From arms dealer to king of war

The radiance of the rising sun awakened Nova City, and yesterday's excitement has not subsided.

Wallace was a little tired and returned to the hotel he rented. As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he heard someone opening a business there. More than a dozen heads of diamond companies from various places were laughing and jokingly giving Setaka time to invade Bangui. Odds were offered.

Wallace curiously went over to take a look, and was surprised to find that these guys from Europe and the United States were not optimistic about the Central African government forces and P.B.

As a senior frontline reporter, Wallace knew there must be something wrong here, so he curiously stepped forward and took out $100 to buy the option of PB Victory, and then asked about it as a joke...

A group of people from the Diamond Company were just having fun. When they saw Wallace buying up and leaving, a middle-aged man smiled and said, "Didn't you realize that the armored vehicles patrolling Nova City are French goods?

Moreover, anti-aircraft missiles appeared on the roof of Setaka's stronghold in the city, and PB's Super Tucano and helicopters will not come here.

There are nearly two thousand people outside the city, most of whom are mercenaries paid by the Shah's Prince Naif. As long as they disperse their attacks, Central Africa will be finished.

That jackal can't use missiles to hunt down those armed pickup trucks. If he does, even if he wins, he will be bankrupt in the end.

Moreover, Setaka has the support of the French and Prince Shah. No matter how powerful P·B is, they cannot withstand the pressure from these two parties. "

When Wallace heard this, he immediately understood why people here were not optimistic about P·B?

They are using business thinking to judge the Jackal's actions.

What they didn't know was that Jackal had a 'whatever it takes' attitude towards this battle.

In their hearts, P·B is still just a mercenary company, and losing money will make the company passive and slow down.

Even though Choga has emphasized many times in front of the media that PB’s core interests are to maintain stability in China and Africa, drive local economic development, and create a good investment environment...

But none of the businessmen in Central Africa believed him.

France's intervention and the emergence of anti-aircraft missiles convinced them that Setaka, which had succeeded once before, would still win this time.

Last time Setaka only used 500 people to control Bangui, the capital of Central Africa. This time he had more than 2,000 people, and most of them were mercenaries who had experienced many battles.

In the hearts of these people, Setaka has no reason to lose!

Wallace figured out the thinking logic of this group of people. He smiled and shook his head. He searched for all the cash on his body, scraped together 800 US dollars, and bought the PB victory option.

Looking at a group of European and American people who were a little surprised, Wallace said with a smile: "I bet P·B will win, and he will win cleanly."

As he spoke, Wallace looked at a group of similar people with strange eyes, and he said with a smile: "I am a staunch princess, and I believe that P·B will be able to defeat the enemy and protect the safety of Princess Emina.

I bet Setaka's troops can't last three days..."

A group of people from the diamond company looked at each other, and then burst into laughter. These guys who considered themselves mature and far-sighted thought that Wallace's naivety was really not suitable for Central Africa.

"Man, we will use the money you paid to buy you a few drinks. The rules of the game in Afica are different from what you think.

The media praising P·B will not add much to his combat effectiveness.

If a rich man comes forward and says he wants to support P·B, then I think they still have hope, but I only see a bunch of women going crazy in the media as if they are high-ranking.

Man, this is business, business is business..."

Wallace didn't dare to argue with these guys. He smiled and shook his head. As he walked towards his room, he murmured in a low voice: "The Jackal has always been in business at a loss, but he has always been a winner, and Winning more and more...

Business, hey, when did money become everything in business? "

When Wallace returned to the room, he sent the photos from the camera to his editor, and then after thinking about it for a while, he wrote a report...

"The cheering democracy and freedom and the lonely P·B!!!"

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Wallace's report was quickly published on the New York Post website, and then developed online media began to reprint Wallace's report in large numbers.

This front-line reporter with military experience has a very high reputation and credibility in the American media industry.

In his report, he satirized the philistines of the media and those celebrities who go around trying to gain popularity and traffic.

Only then did people realize that when the danger really came, those who vowed to stand with Princess Emina did not take any action...

As Wallace said, P.B. is fighting alone. Apart from verbal support, they do not seem to have received any substantial support.

Then something unexpected happened...

There was a large-scale protest march on the streets of Paris, and a group of crazy women blocked the door of the Elysee Palace with topless clothes...

Then there was a chain reaction all over the world, and everyone who could speak in the media was condemning France's inaction.

When the French president woke up, he found that he had become the target of criticism. This made him so depressed that he wanted to push his old woman downstairs.

