"That's terrible!"
Hans couldn't help but sigh.
In the camp below, some tents were still burning, and the firelight illuminated the surrounding bomb craters.
"The target is too big, and this time we have no allies to share the damage."
Xia Yu was referring to the earlier battle in Panaka, where Busa had assembled multiple units, with their garrisons scattered across the outskirts of the city. The Anka mechanized infantry battalion was hidden among them and not particularly conspicuous.
Unlike now, where they are concentrated in one place like a target, the rebels are willing to pay a price and will definitely gain something.
Little Anka was also unlucky; his tanks were fine, but he ran into someone's cannon.
"Boss, those two excavators you sold to them seem to have been attacked."
"Hans, with his keen eye, remarked."
Xia Yu hadn't noticed it until he pointed it out; the chassis of the two old Sany trucks were okay, but the booms were broken to varying degrees.
Yes, it can be repaired, but it's not worth salvaging.
Even after the explosive charge is removed, a single OF-540 fragmentation grenade still weighs nearly 40 kg, enough to riddle an unprotected excavator chassis with holes as it explodes into a shower of shrapnel.
Sigh, I'll sell two more to old Anka later!
Changing industries won't stop Xia Yu from going back to his old ways, but now he has to save that person's son.
The doe landed steadily on the helipad of their camp, where the waiting crew opened the transport hatch and carried the blood-covered Anka on a stretcher.
"01 and Honey Badger, follow along. Mole, you lead the rest of us to find the group of trainees you know, maintain order in the camp, treat the wounded, and guard against rebel attacks."
Xia Yu quickly assigned the tasks.
With Anka injured and Marcel unable to be relied upon, only the contractors could step in.
"It's x3!"
Sergei looked after little Anka, while Domi used both hands together to close the transport cabin door.
Kuhn led his team away, while the Mi-24V took off again, flying to the frontline hospital dozens of kilometers away.
"Calling Blue Helmets Panaka Regional Stabilization Mission, this is Huang You, a military contractor on the Busa side. Our camp has just been attacked by rebels, and a large number of government soldiers, including Battalion Commander Anka Chinaz, have been wounded."
Xia Yu turned on the radio and made a call in plaintext.
This is to prevent accidental casualties. The commotion from dozens of large-caliber howitzers firing simultaneously can travel a long distance. The stability maintenance team must have heard it, and reconnaissance helicopters might even take off in a little while.
Contacting them in advance will prevent any misunderstandings.
"One of our helicopters will fly to the hospital, and the convoy carrying the wounded will arrive soon."
"Stability maintenance team received. This is squad commander ZENG. What is the situation at the front? Are the two sides in a state of combat?"
ZENG?
Zeng Ba!
I didn't expect to run into someone from my hometown. It seems this is a mixed blue helmet squad.
"Commander Zeng, our counterattack has been completed, and we have successfully destroyed the rebel front-line artillery group. They have no further moves for the time being."
Xia Yu said calmly.
This... this is impossible, the shelling just ended...
In less than ten minutes, the efficiency was unbelievable, but it was true.
As Lao Zeng and his colleagues looked at each other in bewilderment, they heard the sound of helicopter rotors. The camp's searchlights shone a beam of light, illuminating the Mi-24V in the sky.
"It's an armed helicopter. No wonder. If the reaction is fast enough, it's possible to do this."
The deputy commander drew back the curtains and looked at the doe, who was slowly landing after receiving clearance.
Attack helicopters are the natural enemy of armored and artillery units, and must be equipped with field air defense systems to counter this formidable weapon.
"According to a UN investigation, a batch of air defense weapons had recently fallen into the hands of the opposition, but were all lost in multiple bombing raids by the Bousa forces."
Thinking of the intelligence he had seen before, Old Zeng spoke up.
"Otherwise, even the outdated Shilka River wouldn't have allowed the Mi-24 to achieve this level of capability. But taking off and fighting under enemy fire demonstrates the courage and strength of this crew."
"That's right, the opponent is a master!"
Xia Yu, unaware that he had been praised, turned off the engine and received the chest sling and his Glock 19 from the connection between the transport compartment and the cockpit by Domi.
