It's no wonder that since Operation Barkhane began, the United States has spent billions of euros annually on counter-terrorism in the Sahel region, and each time they manage to spend it all. War is indeed expensive, but in order to maintain influence, they have no choice but to spend money.
In the past, they could still train troops, but year after year, the ground troops haven't had their turn yet, but the pilots of fighter jets, helicopters, transport planes, and tankers have basically all been rotated.
This operation is likely to continue for several more years; will it be repeated again?
No, let's outsource it if we can!
I used to think that the Mirage-2000D was more economical to operate than the Rafale, but later I found that it was better to use a second-generation aircraft, since they were both ground attack aircraft anyway.
However, most of their Phantom F1s have been retired in recent years, with some sold secondhand to PMC for operation. The Blackfoot Alliance, which was a step behind, is also actively communicating and introducing a plan to replace the aging Phantom III.
As for what you said about the Phantom-2000c
Only white top hats are in demand, and purchasing and refurbishing them would cost a fortune. The operating cost of nearly 30,000 euros per hour is even more unbearable. Anyone who buys one would be a sucker.
In the military contractor circle, second-generation aircraft are the mainstream. Even if third-generation aircraft are used in combat, it is mostly for pilots to be sent to fight hand-to-hand with the client's aircraft.
The Su-27s of Ayseobia fought against the MiG-29s of Eritrea back then, and Jihuo Defense has not operated a single third-generation fighter jet to the outside world to this day.
It's just too expensive; very few clients can afford it.
The Sea Harrier, whose operating costs are higher than the F-16 and comparable to the F-15, is used for extreme self-defense.
After defeating the White Hat, it became difficult to fly 50 hours a year.
"The PMC company called Jihuo Defense has a strong sense of action."
An old man with three stars on his shoulder (Major General) spoke up.
“With reports going up through all levels, even if we used Super Jaguars for delivery, our ground troops couldn’t possibly reach the scene so quickly to prepare for battle.”
"According to our usual practice, the Mirage-2000D should be deployed first, but there was just a terrorist attack, and those locals are not afraid of death. In this situation, we cannot carry out an air strike."
The speaker was a middle-aged air force officer of the same rank. He couldn't understand how those people could still be in the mood for business. Shouldn't they stay at home or go on a long trip to avoid trouble?
Life has to go on, but I guess I'm just clinging to a sliver of hope!
Some villages have already been "sacrificed," so this place will be safe for a short time. I haven't heard on the news that high-ranking officials from the capital are coming!
Coincidentally, this high-ranking official was also a secondary target of theirs.
"The casualties this time are probably out of control. No matter how good the situation is, stray bullets will take away more than a dozen people."
Accidental injuries are unavoidable, but fortunately, the blame can be shifted to these extremists.
"Look, the first car is 2 kilometers away. The people of Masina are about to take action."
Just as someone gave a warning, the convoy of vehicles focused on the defense was on screen, and a flash of light appeared on the Marder S30 missile as a missile shot out of its launch tube.
"Distance 2797.8 meters, target locked, launch window favorable, attack or proceed?"
Kuhn called Xia Yu over the radio.
"attack!"
"call out!"
One 9m133f-1 thermobaric Kornet booster engine was ignited.
Once the missile body is launched from the launch tube, the canard rudders and trapezoidal tail fins, which were in a folded state, automatically unfold. While adjusting its flight attitude, the endurance engine ignites, and the missile flies away following the laser beam that was fired earlier.
It accelerated to a top speed of 240 m/s, covered a distance of less than 3 kilometers, and then plunged headfirst into the cab of that old, 18-year-old truck.
"boom"
Soaring flames rose amidst the smoke, followed by deafening explosions. Countless mangoes transformed into stray bullets, indiscriminately attacking in all directions.
This was placed outside the carriage, and the inside of the carriage was directly subjected to the most thorough high temperature and shock wave damage by a thermobaric warhead with the equivalent of 10 kg of TNT.
"call out"
Before anyone could react, Weasel S3, at the back of the convoy, also fired a 9m133f-1.
"boom"
The second truck that was hit was also engulfed in flames and smoke; the clean and swift attack wiped out all of the Masina Liberation Front's reserve forces.
"ah"
The soprano arrived late, reminding the civilians present to run quickly.
I don't care about the goods, I don't care about the vehicle, my life is the most important thing, at this point I should just run away.
The civilians scattered like headless flies, while Xie Fu, sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, was furious.
Damn it, they were ambushed.
Since the organization's inception, they've always been the ones ambushing others. So why have they gone from hunters to prey today?
