“Mr. Sherlock, you are the best PMC contractor I have ever seen.”
Seeing that the crisis was over, Antonio quickly came over to flatter him.
However, he was truly impressed. The pirate gang, consisting of three ships and more than twenty people, was fully equipped with long guns and short cannons. If it were the armed security guards he had hired in the past, they could at most scare the people away with gunfire, but not a single ship would be left standing.
However, this Asian cargo owner was clearly prepared. Before departure, he made all of them sign a confidentiality agreement, forbidding them from talking about what happened on the ship or taking photos with him.
Antonio thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill, not realizing that the other side already had a contingency plan to wipe out the pirates.
"You flatter me. They were just some low-level pirates. But how about we just pretend this never happened?"
Xia Yu waved his hand dismissively, then mentioned that the matter needed to be kept secret.
"I will communicate with all the crew members before we arrive at the port."
Antonio assured him.
This ruthless person is someone you absolutely cannot afford to offend; it's really not easy to find people who go missing on the high seas.
Actually, Antonio was overthinking things. Xia Yu is such a refined and easy-going person; as long as he's willing to cooperate, he'll have plenty of bonuses.
And so, the West African Star set sail again.
As they drove past the hulls of the three speedboats that were still burning, none of the crew members, filled with awe, dared to record a video. Filming it would only give them something to brag about, but the consequences could be severe.
This ship has already made a lot of extra money, so it's best not to cause any more trouble.
"Bang~ Bang~~"
The next morning, rhythmic gunfire rang out again in Xia Yu, but no foolish pirates dared to cause trouble again.
Perhaps like lions on the grasslands, pirates also divide their territory. This area of the sea has become a vacuum due to the failed attack, and a new team is in urgent need of filling it.
It doesn't matter, Xia Yu will take action.
In the blink of an eye, another four or five days have passed. Xia Yu's close-range sniping skills have improved day by day, and the Port of Black Pointe-de-Kongluga is now within reach.
It was really tough. Escorting a ship was like being in prison. I can't even imagine how harsh the conditions must have been for ocean voyages in the Middle Ages.
Fortunately, this trip is over. As the West African Star sounded its horn and entered the port, Xia Yu's tense nerves finally relaxed.
He always felt very constrained in Europe, but the atmosphere in Konluga was much more relaxed. Of course, this did not apply to the local people, who had just been liberated from the shadow of the rebels.
Because they arrived at the port late at night, Old Anka, along with his son and men, emptied the port.
To prevent Panaka from finding out the details, both sides had to keep the arms deal secret. Learning from past mistakes, Old Anka only trusted the newly selected mechanized infantry battalion members, leaving those who couldn't keep their mouths shut in the old infantry battalion.
This time, those who came to the port were all trainees and elite infantry squads.
They had no contact with Busa's side. Osa had also taken the initiative to cooperate with Panaka, and the other side had not infiltrated Konluga's side, so it was possible that they kept it a secret until the counterattack.
After dropping the mooring rope, the crew looked down at the dock and their hearts sank again.
The black men couldn't see clearly at night, but the AKs in their hands gleamed coldly, and they all stood ramrod straight, giving them the look of a regular army.
Actually, in Xia Yu's eyes, it was only at the level of military training in China, but in the Afica region, it was quite good.
The city of Konluga, with a population of one million, has only three high schools, and the number of students graduating each year is limited. Old Anka has now taken away half a class.
"Mr. Sherlock, you've had a long journey."
When Xia Yu was the first to disembark, Old Anka was the first to step forward and shake hands with him.
"We have fulfilled our mission. The first batch of goods is in the hold. Let's have someone unload the goods from the upper hold into my warehouse first."
“Of course, Anka, you arrange the car. Let me introduce you to Instructor Kuhn. He was an ace tank commander in the 41st Armored Grenadier Brigade of the former Federal Defense Forces. However, his mother is from Germany, so he speaks French very well.”
While sending his son to do odd jobs, Old Anka introduced Xia Yu to the instructor he had hired at a high salary.
The two, meeting for the first time, exchanged a glance, bowed to each other without prior arrangement, and then clasped hands together.
Although people in China might laugh at him for being a "Federal fat nerd," this guy in front of me, who's over forty and doesn't have a belly at all, looks very sharp.
“Mr. Sherlock, Mr. Anka has told me about you. Your strength is admirable. I may not be as good as you in combat, but I am quite confident in my teaching skills.”
Kuhn is a veteran sergeant who has served for many years, so he has the right to say that.
However, as he himself said, he had never actually fought in a real battle from enlistment to retirement, and he was also very doubtful about his own combat capabilities.
"I believe this, and I sincerely hope that Instructor Kuhn can train an elite mechanized infantry battalion to bring peace to the people of Germany as soon as possible."
Like a sedan chair carried by many, Kuhn and Old Anka were both delighted by Xia Yu's words, and the three of them began to chat.
"How about this, it's not very convenient at the dock. After the truck is unloaded, we can transport it directly to my warehouse and deliver it there."
Seeing that all the cargo in the upper cargo hold had been unloaded, Xia Yu told the two to go to the warehouse first.
This warehouse was rented specifically before he left for Europe to store the civilian supplies he purchased along with the goods, as well as the second batch of vehicles that were not yet ready. Any extra vehicle bodies would also be stored here.
"That's it, 3 Marder A3s and 6 BTR-80s."
Although they were all covered with canvas, the tanks with turrets after being prepared were more intimidating.
Xia Yu gestured, and Old Anka stepped forward and forcefully lifted it up.
"Splash~~"
The Weasel A3 tank, repainted in rainforest camouflage, doesn't look like it's in 80% new condition at all; it's in better shape than those A5 tanks that have been used like old oxen.
"This is fresh off the factory. I remember those old guys that were stored away were in terrible condition. This maintenance plant has pretty good workmanship."
Kuhn knows his stuff; anything from the system is bound to be top-notch. Even if it's only refurbished to 80% new, it'll still look amazing.
“Pannaka is a rainforest after all, and we took that into account, so we didn’t use the original paint scheme.”
Xia Yu stepped forward and introduced them.
At that moment, he resembled an arms dealer in a movie—professional and confident, even if it was just a part-time job.
"We've done a full maintenance on the engine, transmission, and suspension, and replaced the battery and tracks with new ones."
Xia Yu kicked the track and then opened the car door from the back.
"1250 rounds of 20mm shells and 5000 rounds of 7.62mm bullets are all in the vehicle. Please be careful when driving back."
Using the same base number, the Marder's 20-gun rounds have 750 more rounds than the BMP-2's 30-gun rounds.
Against pure infantry and light armor, ammunition endurance is more important than caliber. The BMP-2 machine gun, which provides sustained firepower, has 3,000 fewer rounds of ammunition, and in the dense rainforest, it may not be able to replenish them at any time.
“I will keep an eye on them; I addressed this issue during the first lesson.”
Kuhn said there was no need to worry, as these were subjects he emphasized and practiced repeatedly, and beginners were absolutely not allowed to operate the fire control system while on the move.
"Then let the young men try out the car. No matter how much you learn from textbooks, nothing beats the profound understanding gained from driving it yourself."
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