After both parties signed the agreement, Anka and his son took their leave, and soon the entire camp was bustling with activity.
The decisive battle is tomorrow, and the atmosphere is more tense than ever before.
Xia Yu was probably the least nervous, because everything was under control.
What a coincidence, Cohen thinks so too.
His mercenary squad had just reported to him on the movements of the Anka mechanized infantry battalion.
"Commander, they've taken the bait. You'll see what happens tomorrow!"
"Yes, we can't be careless. If we defeat Anka tomorrow, I will report you to General Sasu as the one who made the greatest contribution."
Despite verbally urging vigilance, the brigade commander was also indulging in wishful thinking.
It's not his fault. Xia Yu and his team's deception operation today was exceptionally successful. The commanders above thought so, and the frontline soldiers below also thought so.
Aside from having better equipment and being faster at escaping, the Anka mechanized infantry battalion was no better than them in any other way.
Without those infantry fighting vehicles and that armed helicopter, they can't show off their power at all.
"By the way, brigade commander, we must guard against the main force of Anka being trapped, and that Mi-24 coming to cause trouble."
Cohen recalled this and said solemnly.
When the enemy entered the city to fight, that Mi-24 disappeared for a while, but we can't afford to be careless at critical moments.
"Don't worry, I'll personally oversee the air defense. I'll deploy the Igla-type air defense teams from Panaka on the high-rise buildings around the traps."
Without the air defense duties, Cohen will have more RPG gunners to deal with those dozen or so BTR-80s.
There was no other way; Anka's BTR-80 had also been modified, with additional armor on the front that could withstand 14.5mm bullets. His BTR-60 couldn't penetrate it unless shot from the side, and the BMP-2 had to be deployed to deal with the Marder.
Cohen seemed to have everything arranged, but in Xia Yu's plan, the most vulnerable BTR-80s would not even enter the city; they would only serve as scavengers.
"We have eight anti-tank missiles left. It would be a waste to use them on the transport vehicles. I will leave two to protect the command post and send the rest out to see if we can take out their infantry fighting vehicles."
Cohen went on to explain his tactical arrangements.
The last defeat was quite devastating, but ultimately it wasn't a problem with the weapons.
Even if those six shots only destroy one or two targets, it would be worth it for him.
"You can never have too many anti-tank forces. I heard from those mercenaries that the Anka mechanized infantry battalion has eight infantry fighting vehicles?"
The brigade commander nodded in agreement and was quite shocked by Anka's financial resources.
"Yes, we overstaffed by almost three times, which is why we are struggling so much in defensive battles."
"Once we defeat Anka, we'll get better equipment too."
Bomatou's oil production could support two reinforced infantry battalions, since they didn't have to hand over profits to Busa.
"Cohen, fight this battle well, and General Sasu will promote you to brigade commander."
If they can withstand Busa's offensive, Panaka will definitely spend a lot of money to upgrade their heavy equipment.
Cohen was also in high spirits after hearing the brigade commander's grand promises.
If you give him a set of equipment from the Anka mechanized infantry battalion, he'll dare to attack Konglujia.
Blinded by the "great situation," he clearly forgot about Osa.
Since a certain company opened for business, Konglujia has become a no-go zone for rebels; anyone who dares to come here can forget about leaving alive.
"Boom~ Boom~ Boom~~"
At the forward position at the entrance to the city, Little Anka's artillery battery fired half a caliber of shells into the city.
Before the decisive battle, the harassment operations were intensified.
Xia Yu stood on the turret of a BTR-80 and looked at the city of Bomatou through binoculars.
The counterattack came quickly, but it was much weaker.
Half of the rebel infantry battalion's artillery battery was wiped out during the city's entry battle, and the remaining artillery battery, which was incorporated into Cohen, was of no use, as it lacked large-caliber howitzers.
"Luckily, we were attacked from Bomatou. If it had been Panaka, we would have been easily bombarded!"
Xia Yu jumped off the transport vehicle and spoke to Hans beside him.
"Then let's use helicopters to destroy their artillery positions first."
Their corporate culture is like this: not only do they lack martial ethics, but they also like to strike first.
"Good, very energetic. After we finish the match against Bomatu, we'll go back and do some specialized training."
Sweating more in peacetime means bleeding less in wartime; Xia Yu has already devised a comprehensive training plan.
For example, mastering low-altitude, high-speed penetration techniques and utilizing angular velocity and terrain advantages to evade older portable air defense missiles.
Even the new Xia Yu models are hard to come by, let alone the targets he's trying to take down.
"Let's go. We might have to fight until tonight tomorrow, so let's get some rest before the fighting starts!"
He called his employees to go back together, and the distant sounds of gunfire gradually subsided.
After taking a shower and lying on her cot, Xia Yu fell asleep without much thought. When she opened her eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.
Breakfast consisted of two poached eggs per person, plus meat buns that Lao Yu had wrapped and frozen, which were sent from Konglujia.
The taste is better than machine-made ones. Sergei and his friends also really like this combination of carbohydrates and protein, and each person eats at least one basket.
"I want to eat tofu pudding."
Xia Yu took a bite of the bun and said.
Hans shrugged. Soy milk might be manageable, but tofu pudding was beyond his capabilities.
"Mongoose, call Lao Yu and tell him we're going back for breakfast tomorrow or the day after."
Xia Yu took out a satellite phone and tossed it to Hans.
Having been on the front lines for almost a month, it's time to end the rebels and go back to rest.
Panaka isn't in a hurry; Bomatú's smooth performance is thanks to his previous specialized training.
He couldn't possibly go to an unfamiliar battlefield without any preparation; that would be irresponsible to himself and his employees.
Having experienced great upheaval and transformation, Xia Yu still loves money, but he won't be blinded by it.
After breakfast, everyone moved to the preparation tents to receive the boss's pre-battle instructions.
"This time, our task is arduous, but the rewards are equally generous. In addition to the promised salary, I have also prepared a bonus for each of you."
Xia Yu doesn't do charity, but he's also not stingy; he pays people commensurate with their contributions.
“In the battle, some people may be wounded, and some people may die. If they are wounded, I will find the best doctor to treat them. If they die, I will personally deliver the compensation to their family.”
"This is my promise, what about yours?"
Xia Yu looked at Sergei and the others as he spoke.
Are you willing to dedicate yourselves fully to this mission, offering your courage, talent, and even your lives?
Mercenaries are inherently a profession that walks on the edge of death; one should be prepared for that from the day they enter the profession.
"Sir, this is our will, and also our promise."
Sergei stepped forward and handed six slightly crumpled envelopes to Xia Yu, expressing their determination.
If employers treat them well, they will naturally treat their employers well in return.
“Very good. I hope that after the mission is over, I can return these wills to each of you.”
Xia Yu said just as solemnly.
The most dangerous part of this mission is the mobile warfare team. Any bullet larger than 7.62mm can take their lives, so we can only wish them good luck.
After watching Sergei lead the five men back to prepare, Xia Yu's gaze turned to Hans.
"I didn't write a will. If I did that, our crew would probably be in the same boat, so there's no need."
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