And what about the agreement not to fire the first shot? These blue helmets are breaking their promise!
To this day, Xie Fu still hasn't been able to confirm the identity of his opponent. Xia Yu did say that he was a blue helmet, but he's a military contractor who doesn't care about martial ethics.
If you admit your mistake, don't blame yourself for getting beaten up; the real beating is yet to come!
Thermobaric weapons produce fewer fragments but generate more noise, eliminating enemy reserves quickly and also driving away civilians and clearing the battlefield.
"Quickly, get out of the car and take the hostages."
By this point, Xie Fu had also come to his senses from his anger, but the speed of the concentrated fire defense was even faster.
"Knock knock knock"
The Marder S30 main gun fired, launching several programmable airburst rounds. Hundreds of pre-formed tungsten balls exploded on the roofs of the two closest pickup trucks.
The guns clanged and clattered, piercing through the thin sheet metal and turning the militants, who hadn't even raised their guns yet, into sieves.
Armored pickup truck
With absolutely no defense, it could previously harass tanks by using its line of sight, but against infantry fighting vehicles, it was simply a sitting duck.
"call out"
An RPG was fired from a corner, targeting the Weasel K1, which was within 400 meters.
It's not the S30 or S3, it's this armored ambulance that doesn't have a cannon or machine gun and looks easy to bully.
Their ambush failed, and half of them were dead. So even if they died, they had to take a piece of the enemy's flesh.
"call out"
Another RPG shot landed. As elite RPG shooters who had destroyed more than 10 vehicles in the organization, the two could be said to have a perfect accuracy within 400 meters. This time was no exception, with two PG-7V armor-piercing rounds hitting the side of the Marder K1 one after another.
"Boom boom"
Two loud bangs made Liv in the cockpit feel as if the car had been punched twice by the Hulk.
Well, that's all.
The car sped out of the dust without slowing down much, continuing its assault with the convoy.
"This, how is this possible?"
The sharpshooter A, with excellent eyesight, saw that the side grille armor of the weasel K1 had been blasted open with two differently shaped gaps.
It can be identified that one PG-7V was stopped by the slat armor, but this thing is not omnipotent and only has a 60% interception rate, so the second one was probably lucky and was not blocked!
Yes, the slat armor didn't stop the second warhead, but the Clara lightweight reactive armor kit was no pushover either, absorbing all the damage.
"Da da da"
There was no time to program. The Weasel S30 coaxial machine gun at the forefront opened fire. Kohler fired a long burst, hitting the two stunned men in the waist. Unfortunately, they fell backward with their eyes still open.
That's what happens when you're uncultured; you die without even understanding why. But ultimately, the probability of an Afica triggering a counter-attack is too low. At least for the Chinese VBCI, there's currently no counter-attack kit.
Logically speaking, they could develop it, but they simply couldn't afford to equip it.
For this year's contract, Alynau purchased two hundred sets of Leclerc custom-made explosive reactive kits from Nobel Explosives (DND), the manufacturer of Clara lightweight explosive reactive kits.
A single set costs 500,000 euros, while the Masina Liberation Front's weapons and equipment, along with all its assets, don't even amount to 500,000 euros. How can they possibly fight with that?
The most advanced defenses are built with money, but that's just the standard setup for concentrated fire defenses.
"Lightweight explosive reaction weapons used by Chinese people"
In front of the large screen, an army brigadier general recognized the explosive reaction kit at a glance.
He had seen it on the other side's Weasel A5, but he didn't expect that Jihuo Defense's three vehicles all had this kit.
"And that, the Chinese people's active defense system, but it's not activated for fear of accidentally harming civilians."
The major general who spoke first used a laser pointer to mark the protrusions on the four corners of the Weasel S30.
"The second characteristic is that they are truly willing to invest!"
"It's probably because of the small scale. One T-64B1M is paired with three Weasel tanks. Even if each tank costs seven or eight million, it would only be around thirty million."
“We can’t do that; Congress won’t approve this part of the budget.”
Instead of adding more than a million euros to the cost of each car, it would be better to save money by having three cars to make up for the cost of a new car, thus creating a quantity advantage rather than a single-car advantage.
"Hiring them is the same; 50,000 euros for one extremist, they could earn over 3 million euros this time."
As one of the five great philanthropists, under the anti-terrorism framework led by the United States, the price of "heads" is not cheap, at least much more expensive than that of the rebels.
That's true. The total cost of a single patrolman's daily package in the war zone is more expensive than taking down a single rebel target. You can imagine how valuable extremists can be.
