his estimation, the number of people who would survive would not be more than 30% of the number when he entered.
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Ivanov drafts a combat sandbox.
What he said about not having a plan was just a joke. How can the senior officers of the Corps who have actually fought tough battles come from a humble background?
The era of individual weapons is no longer the past.
Ivanov studied the 3D satellite image.
According to the information provided by the Donghuang Corps, the Straker army that attacked the mine did not come in a rush. In all likelihood, they used troop transport equipment unknown to mankind.
Straker's army that day was by no means a miscellany, but an ace among aces.
The combination of troops and offensive running-in are quite skillful, which is probably the result of coordinated attacks by several large brood nests.
If we want to maintain such a consistent pace on the battlefield, humans who can communicate wirelessly cannot do it, and it is even harder for Homo sapiens who have difficulty communicating.
So they must have practiced together several times in advance...
Ivanov held a cigarette in his mouth.
I just hope that his speculations are all conjecture, otherwise if the Struck ecosystem, which has never been cleansed, makes a counterattack, it will be enough for unsuspecting humans to drink from it.
Following the projected 3D sand table map, Ivanov began to plan the march direction.
There is no intelligence from the Intelligence Department, no guarantee from the Logistics Department, and no support from the Corps.
Ivanov cut out the complex and simplified it, planning an extremely dangerous path.
Departing from Levin City and arriving at the Cote Mine, they marched their troops straight down the Chensi Mountains, then went up the mountain from the side with a gentler slope, and made a surprise attack on the hinterland of the Homo sapiens.
Drive straight in, cross three mountains, cross six rivers, and finally have a decisive battle at a place where satellite images report that the giant brood nest is most likely to be located.
If you can destroy the brood, open the teleportation gate and return to the teleportation gate set up in Levin City.
If it can't be killed, it will die in Si Junzhi's mouth.
Ivanov put down the hand marking the map and slowly took it back, his face expressionless.
Anyone here who knows a little bit of military knowledge would be shocked when they see the march plan drawn up by Ivanov.
This can no longer be described as gambling.
This march route can almost be called a model of escape.
Facing the Straker ecosystem and facing the most elite troops of Homo sapiens, Ivanov chose a blitzkrieg.
Use less than 200 troops to challenge Straker's army head-on. biqμgètνt
Anyone who can come up with such a plan is either a fool or a madman.
The marching route outlined in red on the 3D terrain map looks full of chilling atmosphere.
The thick and rich red color makes people breathless.
This is destined to be a road paved with blood.
or enemy's.
or your own.
…
Ivanov did not set off immediately.
This group of people under him needs training.
Ivanov's promise to them was that if they could come back from the Straker ecosystem alive, the North Central Region would no longer pursue their crimes, and they could choose to be free or continue to follow him.
The prisoners imprisoned in Alcatraz Island, the First Prison, and the Centrifugal Inquisition Center have a desire for freedom far beyond ordinary people.
The degree of difficulty is also far beyond ordinary people.
But Ivanov has never been afraid of being stabbed in the head.
Borrowing the camp next to Levin City as a training ground, Ivanov began to sharpen his weapons before the battle.
In order to avoid deserters during training, all members of the death squads had subcutaneous chips embedded in them, which were displayed in real time in Ivanov's red electronic eyes.
In fact, this also makes it easier for Ivanov to mobilize during wartime.
After a heart-to-heart talk, Jiang Hongru said that Donghuang Yigai agreed as long as the request was not too outrageous.
The Donghuang Corps is solely responsible for the training logistics of the death squads.
Medical potions and irradiation potions are sufficient.
So the day after the prisoners celebrated their freedom, they were called up at six o'clock.
After eating the high-calorie meal sent from Levin City, Ivanov distributed purple potion to everyone.
The potion contains caffeine, taurine and trace amounts of irradiation.
It is Xingtuan’s fourth generation Micro-Er body enhancer.
It can ensure that these bastards are like chicken blood during training.
I have to say...compared to Ivanov's training method, the training of the Kot Militia is as gentle as a big girl.
After finishing his meal and drinking the micro-Ethium body enhancer, Ivanov took the lead and started a 20-kilometer mountain run.
twenty…
kilometer…
Almost equal to the distance of half a marathon.
Simply thinking about the march plan specified by Ivanov, everything seems to make sense.
In the first two kilometers, all the members of the death squad were able to follow. Starting from the third kilometer, some people gradually started to fall behind.