I left in such a hurry that I didn't bring my rifle or main pistol, only a secondary pistol for self-defense.
Actually, he only brought it as a precaution; the important thing is that his walkie-talkie and satellite phone were both attached to his chest strap!
In the company's operations, Xia Yu could fill the position of any technical employee, but he would rarely take over the work of combat employees, so his chest sling only contained two hand grenades and two 30-round rifle magazines.
It's really just a self-defense configuration; the other slots are filled with communication tools, batteries, keys, and other miscellaneous items, which fits his boss's persona.
Hans, who had just disembarked from the helicopter, waved for Sergei to carry the stretcher down, while Xia Yu took out his satellite phone and dialed Old Anka's number.
"Mr. Sherlock, what brings you here so late?"
It took about half a minute for the call to connect, and Old Anka's somewhat tired voice came through.
Being an official is busier than running a business; you could only say it's a bittersweet experience!
But Xia Yu's phone call in the middle of the night gave him a bad feeling.
“Mr. Anka, I have some bad news for you. The rebels attacked our camp tonight. Battalion Commander Anka was hit by a high-explosive grenade. Fortunately, the tents shielded him from most of the shrapnel damage. We have already taken him to the hospital.”
Old Anka became fully awake halfway through Xia Yu's story.
He only has one son, so he absolutely cannot have anything happen to him!
“I prepared a lot of blood plasma in advance, but I didn’t know Battalion Commander Anka’s blood type.”
Xia Yu asked about Xiao Anka's blood type.
Type O blood is only theoretically a universal donor, because factors such as the compatibility of Rh factor with other specific antigens must be considered. Therefore, clinical blood transfusions are always type O transfusions.
"It's blood type B!"
Great, this saves us the blood type identification process, but we still need to do crossmatching.
"Let's talk again later!"
After hanging up the phone, Xia Yu quickly caught up with the others.
"Doctor, quick! Battalion Commander Anka needs surgery, he..."
Hans struggled to step out from among the refugees sleeping on both sides of the aisle with their legs stretched across the middle of the road, and called out to a female doctor on night duty in front of him.
He had only spoken halfway when he suddenly realized that the person in front of him looked so familiar!
"Doctor, his blood type is B, what are you standing there for?"
Xia Yu, who arrived shortly after, picked up the conversation.
There are so many patients in this hospital. But why did Hans suddenly stop? And why is the female doctor's gaze a little evasive?
Before he could think any further, the guy reached out and ripped off the female doctor's mask.
"Liv? What are you doing here?"
Hans's eyes were filled with disbelief; he shouldn't have seen her here!
"The injured person needs surgery, please carry him to the operating room quickly."
The doctor named Liv avoided Hans's question, took out another mask, put it on, and quickly walked ahead to lead the way for everyone.
At this moment, only Domi was confused about what was going on, because he had face blindness when looking at white people.
Xia Yu and Sergei, who was carrying the other stretcher, both seemed to be deep in thought.
The contours of Hans's eyes and nose can be seen in the face of this female doctor.
Considering her age, could she be Hans's sister?
The two exchanged a glance, as if they had discovered a big secret.
But wait a minute, shouldn't Hans's sister be called Hannah?
Is this how only Chinese people would name their children? Chinese people name their children based on transliteration, but that's not how other people name their children.
Speaking of which, Liv is a nice name, and is Hans living in the past?
The last family photo of the four of them is certainly the most precious memory, but the little girl in it who didn't have a front tooth has grown into a young woman.
Xia Yu looked as tall as him; foreigners have big frames, no wonder they're all good at having children.
The group remained silent on the way and soon arrived at the operating room of the field hospital set up against the building, where another doctor and several nurses were on high alert.
They had all heard the commotion, so those who weren't on duty got out of bed to prepare to treat the wounded.
For various reasons, Anka arrived the fastest, and both operating tables in the operating room were empty at the moment.
Xia Yu and his group sent the people in, left blood samples, and were kicked out before they could say much more.
