After replacing the M240 (FNMagn) general-purpose engine, the weight of the remote weapon station was reduced from 200 kg to 140 kg, which was just right for installation on the Tiger armored vehicle.
There's no way around it, Xia Yu just loves this eclectic style.
The first batch of remote-controlled weapon stations, identical to the VT-4, provided by his hometown consisted of only two units. Because they were released later and used newer technology, their combat capabilities were definitely superior to the stockpiled stock that Yi Selie had already discontinued. He found them to be quite good.
At first, I didn't think anything of it, but later I realized that I hadn't ordered enough stock.
They could only remove the previously captured spoils from the roof, revealing a thrifty and hardworking household.
By shooting from inside the car, Old Ke and his men at least didn't have to worry about being unlucky enough to be taken out by a stray bullet.
As for the Tiger's defenses not being able to withstand an RPG, there's still a Deer-Tiger in the sky!
"beep"
Pressing the red firing button, the four-barrel Gatling gun continued firing, and Xia Yu blasted an RPG shooter who was trying to ambush the Tiger into a bloody mess.
This is the maximum power of a 12.7mm caliber.
Hitting the limbs will cause parts to fall off randomly, but if you only hit the torso, it's hard to achieve the same effect as a 14.5mm or 20mm caliber shot.
However, when fighting these armed groups, you still need a "small caliber" machine gun, which can tear apart pickup trucks and people at the same time. Switching to the twin-barreled autocannon of the later Mi-2000 Hind would be a waste, not to mention that it's not very effective.
With attacks coming from both above and below, the battle finally ended when Xia Yu had only about a hundred bullets left.
This is what the open-pit gold mine map looks like. There are no interconnected mine tunnels where you can fight and retreat at the same time. Every move these people make can be clearly seen from the sky.
In addition, with few buildings and no cover, the sweep was easy and pleasant.
Next, it's harvest time.
Xia Yu maneuvered his Mi-24V to land on the open ground in front of the mine, grabbed his AK-105, turned off the engine, and got off the plane.
Old Ke and his three friends, plus his boss and Paul, made a total of six people. Everyone had to help clean up the battlefield.
"Bang"
Seeing that there were still some fish that had slipped through the net, 05 swiftly fired a finishing shot.
Playing dead on the ground is a staple of battlefields in every era. Let's not talk about ancient times, which are too far away. But during World War I and World War II, every soldier had a bayonet.
Stabbing someone while cleaning up the battlefield isn't much trouble, and now that bullets are cheap, it's even easier to finish them off with a shot.
Of course, those parts that are missing too many don't need to be replaced.
It's terrifying that it could come back to life; it's practically a supernatural event.
"Boss, their slaves are all locked up in those shacks over there."
After driving around the mine, Old Ke pointed to a cluster of shacks not far away and said.
The quality was even worse than the cowsheds in Xia Yu's hometown in the 1980s and 90s. A few wooden stakes were tied together with hemp rope, and people could live in them by covering three sides and the top with canvas.
It was very clear from the air with a thermal imager that at least three to five hundred people were crammed into those few shacks.
Some of them work in mining, while others operate machinery, wash and screen ore to process gold ore into gold dust with higher purity.
Yes, they dug and then refined the materials; the shack to Xia Yu's left was their work area.
To speed up the alchemy process, Farea even invested in new, high-powered diesel generators, replacing the legacy of the previous mine owner.
"Go find a few foremen in charge of alchemy, and then find seven or eight strong and healthy slave laborers."
Xia Yu made arrangements.
"Yes, boss!"
Old K went about his business, while Paul on the other side carried a large number of biodegradable body bags over from the Mi-24V's transport compartment.
"Put them all in bags, $10 each, understand?"
With readily available manpower, Xia Yu figured he might as well make use of it. However, none of these people spoke French very well, so they could only speak slowly and use a combination of gestures.
Having understood his meaning, the slave laborers nodded vigorously.
It would be foolish not to make money when you can. You're already being forced to work here, and you don't get paid a penny. You also have to worry about losing your life all the time.
Now that these foreigners have killed the Phor people's national salvation militia and liberated them, they can earn some extra money, which would be perfect.
But those $10 weren't easy to earn. The militants who used to swagger and boss them around were lying on the ground, and when they tried to pick them up, they tore apart like tattered sacks.
As a PMC company that doesn't prioritize martial ethics but maintains extremely high moral standards, Firepower Defense will clean up all "construction debris" after the project is completed, provided conditions permit.
While showcasing the results to the client, it also helps prevent the spread of disease.
