The mercenaries loaded their weapons and ammunition on the pickup truck and started to leave. The black mercenaries in the truck threw canned food to the naked children watching on the roadside. Compared with General Kuba's troops, this team can be called a benevolent and righteous team.
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The SUV Colonel Faulkner was riding in suddenly stopped when it arrived in front of Liu Ziguang. The colonel turned around and said, "Children, I want to give you a piece of advice. Don't walk around recently. It will be very dangerous outside." After saying this, the SUV started to show off.
And go.
"I don't like the British. They are always self-righteous and condescending." Alexander said unconvinced.
Li Jianguo said thoughtfully: "I'm afraid there will be a big battle to fight recently."
Liu Ziguang said: "Whatever, they beat theirs and we beat ours. Our goods have arrived and now we have to go to the beach to pick them up. Alexander, are you interested in seeing the beautiful seaside of West Sadamoa?"
Alexander shook his head and said: "If I leave the plane even half a step, the boss will kill me."
"That's such a pity." Liu Ziguang watched the mighty convoy of mercenaries leave and couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know how much it will cost to hire such a well-trained army."
Alexander said: "The price of mercenaries varies widely. If they are retired special forces such as SEALs or Delta Force, the price for duty in a war zone is around 30,000 US dollars per month. If the qualifications are not high enough and the reputation is not famous enough, such as South America,
Soldiers from some Eastern European countries receive less money, around US$10,000 per month. If they are soldiers from Iraq or Afghanistan, they would be grateful if they could get US$3,000.”
It seems that this Russian young man knows a lot. Liu Ziguang then asked: "Can't a senior person like Faulkner earn six figures in US dollars?"
"He?" Alexander shrugged and said disapprovingly: "A person of his age should be reading reports in an office in London, instead of eating sand and sunbathing in Africa. His era has passed, and he is now active in the employment industry.
The weapons market is mainly operated by a group of people who have experienced the Gulf War and a group of South African guys who spend all day fighting and killing in Africa."
"What exactly is it?" Wang Zhijun interjected and asked. He had just been hit on the head with a gun butt and was now covering it with a towel.
"International Strategic Resources Company is run by a group of former South African special forces soldiers. It is registered in the Bahamas. Since South Africa banned the existence of mercenary companies, their business has moved to London. Their business is very large and their strength is very strong.
, if they want to deal with my boss, it might not be a good thing." Although he said this, Alexander still had an indifferent expression on his face.
"It's so powerful. I'm afraid it will catch up with Blackwater soon?" Wang Zhijun asked with his eyes widened.
"Black Water and i are not even worthy of carrying boots." Alexander used a very vivid metaphor to describe i's power.
"Come on, Blackwater is a company run by Americans, how can South Africans compare?" Wang Zhijun said unconvinced.
"Blackwater is just better at attracting others' attention. Precisely because they have a wide network of contacts in the United States, they have won many military contracts. However, compared to their professional quality and the difficulty of performing tasks, they are still inferior, so they
They are only worthy of being called contractors, not mercenaries. Formerly the South African eo company, they help the legitimate governments of Africa fight wars, but the real employers are the multinational companies that extract natural resources, such as De Beers Diamonds, BP, etc.
For example, during the Sierra Leone war, the interim government at the time had no money to hire eo to fight against the Ruf rebels, but a company called Branch Energy provided a credit guarantee for the Sierra Leone government. EO's salary was actually paid by Branch Energy, and
When EO recaptures a diamond mine, Branch Energy will obtain 60% of its mining rights."
The surroundings fell silent, and everyone was listening carefully to Alexander's story about the international mercenary market. Of course, it was dictated by Alexander and interpreted by Dongfang Ke. The Russian paratrooper's poor English was far from being able to express the meaning perfectly.
Alexander was a rough guy and didn't know much. He had learned these jokes from Listrovsky. Now a group of people were listening to his lectures with their eyes wide open and breathless. They couldn't help but feel a little complacent and said in a serious tone:
"War and prostitution are the two oldest professions of mankind. We already have many brave soldiers here. Where are the beautiful girls?"
Everyone immediately dispersed, and no one paid any attention to this hormonal Russian paratrooper. Black Africa is a place where blackness is rampant, and with Asian aesthetics, black girls really cannot accept it, so on this issue, everyone has no common ground.
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This field airport near the border is the base camp of the Western Sadamoya National Liberation Front under Chen Martin. The airport is located on the boundary between the grassland and the jungle. The base is located in the dense jungle. It is composed of tribal fighters and the Kaja who escaped from San Juan.
It is composed of refugees from the Ye tribe, including many educated teachers, medical staff and skilled workers. With the joining of these people, and the appeal of Chen Martin, a tribal prince, the base looks pretty decent.
The dozens of African fighters trained by Li Jianguo have begun to show results. At least most of them have touched a gun and can distinguish a gun stock from a trigger. Two hundred brand-new automatic rifles have allowed them to exchange guns for cannons. The black boys are playing with the guns and are happy.