So fucking fucked!

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The excitement of the outside world did not affect Qiao Jia. He once again flew the Super Tucano into the sky...

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Arhan, 45, is a Chadian veteran. He has been a mercenary since he was 28 and has been to Mali and Libya.

He brought back a large amount of wealth from these two places and returned to his hometown to build a larger team.

When he was about to go to Libya to continue gold mining, he received a commission, and then he came to Central Africa with 40 of his men.

Arhan, wearing a turban and military uniform, officially set out at about 10 o'clock in the morning.

The team of more than 2,000 people seemed to be in chaos when they set off. Arhan was not too anxious. He greeted his men with experience to check all the weapons. After personally checking the oil and drinking water, Arhan Then he ordered everyone to get on the bus and follow the large army to the south...

The road system in Central Africa is very poor. The large forces need to travel about 40 kilometers south before they can disperse and attack the cities along the way. Occupying those cities will not only ensure the safety of the rear, but most importantly, they can rob enough property. .

Arhan's 40-man team is not particularly outstanding among the mercenary groups, but Arhan was very smart in choosing the rural route for himself...

He had 12 armed pickup trucks and 4 lightly loaded trucks. He decided that as long as he left the northern range, he would visit the rural tribes in Central Africa...

Arhan's men were singing along the way. These Chadian warriors had never fought such a rich battle.

80% new weapons, European-made bullets, unlimited RPGs, and each team will distribute expensive "Stinger" and "Javelin" missiles.

Not to mention Afika mercenaries, the current Libyan government forces do not receive this kind of treatment.

Arhan has decided that he will never use the two 'Stingers' and the two 'Javelins', because as long as he takes these things to Libya afterwards, he can get a lot of money from the jihadist organizations.

Something like the 'Stinger', which can bring down airplanes, is the artifact coveted by jihadist organizations!

But as the convoy drove on, Arhan suddenly felt something was wrong...

He couldn't tell what was wrong, he just felt uncomfortable.

The battle-hardened veteran respected his own feelings. He stood up from the passenger side of the open-top Jeep and waved to the people behind him to follow him and pull over.

In order not to block the vehicles behind them, they drove off the road in average condition and onto the grassland.

The grassland is not flat, and people who are not familiar with it can easily get stuck here when driving up.

But after Arhan found himself entering the grassland, the discomfort in his heart subsided a lot.

And what surprised him was that many colleagues made the same choice as him.

Arhan's team trekked on the grassland for three hours and finally drove onto a road after getting stuck twice.

At this time, he was nearly 55 kilometers away from Nova City...

Arhan didn't know why, but when the vehicle drove onto the road, his discomfort reappeared.

His men didn't know what the boss was doing, and some of them were starting to get a little impatient.

"Boss, what are we waiting for?"

A bearded man with a rough appearance shouted: "Boss, we are falling behind, but we will not be able to catch up with the first wave of harvest..."

Arhan held his chest and hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head and said: "Let's slow down a little, don't be anxious, you can't make enough money, life is the most important...

I always feel like something is wrong, but I can’t tell what’s wrong…”

Arhan led his team and drove another dozen kilometers. When they turned a corner of a hill and entered an open area full of gravel...

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

Arhan saw four tough-looking Milosh armored vehicles parked in the gravel wilderness. As soon as their convoy drove out of the corner, the directional missile bays on those armored vehicles released four "needle" rounds. Anti-tank missiles.

The trajectory of the missile cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, but Arhan felt the heat of the missile flying over his head...

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

There were four explosions in succession, and four trucks behind Arhan exploded, blocking their retreat...

Seeing the four Milosh armored vehicles about 2 kilometers away from him start to slowly start, Arhan stood up, waved his arms, and shouted loudly: "Don't stop, move, move...

Machine gunner, machine gunner...

Take out the Javelin missile, hurry up..."

By this time Arhan had realized what the problem was...

They drove such a long distance south without encountering any obstacles on the road...

There are no planes, no helicopters, not even two scouts...

Most people think that the Central Africans are afraid, and the so-called PB is actually just like that...

But when I met him, I realized that they had already set up a network and were waiting for me!

The maneuverability of the armed pickup truck was very good. Arhan took the lead in sprinting forward, trying to stagger those very advanced armored vehicles and find a way forward...

But just as they were rushing forward, a dense whistling sound came from the sky...

Arhan, who had been wallowing on the battlefield for many years, heard those terrifying roars. He subconsciously raised his head and roared in horror...

"Speed ​​up, mortar~"

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"