Of course, weapons and the like also need to be destroyed.
If you don't destroy these used AKs, how will you sell them as new ones?
Although the company's arms business was only a side job, Xia Yu discovered that a combination of heavy equipment and light weapons would sell better.
And the light weapons he sells the most often must include the MG3.
A $5000 gun with 200 rounds of ammunition is priced similarly to a brand-new PKM (around 1000 yuan), and is significantly cheaper than the M240 and M60.
If you want to use the same bullet caliber as the Marder infantry fighting vehicle, buying a batch of MG3s along with it is definitely the right thing to do.
However, in recent years, as a large number of Soviet-caliber light weapons have reached the end of their service life, Afica has also seen a number of NATO-caliber (7.62x51mm) "pkm" weapons.
Xia Yu also collected one, named CS/LM4, or CF06, a Type 80 general-purpose machine with a 7.62x51mm caliber.
If you're not looking to sell products or showcase your work, having your company's combat employees dressed up in CS/LM4 would be a great option, since it's much lighter.
But for the sake of business, let's use mg3 for now!
Additionally, if you have the opportunity, you could get a newly modified MG5 and use it as a blueprint to try modifying an MG3.
Despite its high price, it does contain some technological elements; many parts of the gun body are made of engineering plastics, and the internal parts also use a large amount of magnesium-aluminum alloy.
The system can only print the original mg3, but Xia Yu can manually intervene and select other materials.
However, without extensive testing at the weapons research institute, a simple and crude replacement could cause many problems with the gun.
With the mg5 sample, Xia Yu would know which parts could be replaced and which parts could not.
The seller shows an upgraded gun in the photos, but sells an original one. Isn't that a basic tactic of unscrupulous merchants?
Xia Yu turned his gaze away from the black man who was working and walked toward the technicians.
“Sir, we are not with the Por National Salvation Army; we are just ordinary workers.”
Compared to the slave laborers who only did manual labor, these skilled workers had better food, working conditions, and labor intensity. Therefore, they were afraid of being mistaken by Xia Yu for accomplices of those armed men, so they quickly explained themselves when they saw him coming over.
"I know you are innocent, but I have some questions I want to ask you."
Xia Yu reassured everyone not to be nervous, saying that while they were ruthless towards the enemy, they were still kind to civilians.
"Ask away, ask away. We will never hide anything we know."
One of the men, a Black man, quickly spoke up.
"How much does this gold mine produce each day? How often do the Por ethnic armed forces deliver the goods back?"
Xia Yu asked directly.
Those who knew all this, apart from the leaders of the armed militia stationed at the mine, were the skilled workers responsible for processing and production.
“The amount of gold dust produced varies from day to day, but it averages around 320 to 330 grams.”
Since the grade of ore is average, the output of ore can only be calculated on an average basis.
Based on this, with gold dust having a purity of around 80%, one piece of this "local specialty" could be produced in just four days.
Therefore, this gold mine is only half the size of the one in the border rainforest, but the number of people in this branch is less than 30% of the remnants of the rebels.
In addition to the income from the tax collection points on the land and river, Farea's life was clearly better than his cousin's.
Xia Yu quickly calculated in his mind and soon understood the income level of the branch.
Excluding expenses, Mao's annual income is probably around seven or eight million!
This is already quite good for Zhongfei. Those small gold mines using rudimentary methods only yield three to five grams of gold per day. Farea has achieved this level of production only after it has been mechanized and expanded with free slave labor.
The previous mine owner only produced about 100 grams per day, but after the change of management, the output more than tripled.
This also means that the concentrated fire defense will yield significant results. Even if it doesn't reach the level of annihilating Sasu, it will still be quite good, considering that the workload and intensity of the battle this time are not as high as last time.
There was no instructor team that time, but the company's two teams went out and fought many tough battles head-on.
This time, the experiment involving amphibious synthesis is a surprise attack. It may seem like it's going to drag on for a long time, but that's just to lull the enemy into a false sense of security. The real battle will take place in the next few hours tonight.
“The village delivers grain once a week, and they take the produce with them when they go back.”
Blackie then answered Xia Yu's second question.
The two hundred-plus people in Faria also had to set up checkpoints to collect taxes, so naturally they didn't have time to come over every day.
They come once a week, delivering not only food, but also diesel fuel and other consumables.
The tanker truck to Xia Yu's right was the one that Farea stole from the city of Giban.
No wonder Lao Mei wanted to support the Jiban oil tanker truck.
The car was stolen. Even if it could be transported by boat, waterways couldn't reach every corner of the city. Tanker trucks were needed to repackage and transport the oil.