He grinned, but Li Jianguo looked at it and shook his head. These black soldiers always like to pour a full magazine of bullets with their eyes closed when they shoot. They don't care whether they can hit the target or not. They want to train them to be Colonel Faulkner.
The kind of soldiers under my command may not only need time, but also need one or two bloody battles.
A Toyota off-road vehicle drove up like lightning. The person who jumped out of the car was Chen Martin, the chairman of the West Democratic Liberation Army. After experiencing the ups and downs, Chen Martin became much more mature. He strode forward and hugged Liu Ziguang warmly.
, reported good news to him: "His Royal Highness Bobby has acknowledged our existence and given us the designation of the Second Brigade of the Royal Army, making us responsible for the security of the airport."
Liu Ziguang's heart moved and he asked: "Where are you from?"
"I came from Luanda, and His Highness's representatives met with me there. Well, this news was called to me by His Highness's secretary from London five minutes ago," Chen Martin said.
Liu Ziguang's face darkened and he said, "No, move quickly."
Chen Martin asked anxiously: "Why?"
But Liu Ziguang had no time to explain. He shouted to Li Jianguo: "Let everyone leave the camp and evacuate to the jungle, quickly!"
Li Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then understood, and yelled at the black soldiers. Under his high-pressure training, the soldiers had developed conditional firing, and immediately jumped up and rushed into the jungle, while the ordinary people in the camp did not
Being so obedient, they even turned a deaf ear and continued to do whatever they had to do slowly.
"Alexander, get off the plane!" Liu Ziguang gestured to Alexander who was standing next to the plane in the distance and shouted, but the Russian put his hands to his ears, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"
At this time, there was a buzzing roar in the sky. Liu Ziguang pointed at the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Run! Air strike!"
Two Super Tucano propeller fighters emerged from the clouds and swooped down menacingly towards the camp next to the airport. They were painted in light gray and had no markings except the numbers on their vertical tails. In an instant, Liu Ziguang was reminded of the time he and the
The attack they encountered on the Red Sea together with Zhao Hui.
They are also in Africa, and they are also using Super Tucano fighter jets. This is already a good explanation of the problem. People have to settle old and new grudges together.
The appearance of the fighter jets panicked the people in the camp. They hurriedly picked up their children, picked up the Xinrui and ran out, but it was already too late. The first thing to suffer was the off-road vehicle that Chen Martin was riding in, a series of .50 caliber bullets.
The bullet turned the car into a fireball. The driver and bodyguard died in the car on the spot. The blast of air blew Chen Martin far away. Liu Ziguang reacted quickly and fell to the ground when the plane dived down. A string of bullets were hitting him.
On the ground beside him, there were deep and shocking bullet holes.
"Get down! Get down quickly!" Li Jianguo shouted to the people who were fleeing. But in a hurry, who couldn't hear his shout? The look of him standing in the open area wearing a military uniform and waving and shouting attracted people's attention.
At the attention of the fighter jet, a series of bullets were fired. If Wang Zhijun hadn't suddenly rushed over and pushed Li Jianguo to the ground, he would have been beaten into two pieces.
Chen Martin raised his head from the ground and shook the dust off his body. The blood on his forehead stained his vision red. He saw a miserable scene. His people were shot and fell to the ground one by one amidst the roar of fighter jets.
The camp in the jungle was blasted into a sea of flames by a 250-pound bomb. For many unforgettable days and nights, the base built by everyone worked together and turned into a hell of blood and fire.
The Antonov transport plane parked on one side of the runway also became the main target of the fighter jets. A series of rockets flew over and blew the transport frame into pieces. Fortunately, Alexander received the early warning, otherwise he would not have had time to escape and would definitely be killed.
Drowned in the sea of flames from the plane explosion.
Although the Tucano fighter is a propeller aircraft, it is slower than a jet fighter and carries less bombs, but it is cheaper and has stronger firepower. When it comes to dealing with guerrillas in backward areas without anti-aircraft firepower, it is simply a natural nemesis and killer.
An aircraft is equipped with 1.5-pound conventional bombs, and it is simply a waste of time to attack such a backward ground target.
The black soldiers who had previously fled to the jungle under Li Jianguo's order saw their relatives being slaughtered. Their eyes were bleeding with hatred. They rushed out and shot into the sky with automatic rifles. This time, no one closed their eyes. Their eyes were wide open.
, tightly pulled the trigger and poured out the angry bullets, targeting the two bloody Toucans.
Bullets from automatic rifles could not pose any threat to the Super Tucano equipped with Kevlar armor, but the fire net woven by the soldiers with their fearless spirit made the fighter pilots panic. Seeing that the target had been destroyed, they
Shaking its wings and roaring away, the entire air attack took less than a minute.
Liu Ziguang got up from the ground, spat out a mouth full of dirt, and cursed fiercely: "i.s.r., I swear to destroy you!"