Chapter 199 The Big Shipment Has Arrived

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```'Cannon' is an old acquaintance! Joe Ga saw 'Cannon' in a garage specially prepared for the Lazar 3 type convoy. The old fellow had lost a lot of weight but was in very high spirits. Joe Ga approached and embraced the seasoned armored instructor before glancing at his skin, which had turned several shades redder. With a smile, he said, "It looks like you've had a tough six months, but I think it should be worth it, because I believe 'Professor' won't let you technical crafts down." Half of these armored soldiers were active servicemen from Seville, and the other half were technical guides and engineers from Yuginebert Company. They had to not only teach these Africa Soldiers how to drive armored vehicles but also how to troubleshoot common problems which was the most time-consuming part. For the past twenty days, Joe Ga had been working over 12 hours a day with 'Wrench' and a bunch of Seville veterans with some basic knowledge, and they had only managed to modify six armed pickup trucks. There were still nine out of the fifteen automatic weapons stations dismantled from Colonel Ka's arsenal that needed to be installed. No matter how impressive Joe Ga's external abilities were, he still had to twist screws one by one during the modification. In the end, it was a tough manual job, one that wasn't merely about having the physical strength to do it. The arrival of a group of engineers was a salvation for Joe Ga and 'Wrench.' These professionals were treated at their best in Africa, enjoying comfortable days and generous travel allowances. However, compared to the seasoned Seville soldiers based at P·B, they fell somewhat short. Technical soldiers in Seville made at most $6,000 a year, while these Seville veterans were making $30,000 a year just for training soldiers, a figure that could double as soon as the soldiers were combat-ready. They were green with envy, but these technicians from Yuginebert Company were official employees; it was improbable for them to give up their stable jobs and families to work in the most chaotic parts of Africa. Nevertheless, this didn't stop Joe Ga from offering them a daily wage of $200, letting them come to do him the favor of finishing the modifications on the pickup trucks first. As a boss with a vast territory, if he went out driving a pickup without a machine gun mounted on the back, nobody would be afraid of him. After speaking with these technical workers and receiving affirmative answers, Joe Ga enthusiastically led them to the kitchen, where he asked Lao Niu to arrange for them to have an additional meal. Lieutenant Belic would then arrange accommodations for them and the Central African armored soldiers, separating the Central African soldiers from those based at the camp. After two months of the same training, the Bangassou national defense force had improved a bit, but the longer they stayed, the lower their morale became. They all had the same food and drink, but the P·B Company's recruits were treated much better than these regular soldiers. They were paid $30 a month, on time without delay, and all logistics were taken care of by P·B Company; they just needed to focus on training. This caused jealousy among the Bangassou national defense force, and eventually, under the intervention of the Central African Ministry of Defense Minister Mary Aenola, they began to train separately from the P·B Company recruits. Joe Ga didn't know what Mary Aenola had promised them, but they did seem somewhat improved, even if they couldn't hide their envy when they looked at the new recruits. The only thing that could bridge the psychological gap caused by money was a sense of national honor, which sadly Central Africa lacked, and perhaps only a handful of countries in Africa possessed. Mary Aenola called Joe Ga multiple times to complain that Central Africa's military budget had increased significantly because of him, likely subsidizing the Bangassou soldiers from other areas. So compared to these illusory concepts, Joe Ga had more faith in tangible treatment! This was true for mercenaries, for the seasoned Seville soldiers, and for these new recruits. Two months had passed in the three-month training period for new recruits, and out of the original 1,000, only 600 remained. According to Lieutenant Belic of the paratroopers, in another month's time, these 600 could be taken out to clash with drug traffickers. In one year's time, as long as the intensity of combat was controlled and pressures were gradually increased to build resilience, it would be considered a success if combat losses were kept below 200. By then, the troop would be fully formed. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Once the framework of the troop was in place, even if personnel decreased later on, new members could quickly adapt. Putting it more esoterically, as long as the troop's 'soul' remained, their combat capabilities would persist. Joe Ga didn't understand this concept, but the military films and books he had seen mentioned similar scenarios—as long as the unit number survived, so did the troop's 'soul.' Joe Ga hadn't undergone formal military education, but he had an exceptional belief in this notion. It didn't matter how cruel it was—war would undoubtedly result in deaths, and training soldiers through actual combat was nothing new. At least when these new recruits went into battle, they had their seasoned Seville sergeants to guide them, saving them many detours. ``` ``` Helicopter fire support, special forces ground assault, and local soldiers encircling for a sweep. These local soldiers received the top treatment on the battlefield in Africa! Actually, compared to so-called combat effectiveness, Joe Ga was more concerned about their sense of honor and belonging. Because as his territory grew larger and larger, the need for security forces would increase exponentially. You don't need to be stronger than the SEALs, just stronger than the local natives, and able to protect the boss's assets! Speaking of fighting, four squads of mercenaries stationed in Africa were absolutely top-notch in combat power, and there was another team of 100 near the gold mine, trained by jungle veterans. Joe Ga had gone to watch them once, and then didn't want to go a second time. That was a team that Karman cared about the most; he had devised the training plan, and those fierce jungle veterans had naturally upped the ante, leading to an astonishingly high intensity of training. Because of this, Joe Ga had to borrow a military doctor from Jemma Alexander's hands to stay there permanently to prevent accidental deaths. With the best food and a doctor on site, four people still died within 20 days. One died from a venomous bite while trying to escape, without receiving timely treatment. The other three really just trained until they lay down and never got up again! There's no reasoning with this thing; Karman even used a trendy term called 'death indicator'. In Joe Ga's opinion, this training was not something humans could withstand. The severity and cruelty were almost completely unmasked. Joe Ga had searched through all publicly available special forces data and had never seen any unit train like this. To prevent these soldiers from following the old path of the jungle veterans, becoming wild dogs blindly chasing war... Joe Ga took the initiative to arrange for a Mi-8 to regularly bring the soldiers back in batches to see their families, have Old Bull beef up their meals, and work on their mindset to prevent them from getting any ideas, while also issuing bereavement payments to the families of the four dead soldiers. Ten years' salary, 3600 US dollars! Joe Ga felt a bit guilty paying out this money because it was indeed too little! But in fact, when this money was delivered to the families of the deceased soldiers, the morale and sense of belonging among all the little blacks at the base visibly increased! Human life was really cheap in Central Africa! A boss who genuinely spends 3600 dollars to buy a life is the top-class boss here! The atmosphere of the base and the morale of the soldiers gave Joe Ga a lot of confidence, so he just waited for the air-launched missiles and rockets that the 'Professor' had sourced from Seville's Air Force warehouse to arrive, and he was ready to go to war with drug traffickers within a 400-kilometer radius of his territory. Your next read is at empire Ever since Joe Ga had witnessed the power of cluster bombs, he had spent more than ten days quietly making six 250-kilogram guided cluster bombs by himself, bringing his arsenal's stock to a total of 20. This thing can't be used too often because it's too conspicuous. The reports from the Foreign Legion have pointed out that Boykin's camp has been attacked by cluster bombs. Aside from a few big brothers who could misuse it, over a hundred countries worldwide have signed prohibition orders. It's a bit too exaggerated for Joe Ga's military contracting company to use such heavy weapons against drug traffickers. The Deputy Minister of Defense for Congo, Ngira, honorably took the blame for the cluster bomb issue and had recently been calling Joe Ga frequently, inquiring if he could get a few for his own air force. However, upon hearing Joe Ga's asking price of two million per bomb, this guy decisively changed the subject and discussed with him the feasibility of investing in North Kivu. Two million? With that money, I could directly appease the soldiers of the opposition armed forces. Why would I spend it on bombing to watch fireworks? It's too extravagant. As an arms dealer, Joe Ga wasn't exactly qualified. In fact, if he really wanted to use cluster bombs, there were cheaper ways to do it. Skip the complicated guidance systems, forget the rocket propulsion systems—a bomb filled with submunitions alone isn't expensive. But Joe Ga really didn't dare sell these things because he was afraid the Congolese would misuse them. As a businessman with legal concerns and a clear outlook on the future, Joe Ga felt he had to control his customers' firepower. Light weapons are great, armored vehicles are even better, and we can talk about tanks when I find suitable channels, but let's slow down on precision-guided heavy weapons like missiles. As Joe Ga pondered, he finished lunch in the canteen with the newly arrived instructors. After sending them off to rest in the dormitory, Antar, who was simultaneously in charge of the watchtower and some odd jobs, suddenly sent over a message... "Boss, an An-12 has entered Central Africa and has requested to land. It should be Yuginebert Company's transport plane arriving." Upon hearing this, Joe Ga slapped his hands together vigorously and pressed the communicator, saying, " 'Wrench,' organize personnel and vehicles to go to the runway, our missiles have arrived." ```

Chapter 199 The Big Shipment Has Arrived

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