"When were they last here?"
Xia Yu continued to ask.
"It was placed in that office five days ago."
Blackie pointed to the only building that had been constructed in the mine and said.
Alright, that's more than 3 pounds of gold dust in 5 days, worth tens of thousands of US dollars!
Xia Yu gestured to 05 and Paul with his eyes, and the two quickly went over and returned with a small safe.
It's called a safe, but it's really just a metal cabinet with a combination lock. It's so thick that it can't even stop a bullet of a larger caliber, so there's no need to mount a machine gun on it.
"Bang bang"
After switching to the chest-mounted magazine containing 7N39 armor-piercing rounds, Xia Yu loaded the gun and fired two shots, directly piercing the keyhole of the safe.
Inside, besides a few ledgers recording daily output, there was only a heavy cloth bag.
It was his favorite gold dust, but he preferred to purify it to four nines, in a square shape.
"Pallas's, you take this first, we'll divide it up when we get back."
Xia Yu only glanced at it before tossing the bag to Paul.
"Yes, boss!"
He had the gold dust, but he still coveted the diesel fuel.
He strolled over to the oil tanker, touched the tank, and emptied the oil out of it, faster than any oil thief.
4.38 tons
This amount of oil might not seem like much elsewhere, but this is the Philippines, one of the top 10 countries in the world for oil prices, even more expensive than in China.
This is the result of prolonged war, being a non-oil-producing country, and being entirely landlocked.
Anyway, these 4 tons are worth over ten thousand US dollars, so we can't waste them.
Climbing to the top of the tanker truck, Xia Yu could see the scene behind the truck in the dawn light.
That was the "slag" left after the gold ore was crushed and refined, which accumulated over time to form a small hill.
It contains gold, but it's tailings that can't be refined using traditional methods and machinery, and its grade is even higher than some gold mines in China that are worth mining.
Xia Yu couldn't tell whether God favored or hated these black guys.
Despite possessing such abundant mineral resources, they are still so poor.
"Calling the boss, this is Mongoose. We have completed the mopping-up operation against the headquarters of the Por National Salvation Army. A total of 327 enemy soldiers were killed, an entire armory was seized, and more than 2 million in cash was also captured."
Hans called Xia Yu on the radio.
The militants at headquarters died in a more orderly fashion, so the count could be done down to the individual, unlike at the branch where nearly a third of them were fed to the crocodiles.
"Did Kusyat buy the weapons with money? I thought he had 3 million!"
This figure doesn't match Xia Yu's estimate; the other party has clearly spent a considerable amount.
“That’s right. He’s stockpiled a battalion’s worth of light weapons and equipment. Sergei said they’re all top-of-the-line stuff from the Nyslav era, and they should be worth a million dollars in total.”
The gap has been filled; it seems Xia Yu needs to find an opportunity to sell this batch of goods.
The company later expanded its workforce for its own use, and the truckload seized from Sasu was enough, and the quality was equally excellent.
The best option is to sell the light weapons and equipment of this battalion to recoup costs. It would be better to sell them all together rather than selling them separately, one company at a time.
"Calling the boss, this is the Echidna. The branch has been cleared out. Only 183 bodies have been pieced together, but the amount of cash and gold dust is considerable. The light weapons and equipment that have been sealed up is only one company."
Tom also contacted Xia Yu to report on the seizure.
This is where the two cousins differ. Farea clearly places more emphasis on investing in naval power. That gunboat looks shabby, but it's not cheap to modify.
Even if it costs over a million, it's still worth it; only that price justifies Xia Yu's three consecutive anti-tank missile launches.
Here's a joke: an aircraft carrier with a displacement of tens of thousands of tons costs only 500,000, but the reality is just that absurd.
Even putting aside dismantling it, the explosives needed to sink this aircraft carrier would cost more than 500,000.
"By the way, is no one injured on either side?"
Xia Yu asked the two of them.
Compared to these material possessions, he cares more about the health of his employees.
Since he was injured, he could only stay in Bogo Village to guard the house.
"No one was injured at the branch."
Tom was the first to report that the seven of them were basically unharmed, except for being covered in dust and dirt.
"Someone at headquarters is faking death. When 06 was finishing off the enemy, he was hit by a bullet, but luckily it only grazed his arm and didn't penetrate. Haitangtu has already treated him."
Hans said with lingering fear.
The brachial nerve damage caused by the penetrating arm wound will render the 06 combat unit unusable for at least half a year.
Too many things to do and a long writing process, I've been writing since midnight and I still owe a debt!
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