The departure day came quickly. Kuhn arrived at Bogo Village by car, without making Xia Yu go back to the camp again.
"I knew it! You definitely had something good here. This must be a modern, upgraded version of the T-64!"
Kuhn, the weasel in the parking lot, didn't even look at anything else and came over directly to this side.
"That's right. We relied on it to fight the Osa mechanized infantry battalion. We could take down all those armored vehicles and personnel carriers with a single shot."
Since the car was definitely going to Panaka together, Xia Yu didn't hide it from Kuhn.
"She's really beautiful. My father used to fly a T-72. Back then, the people of Sulian were adamant about not exporting a T-64."
Kuhn took out his phone and found a photo of his father with a tank from years ago.
In the photo, a younger version of Kuhn is wearing a tank helmet, leaning against a T-72 with a shy smile.
So you're a veteran from Dongguan, probably one of the last. My apologies for not recognizing you.
"Later on, they sold everything. Half of Afica's military equipment was Soviet-made. It was cheap and easy to use, who wouldn't like that!"
The son sells his grandfather's land without a care in the world; tanks, armored vehicles, and helicopters are being sold off at a tearful clearance sale, with more freebies for the larger purchase.
Xia Yu was just not born in that era. Otherwise, doing arms business back then would have been more promising than military contracting. Can you believe you could trade canned goods for airplanes?
Kuhn nodded in agreement, saying that their domestic products were too expensive, so few countries equipped themselves with them, and even fewer used them in actual combat.
He came here not only because of the high training fees, but also to see if weasels could actually fight.
"Although Hans drives a Leopard 2, this 125mm tank gun is no challenge for him."
Kuhn had faith in his friend, but Xia Yu said he would have to see for himself to know.
"Let's set off then, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back."
After locking the gates of the parking lot, the Mi-24V on the tarmac had finished warming up.
The group consisted of Xia Yu, Kuhn, and Domi, each carrying only a backpack.
The main weapons were on the helicopter; the only weapons they carried were pistols, since this trip was abroad.
The straight-line distance between Guinea and Gineia is more than 3,000 kilometers, and you need to stop for refueling at least twice along the way.
Passenger planes might be faster, but to get to the mine where the other party is located, it would take at least another ten hours by car.
In Afica, once you leave the most modernized capital city, helicopters, which ignore terrain and roads, are the best option for getting around.
Xia Yu is equipped with Mi-24V aircraft, prioritizing transportation over combat.
In addition, it serves as a facade for business negotiations.
Domestic contractors showcase their strength by driving luxury cars, but when negotiating PMC contracts in Afica, the Mi-24 is more effective than luxury cars.
As the helicopter takes off, the landing gear on its belly automatically retracts.
The simplest way to distinguish between the Mi-24 used domestically and the Mi-35 exported from Mi-24 is to check whether the landing gear can be retracted or extended. The Mi-35 cannot retract its landing gear and has one more tail rotor blade.
Xia Yu still prefers the feeling of being able to control the situation freely, and it would be even better if there was a large central control screen.
Flying along the coastline, we soon entered the territorial waters of neighboring country Kapong, and then plunged into the vast ocean.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and crossing the Gulf of Gineya can save a lot of travel distance.
If you run out of fuel, there's São Tomé Island along the way where you can refuel. The island scenery is quite nice, far from the Afica mainland. It's just that aviation kerosene is a bit expensive. It cost 3,000 dollars to fill up.
That's how island nations are; they have to rely on imports for everything, not to mention the frequent pirate attacks in the Gulf of Gineya, which further increases maritime transport costs.
"Domi, are you ready?"
After taking off again, Xia Yu contacted Domi in the rear cabin via radio.
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's begin!"
Xia Yu lowered the flight altitude, while Kuhn watched helplessly as Domi opened the hatch and threw down an orange bag.
"Bang!"
The bag bursts open and inflates upon contact with water, quickly transforming into a non-powered life raft.
This is a good find that Xia Yu picked up from an old yacht. Since it had exceeded its service life by seven or eight years, it was perfect for him to reuse as a target boat.
Sweating more in peacetime means bleeding less in wartime; this trip is also a good opportunity for training.
Domi swiftly opened the storage box in the corner of the cabin, set up the gun mount and secured it with bolts, and the same heavy machine gun as the T-64 extended out of the cabin, transforming into a god of overhead fire.
"Preparations for firing complete!"
Domi, having fastened the safety hook and chambered a bullet, reported over the radio.
"shooting!"
Xia Yu piloted his plane in a half-circle to the side of the target ship.
"Thump~ thump~ thump~~"
The first burst of bullets hit the right side of the target, sending up plumes of water.
Domi quickly corrected the trajectory and unleashed the remaining bullets onto the target ship.
"This is insane."
Kuhn couldn't even hear himself saying what he was saying.
Who would have thought that a harmless wildlife protection helicopter could unleash such firepower?
No, this is just the most basic self-defense firepower; the real ground attack kits haven't even been installed and are not yet operational!
After firing two 50-round belts, the poor target boat was sunk by concentrated fire. Xia Yu nodded in satisfaction; Domi's marksmanship was as sharp as ever.
In peacetime, he is a service soldier; in wartime, he is the co-pilot when in a vehicle and the marksman when out of a vehicle. Apart from being a little "airsick," he is impeccable.
Xia Yu flew as smoothly as possible, while Domi closed the cabin door and began maintaining the weapons. Kuhn also came over to help.
He never expected that not only was Xia Yu capable, but his unassuming little black employee was also a skilled one.
No wonder such a small team could defeat a regular battalion. Coupled with Hans's superb artillery skills, they could probably get contracts at the brigade level.
Of course, it is an outdated, downsized brigade of Afika that even regular national groups cannot compare to.
You have to pick the softest persimmons and ask for the highest price.
Although Xia Yu was new to the PMC industry, he had a natural talent for navigating the industry's survival philosophy.
They continued flying without stopping, and before their fuel gauge was completely empty, the three of them finally arrived in Gana, just as it was getting dark.
After refueling and resting for the night, they arrived at the Qiqi bauxite mine in eastern Gineya before noon the next day.
Without any special effects, flying for more than ten hours was not a problem for the young Domi, as well as for Xia Yu and Kuhn, who had served in the armored forces.
Hans' situation is not so good. A couple of days ago, he received an email from Kuhn saying that he was coming to see him. He said he would take time off work to drive to the airport to pick him up, but Kuhn said that was not necessary and only wanted the GPS coordinates from the mine.
Having coordinates isn't enough; many roads are impassable, and without a guide, vehicles simply can't get in.
He received no response to the reminder email, and then he waited for the Mi-24 helicopter belonging to the Wildlife Conservation Society.
This is so cool!
On the mine, people either hunt wild boars during their holidays or roast pork and make sausages during their workdays.
It had been a long time since militants had visited their mine, and life had gradually become boring.
So, is the sergeant going to take him flying with him?
No, someone else took him flying.
"Hans, would you like to change jobs? This Mr. Sherlock urgently needs a senior gunner, and I recommended you to him."
Kuhn introduced Hans to the man who had jumped out of the cockpit of the Mi-24.
He had an East Asian appearance, sharp and confident eyes, and looked at him with an inquisitive gaze, showing no fear whatsoever.
Subconsciously, I told myself that this was a powerful man, and that he needed the best gunner.
"Hello, Mr. Sherlock."
Hans extended his hands and shook hands with Xia Yu's right hand.
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