Liv quickly disinfected herself, put on a sterile gown, and stayed inside, which made Hans give up on saying something.
"Mongoose, I never expected your sister to be studying medicine."
Xia Yu patted Hans on the shoulder and said.
No wonder this guy said his sister has good grades and is the pride of their family.
It is certainly something to be proud of for an ordinary family to produce an intellectual like a doctor or teacher.
In any case, someone like Xia Yu, who serves as a negative example, wouldn't be allowed to sit in the head seat at a banquet in the countryside.
"But she hasn't even graduated yet, so how did she end up in Afica?"
Hans muttered to himself, seemingly unable to understand the problem.
Xia Yu sensed something was wrong. How could someone who hadn't graduated be allowed to have surgery? Wouldn't something happen to Xiao Anka?
That's unlikely. There's another doctor in the operating room; the other person should be the one performing the surgery.
"She's probably an intern. Although Doctors Without Borders doesn't recruit interns, she speaks French, has good grades, and if they're short-staffed, she could come even if it's against the rules."
The undergraduate medical program in [country name] is 3 years of basic medical science plus 3 years of clinical medicine, which is one year longer than in China, but still better than the old-fashioned program where you can only apply to medical school after completing a master's degree. Xia Yu guessed this because Hans said that Liv is in her 6th year of medical school.
This is very close to the truth.
Rules are rules, but people are flexible; if someone wants to come, they can definitely come.
"Even so, she shouldn't have come here."
Hans spoke as an older brother.
However, Xia Yu felt that the brother and sister were about the same, since he himself was also in Afica.
Moreover, no matter what, fighting under a hail of bullets is far more dangerous than treating and saving lives.
Hans kept all this from his family, so it's no wonder his sister kept it from him.
“She shouldn’t have come to Afica. She should have stayed in Munihei and become a respected doctor.”
Hans continued muttering.
"You can be respected here, but there is definitely some danger."
Xia Yu stated objectively.
Munihei doesn't have that many patients in need of treatment. The primary goal is to heal the sick and save lives. As a profession that requires a lot of practice, doctors can get ample training in third-world countries.
Performing five surgeries a week is different from performing five surgeries a day. This is the reward for hard work and dedication. I look tired, but I've become stronger.
"Following the blue helmets provides a certain level of safety."
Thinking of the stability maintenance team next to them, Xia Yu comforted Hans.
The rule is not to fire the first shot, but with permission to fire, they can show the rebels and local armed groups what a regular army is.
Hans, who has served on peacekeeping missions, should understand this better than Xia Yu.
"Boss, can I have your gun? I'll deduct it from my salary."
Hans suddenly brought up guns.
He was referring to Xia Yu's modified pistol.
"What are you saying? Don't be so formal. Your sister is my sister. Consider this a gift for our first meeting!"
As Xia Yu spoke, he bent down and rolled up the left leg of his trousers.
He had a Glock 43 strapped to his calf, a weapon he never took off even while sleeping.
Among all the Glock square-head models, it and the .42 are the smallest, both only able to hold 6 bullets.
For extreme self-defense after running out of ammunition in a short-range rifle or main pistol, six bullets are enough. Revolvers usually only have six bullets as well, enough to kill the enemy or even commit suicide.
Of course, this applies only to PMC contractors.
Ordinary people use the Glock 43 for everyday self-defense and generally don't empty the magazine.
Xia Yu's gun features a modified silver-white slide, a stiffer trigger group, and a more accurate third-party barrel.
With this combination, you can shoot within 20 meters with a very good hit rate, and it's also quite friendly to people who don't use guns much.
Xia Yu took the gun, along with its holster and a spare magazine, and placed it in Hans's hand.
He usually buys several of the same model of gun, so he doesn't feel bad if he loses one. He can easily give one away without worrying about self-defense.
If Hans insists on paying him, then he's really disrespecting his boss!
"Thank you, boss. This girl is better at shooting than me. When we were kids, she used my dad's .22 to hunt rabbits, and she could kill them with one shot."
Stroking the gun barrel, Hans said nostalgically.