However, the French don't do unprofitable business. Let them do it themselves; the cost of eliminating a single target will fluctuate between 80,000 and 100,000 euros.
So they definitely make a profit of 50,000 euros, but don't expect your fellow countrymen to lend you their lives; the Foreign Security Service will be responsible for verifying the identities of these targets.
Despite such a high unit price, the counter-terrorism business is actually not bad, considering that Jihuo Defense has only been deployed for a week.
They can earn over 3 million euros, and this month they'll definitely break 10 million.
"Knock knock knock"
"boom"
Xia Yu aimed at the fuel tank and fired a burst of high explosives, sending the last intact pickup truck into the air. From then on, the battle entered garbage time.
"Bang bang"
The tail hatches of the Weasel S3 and S30 opened, and two digital teams got out to clean up the battlefield.
Dundu also got out of the car with his gun, but he seemed a little dazed.
Today's battle seems different from what's in the news.
His revenge was achieved so easily.
"Dundu, come here quickly, is this the person?"
Hilge called out from a short distance away, and the young man immediately rushed over.
Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. Xie Fu collapsed to the ground, his collarbone broken by a 7.62mm machine gun bullet.
"That's him. He's Masina's person in charge here."
Although he really wanted to shoot this guy, only Xia Yu could decide his life or death here. Dun Du gripped his AK-105 tightly and suppressed his murderous intent.
When Xie Fu was brought in front of Xia Yu, he glanced at Dun Du with surprise.
I never expected that this kid could actually pass his test.
The gun was a gift for Dundu, but Xia Yu mainly wanted to see if the other party could control his emotions.
A good warrior will not let hatred cloud his judgment, but will instead turn hatred into motivation.
Compared to a ruthless hunter like Domi, Dundu is a person with a clear mind and whose rationality outweighs his emotions.
That's what makes someone talented, right?
This is indeed the case among Black people. A large portion of them are similar to their North American compatriots in that they are emotionally unstable and will do the opposite of what the police say, and then their magazines will be emptied.
However, as long as the pool is large enough, it is still possible to select some talented individuals.
“You’ve become so extreme that even if you’re tortured, you probably won’t answer any of my questions. So I won’t bother. Dundu, I’m leaving him to you.”
Since he had passed his test, he would grant the other's wish.
Nikolai and Alexander threw Shevchenko to the ground, while Sergei helped Dundu unlock the safety of his gun and cock it.
"Da da da da"
Pull the trigger all the way down, and 30 bullets are emptied in seconds. Xie Fu is left with only his head intact, while his limbs and torso are riddled with bullet holes.
"Can you tell me why you didn't slap him in the face?"
Xia Yu inquired.
"Sir, I'm afraid you'll need to use it to get by, and it'll be hard to recognize if it's broken."
Dundu's hands trembled slightly; he was excited.
"Have you been to school? What do you want to do in the future?"
Xia Yu continued to ask.
"I'm in the second year of junior high this year. Dad said I must study, but my brothers and the others can't concentrate. As for the future, sir, I want to follow you. I don't want to go to my sister's house."
Being able to study is good; at least it's better than being a pillar.
"Would you like to be my son?"
Xia Yu asked directly.
Liv was taken aback by his words, but she quickly remembered that Colon was also Xia Yu's godson; it seemed that Chinese people really liked having godfathers.
Godfather is a Western term. Chinese people mainly prefer to be godfathers. This trait gradually emerges during university and then disappears after entering society. Only a small number of people with an overbearing personality can maintain it.
Xia Yu belongs to this small group, and if you want to run a business well in Afica, you have to learn to manage Afica people using Afica people.
It's good to nurture someone from a young age and provide personal guidance, but it can be slow. To this day, he only has one godson, Zhuzi.
Now that I've finally found someone suitable, I certainly can't let them go.
Dundu was about the same age as Zhu Zi, but conditions in Kinabalu were harsh. Even the village chief's son didn't have meat to eat every day, so he was a head shorter than Zhu Zi and much thinner.
But as long as the nutrition is adequate, it can be replenished quickly.
"Yes, I'm willing, sir!"
Having avenged his great grudge, Dun Du sees Xia Yu as his living parents, not to mention that he wants to adopt him.
"Hmm, still calling me 'commander'?"
"That's Papa!"
"Good lad, you're now a member of the concentrated fire defense team. When we get back to Guo, I'll introduce you to my brothers."
Xia Yu ruffled Dun Du's hair and said with a smile.
Who says there are only three great joys in life? Isn't it just as joyful to adopt a godson?
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