Donghuang's supervisor, riding a mountain bike, followed the team at the end, occasionally urging those who fell behind.
But human endurance has its end after all.
Finally, at the fifth kilometer, a fat suicide squad member said he couldn't run anymore and lay on the ground, gasping for air.
No matter how much the supervisor of the Donghuang Corps urged him, the fat man lay on the ground and refused to get up.
After being kicked twice by the supervisor, the fat man became a little anxious, but he just said, "You have to be awesome, wait for me to slow down, and we can knock for a while."
The supervisor had no choice but to pass the matter to Ivanov, who was leading the run, through the public channel.
At this time, Ivanov had run nearly eight kilometers. When he heard the message in the headset, he immediately ordered everyone to turn around on the public channel and look for the fat man who had collapsed from exhaustion.
The supervisors of the Donghuang Corps all knew that it was time to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so they gloated and hid away, planning to see what the death squads would do to the old oil man.
In less than ten minutes, all the members of the death squad gathered around the fat man who collapsed from exhaustion.
The fat man had actually recovered, but Ivanov on the public channel personally ordered him not to go anywhere.
Seeing that the personnel were in place, Ivanov ordered the count to be reported.
One hundred and ninety-one people, all present.
Among these hundreds of people, there are physical mutants with excellent physical fitness, as well as ordinary people.
After running for more than half an hour, some people's lungs were about to explode.
Ivanov nodded while facing the death squad formation.
"I went to Donghuang Building yesterday and bought a hundred exoskeleton mechas."
The members of the death squad knew more or less the temper of the person in front of them, and no one whispered about it.
"This does not mean that 91 people will go back to jail. It means that 91 people will die on the training ground."
Before anyone could react, Ivanov had already ducked over to the fat man who had dragged everyone down before. He grabbed the fat man's neck with one hand and lifted him up. Then he clasped his thumb and lifted his index finger, and it only took two fingers to twist it.
Fat man's cervical spine.
Listening to the fat man's screams that stopped abruptly before he could say anything, the scene fell into silence.
Ivanov threw the fat man's body aside as if throwing away garbage, and faced the silent suicide squad members with his back straight.
"I know you are a bunch of rubbish. You commit murder, arson, robbery and rape... There are no innocents among you. I hope you rubbish can burn off your waste and maximize your value before you die."
Several supervisors from the Donghuang Corps nearby were dumbfounded.
Kill the training members immediately after a disagreement???
This is a tyrant more than a tyrant.
"It's no different from talking about collective honor with you trash, so try your best to survive for a few more days...keep running."
After Ivanov finished speaking, he started to move forward without looking back.
The members of the death squad looked at each other. Surprisingly, no one came forward to argue or argue with Ivanov. After a short silence, everyone followed Ivanov's footsteps and continued running cross-country.
An imperceptible smile appeared on Ivanov's lips.
This is just right.
As expected, although it was difficult, everyone survived the 20-kilometer cross-country run.
This group of scumbags even had a touching scene where one person couldn't run away and the three of them moved forward with him.
For this training, two people were reduced.
One was a fat man who couldn't run and his cervical vertebra was broken by Ivanov, and the other died suddenly on the road when he ran fifteen kilometers.
At half past ten, all members of the death squads returned to the training ground.
Ivanov did not punish the last player to return.
But no one takes any chances... Everyone knows that those who run behind will die in front.
After simple repairs, Ivanov asked Donghuang's medical staff to solve the problem of fluid accumulation in the knees of the death squads after long-distance running.
After nearly an hour of rest, it was lunch time.
The members of the death squads who were celebrating their freedom yesterday ate lunch in silence.
One hundred and ninety people, half of them will die.
Except for two level three superpowers and a few level two physical mutants, no one knew where they would be.
Their training is boring and boring.
In addition to physical training, there is also fighting, target shooting and exoskeleton operation.
Ivanov only exercises execution and wartime abilities.
Don't care about anything else.
What bullshit military discipline and honor...
They are a group of people running towards death.
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Three days have passed since Meng Ren announced his monopoly on tobacco.
The bosses on Alcatraz Island are watching.
Let's wait and see what kind of death this boy who made arrogant words and cut off many people's financial opportunities will die.
Three days passed, and still no one took action against the fierce man.
The fierce man understood that this did not mean that everyone was afraid of him, the rising star of Alcatraz Island.
What everyone is afraid of is the murderous demon behind him.
but…
Looking at the current situation, the prison district chief has no intention of releasing the devil in the short term.
