However, in that country, anyone with a high school diploma can become a teacher, so there aren't many willing to become a common soldier.
Previously, the infantry fighting vehicle crews of the Osa mechanized infantry battalion generally only had a junior high school education. After high school training, they could directly become junior officers. It was too extravagant to have them drive vehicles.
However, after listening to Xia Yu explain the theory that knowledge is power and cultural level is combat effectiveness, Old Anka gritted his teeth and improved the overall treatment of the Anka Mechanized Infantry Battalion.
The military rank remains the same, but the salary and benefits have increased significantly by 50%.
The budget approved by Busa was definitely not enough, but since we have plenty of resources, the extra part was subsidized by Old Anka himself.
This gave the lazy, complacent veterans in the camp a new motivation: if they couldn't improve their education, they could improve their combat effectiveness!
It is said that the Ming army was not paid enough, and that a fully paid army was invincible. The same was true for the old black men who were just trying to make a living.
With such meager wages, they're expected to fight the rebels. They're just expected to fire a burst of bullets with their AKs, that's all they're doing for their superiors. They have no fighting spirit whatsoever.
As for your talk about national sentiment, they transitioned directly from a tribal system to a modern system, omitting the feudal system altogether. Instead of talking about that, let's get to something more practical.
Old Anka's money offensive was very effective. It was said that the salary was higher than that of a school teacher, and you could drive a cool tank. Many high school students in the city were tempted and signed up without much hesitation.
After undergoing basic military training, these individuals were awarded the rank of technical officer and received special allowances from Anka.
"Two and a half weeks? Then they can get right into the car and start hands-on practice."
Old Anka pondered as he spoke.
The money wasn't wasted. Even during basic training, he could tell that these twenty-odd high school students were far superior to the forty-odd junior high school students.
They may be less physically fit, but they can usually understand instructions quickly, are familiar with the use and maintenance of firearms, and are more obedient.
After taking theoretical classes recently, the gap has become even more obvious.
Once the equipment arrives, the comparison during actual operation will likely be even more striking. However, the two groups have different roles, and Old Anka cannot expect them to perform equally well.
"Yes, they will be combat-ready before the rainy season ends. At that time, you can have Anka lead them to crush the rebel infantry head-on. I'll take care of the mechanized infantry battalions, tank battalions, and the like."
Xia Yu's true colors were revealed; however, when it comes to contracting projects, one must be shameless like this. So-called modesty will only cause the contract to slip away.
"Of course, Mr. Sherlock's abilities are evident to all, and no one is more suitable to tackle these tough challenges than you."
Old Anka and his business associates praised each other.
In fact, that was exactly what he had in mind.
With this new equipment and these highly educated crew members, defeating Panaka's outdated armored forces should not be a problem for the son.
But what is the price?
The Marder tank has powerful firepower, but it can still take down a tank with a single shot.
Losing even one of those cars, worth nearly two million, would be a huge loss. It would be better to use that two million to hire the amazing Sherlock Holmes to clear all obstacles for his son's military career.
We are the professionals for contracted game playing; we offer the lowest contract prices; and we are number one in customer satisfaction.
Xia Yu is qualified to shout out such a promotional slogan; no one in the PMC industry can rival him.
"Thank you for the compliment. Let's talk when we get back. I'll hang up now."
A contract needs to be discussed in person; at most, a preliminary agreement can be reached over the phone.
Back in his room, he found the accommodations on the ship to be quite good. As the cargo owner, he had a single room, and he ate with the crew in the mess hall.
The only thing that Xia Yu was not entirely satisfied with was that the ship's cruising speed was only 14.5 knots, and it would take almost twenty days to travel from Europe to the west coast of Afica.
If it's an aircraft carrier, a speed of 30 knots can directly reduce the shipping time by half.
Most cargo ships at sea are like this. Although there are some small-tonnage high-speed cargo ships, the selection is limited and they are too conspicuous, which does not meet Xia Yu's requirements.
However, Xia Yu initially did not want to follow in his father's footsteps. His dream was to sail warships, cut through the waves on the high seas, and keep enemies at bay...
When the college entrance exam came, it seemed that his score wasn't high enough.
How embarrassing! It turns out he was just imagining things. But joining the navy after college is a good option!
Perhaps it was just fate, but Xia Yu ended up in the armored forces. After retiring from the military, he took up his father's profession and became a proud excavator operator.
But which worker doesn't dream of being their own boss? Xia Yu used his demobilization pay and his parents' retirement savings to buy two excavators, and he became a construction boss.
Before he could grow his business into a major player, he went bankrupt and had no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps, boarding a plane to Afica.
Life loves to play tricks on people. It first dealt Xia Yu a blow, then gave him the capital to turn things around, until he has now amassed a modest fortune.
While Xia Yu was delighted, he was not complacent. This amount of money was enough to buy two houses in a big city back in China and live a life of leisure, but it was not the life he wanted.
Even as he approaches thirty, he hasn't lost his passion for pursuing his dreams. With the system at his fingertips, he's already driving tanks again, and warships aren't out of the question either.
As far as Xia Yu knew, the White Top Hat crew owned a decommissioned destroyer.
Those missiles and such were definitely removed, but the 100mm naval gun was still powerful enough to defeat pirates and made great contributions to the company's cargo ship escort business.
Of course, he's also quite adept at doing dirty work.
A PMC company that doesn't also deal in arms is not a good military contractor. Xia Yu's small engineering team has taken on orders worth over 20 million yuan. Their side business must bring in over 100 million yuan a year.
Xia Yu eliminated the intelligence agents sent by the other side. The worst-case scenario is that the two companies go to war, so he needs to think in advance about how to deal with this old ship that was launched during the Cold War.
Using magic to defeat magic, an old ship destroying another old ship?
It sounds exciting and romantic, but he hasn't even assembled a complete tank crew yet, so he shouldn't be daydreaming.
To put it in comparison, the West African Star, a general cargo ship of similar tonnage, can only be operated by a full crew of 12.
However, if it were a warship, even with all the complex missile systems removed, it would still require at least a hundred people to operate and achieve a certain level of combat capability.
In that case, a submarine attack seems easier to carry out.
Although this doesn't really reflect martial ethics, Xia Yu doesn't have such a thing anyway, so it's not a big deal.
Keeping this in mind, the West African Star sailed away from the Elbe estuary and into the North Sea.
Compared to the calm Mediterranean Sea, the sea conditions in the North Atlantic are exceptionally rough.
Xia Yu finally understood why Jack Sparrow walked so nervously—because he would really trip and fall if he didn't.
The smaller the weight, the more violently it sways. Fortunately, Xia Yu is exceptionally talented and has long since mastered the art of waist and stance coordination, making his feet feel as if they were nailed to the floor.
"I'm a little sailor, piloting a small gunboat, unafraid of wind and waves, bravely forging ahead..."
Humming a nursery rhyme she learned in kindergarten, Xia Yu, wearing a raincoat, came to the deck outside the cabin.
The biting sea wind pushed the inky black water against the sides of the ship, and the rain pelted the raincoat with its icy chill. The apocalyptic scene made one just want to get back to the warm cabin as soon as possible.
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