Hunting and gun ownership are permitted in most European countries. As children, Hans and his sister often followed their father and wreaked hare hares, but these happy times came to an abrupt end one day.
"Heaven can't favor one person too much; your talent is all in artillery."
Xia Yu is quite good at comforting people.
Hans felt much better after hearing this.
Just then, the sound of a truck's diesel engine could be heard outside the hospital.
"Calling the boss, this is Mole. Everything is normal at the camp. My trainees have brought the wounded over."
Kuhn called out over the radio.
It was the right decision to entrust the task of guarding the camp to him. Half of the Anka Mechanized Infantry Battalion were Kuhn's students, and with the military commander injured, he, as a former instructor, could keep things in order.
"receive!"
We can take stock of the losses tomorrow; the most important thing now is to save lives.
Without an armored medical vehicle, Xia Yu cannot become a battlefield medic, but he still knows basic wound care and battlefield first aid.
"Honey Badger, go and get the medical kit from the helicopter."
"yes!"
The Mi-24V has two medical kits: one in the cockpit for crew medical care, and the other in the transport compartment for a standard six-person medical team.
Apart from Andrei's sprained ankle, there were no other casualties at Jihuo Defense. Xia Yu prepared these medical supplies for friendly forces in need to use first!
Hans and Sergei, who had served longer, did a better job, and even the weakest, Domi, followed suit. The four men, busy treating the wounded, did not notice that the operating room door had opened.
Liv, who was walking out, happened to see this scene.
Her brother, whom she hadn't seen for many years, was still the same. In the few times they had contacted each other, she learned that he had changed jobs and come from Kynea. But shouldn't he be in Khunluga? How did he end up on the border?
Yes, her brother took off his military uniform and became a PMC employee, so naturally he would appear wherever there was war.
Liv was prepared to meet her brother when she was sent to [the country], but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Quickly, bring in the two most seriously injured!"
The operating room nurse shouted to everyone.
Xia Yu and the others then realized that Xiao Anka's surgery was over.
The four men each carried two soldiers whose legs were about to be amputated, quickly entered the operating room, and then, as instructed by the surgeon, carried little Anka to the open space outside.
That's how medical care works in a battlefield environment. He's already incredibly lucky to be able to have surgery before these soldiers and to have an abundance of blood plasma.
Xia Yu took out his satellite phone and dialed Old Anka's number again.
"Mr. Sherlock, how is Anka?"
Old Anka asked, his voice trembling.
“Great, he has completed the surgery and all the shrapnel has been removed. He just needs to rest for a while, but I suggest we hold out until we finish off the rebels before retreating to Busa to recuperate.”
Xia Yu said with a hidden meaning.
"Mr. Sherlock, you mean..."
An experienced person would understand immediately.
"Yes, despite being seriously wounded, Battalion Commander Anka led his troops to victory against the rebels."
Following this script, Old Anka's breathing became rapid.
Little Anka will once again become a hero of the country. As long as he goes abroad to study for two years and make up for the deficiencies in his resume, he can be directly transferred to the position of deputy brigade commander upon returning to China.
Getting injured is usually an extremely unlucky thing, but now that you've been given a second chance at life, you should maximize your gains.
Although Xia Yu was just a businessman, he still needed to understand politics to some extent when he was out in the world.
He doesn't need to gain any direct benefit from it. Strengthening his friendship with the Anka family on the basis of what he has already gained will ensure the absolute stability of the concentrated fire defense in Afica's rear for more than a decade.
This is an intangible asset. After all, the regimes of the surrounding countries are like a wheel of fortune, and this year it's my turn.
They might change people at any time, so all that cooperation and development is fake; the next administration won't recognize it.
One reason why Jihuo Defense has not started its mining business is that Xia Yu needs to accumulate more leverage.
"I'll go find Meng Qiao right now, and keep in touch!"
Old Anka is a decisive person; he hung up the phone without even saying thank you.
Xia Yu on the other end just smiled and shook his head, not taking it to heart, because the other party was treating him as one of their own.
Human intelligence transcends skin color and race; this applies to white people as well as black people.
And they are all Xia Yu's best partners.
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