The fierce man had a headache.
Now everyone would rather not smoke or smoke less than buy from him.
It means cold treatment.
What he fears most is not being able to conflict.
In the past few days, with the appearance and departure of Ivanov, Meng Ren wanted to understand one thing.
The Donghuang Corps was not thrown here for Chen Mo to reflect on, otherwise there would be no need to throw himself into it.
The Corps has told Chen Mo the real reason through practical actions.
That is - form a team.
Relying solely on the veterans who have followed the F113 till now, the combat capability of the militia group will be limited after all.
The militia is in urgent need of strong new blood who are capable of fighting and can follow Chen Mo out of Alcatraz Island.
Only in this way can the militia group stand out in future wars against who knows who.
It’s just that Chen Mo either didn’t buy it or didn’t think about it, so he went back to the dark room to reflect.
So the heavy responsibility that should have belonged to Chen Mo fell on the fierce man.
Alcatraz...or rather, all prisons are places where violence is respected.
The best way to subdue this group of people is to beat them to avoid pain.
That’s why powerful people would come up with a way to provoke internal disputes in Alcatraz Island by monopolizing tobacco.
Rely on this conflict to suppress a group of people, win over a group of people, and figure out who is trustworthy, so that you can do things better.
I wonder if these bosses have an insight into the fierce men's thoughts. So far, no one has had a head-on conflict with the seemingly weak fierce men.
After much consideration, Meng Ren felt that he had to go a step further - he planned to monopolize the alcoholic beverages in Alcatraz Island.
It was Monday, and the prison guards at Alcatraz Island were tallying up the purchase list. Meng Ren bribed the prison guards with two cigarettes, and during the break, he went to the office to meet the warden.
Although the old man, the prison district chief, was not familiar with the fierce man, he knew that this boy and Chen Mo were on the same side.
Therefore, he is very polite to fierce people.
"0119, if I remember correctly, your name is...Huang Liang?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good name, catchy."
The fierce man smiled and stuffed the little old man with a small box of yi metal that Lao Bai had sent to him.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir... I picked up this thing when I was out for a walk during the day. I don't know what it is, so I brought it over to show it to the officer."
The little old man weighed the metal box, opened the door of the metal box with his thumb, and looked at the purple glossy surface, his face became frightened.
"Just tell me directly. This thing you picked up is too valuable. Keep it for yourself."
The fierce man couldn't help but stuff the small box into the prison chief's pocket.
"Thank you for taking care of me during this period, it should be, it should be."
The little old man resisted for a few times, but when he saw that the fierce man was determined, he calmly accepted the box and said sternly: "Then I will be disrespectful... Well, if you have any difficulties in the prison area, you can just mention them directly. This will make me
How embarrassing."
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He was not afraid of giving away too much, but he was afraid that the little old man would not accept it.
"Going to jail...you said, this is not a glorious thing, right?"
"Of course." The little old man nodded seriously.
"These prisoners in the prison area were supposed to suffer, reflect on their mistakes and the negative impact they had on society. As a result, because their families gave them money, they could even drink alcoholic beverages. In this way, this is no longer a prison, it is almost a prison.
It’s a nursing home. You must be troubled by this, right?”
The little old man looked out the window for a moment and nodded again to the fierce man.
"Alcoholic beverages are indeed rampant in the prison area. Regardless of the laws and regulations in North China, alcoholic beverages are strictly prohibited from entering the prison area! This must be caused by some prison guards taking advantage of them. I will investigate strictly!"
The warden took the cigarette from the fierce man and said, "You responded very promptly to this question. I will report it to the warden and try to reduce your sentence."
The fierce man smiled and said: "Thank you, sir. It's what everyone should do to report the problems in the prison area. However... if we suddenly stop drinking alcoholic beverages, I'm afraid that many prisoners who come in because of violent crimes will not be able to accept it. After all, alcohol and tobacco are poisonous.
Addictive.”
The little old man understood what the fierce man meant, but still asked cooperatively.
"That's true. On the one hand, we shouldn't continue to provide it. On the other hand, not providing it may cause turmoil within the prison district. So what do you think?"
"If you give me the right to distribute alcoholic beverages, I promise to restore the prison system! There will no longer be drunken people and the proliferation of alcoholic beverages!"
The warden looked at the bronze face of the young man in front of him, trying to see something from his face.
"But the violence problem in the prison area is very serious."
The little old man answered the question incorrectly.
