The timely deployment of Blackstone Security temporarily stabilized the battle line, and armored vehicles stood as individual "defense islands," shouldering a crucial defensive role.
Until the enemy destroyed these vehicles, they would be unable to advance effectively.
Whenever any obvious enemy appeared, the turret of the Quad Machine Gun would rotate, and then the sound of the Grim Reaper swinging a sickle would ring out. No matter what those people were hiding behind, they would be torn to pieces by bullets! It was not artillery, making it difficult to cause large-scale shrapnel damage, but in certain fixed scenarios, its advantage in mowing down infantry was clearly superior to artillery.
Some of the retreating Federation soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, including some coalition soldiers among them. Looking at those vehicles painted with the logo of Blackstone Security Company, an inexplicable sense of intimacy suddenly grew in their hearts.
Parents gave them life, and they instinctively felt a natural closeness to their parents.
Now that Blackstone Security had saved their lives, they naturally felt an indescribable fondness for Blackstone Security.
They could not say why it was good, but it simply exuded a sense of close kinship.
An employee of Blackstone Security, armed to the teeth, began attempting to organize a counterattack.
Ryan felt very relaxed, with no nervous expression on his face. Looking at the panic on the faces of those Federation soldiers, he thought of his past self.
Everything had become different, he thought.
He felt that his current situation was also strange. He would not feel nervous because bullets were flying around him, nor would he be startled out of his sleep by gunfire and artillery.
When he was on the front lines, as long as he held his gun, he could fall asleep at any time and