Upon arriving at the campsite, Xia Yu found it noisy and chaotic.
Local residents disguised themselves as vendors, holding various small commodities and food, and beckoning the idle mercenaries to make purchases.
Regardless of the country, soldiers have strong spending power.
That's Xia Yu. Back then, he also liked to invite fellow villagers for extra meals.
But the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and danji guanbing (egg pancake) from my fellow villager don't give me diarrhea.
Aren't these mercenaries afraid of getting dysentery from eating food from the local Black people? This food, to them, seems comparable to street food in India.
Clean and hygienic, no problem!
Refusing the vendors' enthusiastic sales pitches, and showing the pass given to them by Monjo to the gatekeeper, the three successfully sneaked into the camp.
The mercenaries inside, of various skin tones, were all wearing camouflage uniforms, though the styles were basically different.
The more professional ones switched to jungle camouflage, while the less professional ones or those without a sense of urgency remained in desert camouflage.
I don't know if they flew in from the Middle East or North Africa looking for work.
That's why mercenaries are like hyenas; they appear wherever there is unrest, and this has been the case for thousands of years.
Now, Xia Yu, as the client, needs a reliable mercenary group to work for him.
But a person's character and fighting ability cannot be judged by the eyes alone.
Ultimately, we still have to seek help from PMC labor services, which are more familiar with these mercenaries, as small companies and factories cannot possibly have dedicated human resources departments.
"You're looking for an employee with experience serving in a mechanized infantry squad and combat capabilities comparable to special forces?"
After explaining his purpose, the site supervisor of the labor service company, who was smoking a cigarette and wearing slippers, muttered to himself as he quickly took the envelope Xia Yu gave him, tore it open, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
This is actually considered a "fly-by-night" arrangement, but it reflects the current state of the PMC labor service industry.
"Buddy, special forces are easy to find, mechanized infantry are easy to find, but finding both of them together is really hard."
After understanding the client's needs, the supervisor said things were a bit tricky.
This guy wasn't lying. Special forces in large countries are special forces, and special forces in small countries are also called special forces.
However, the difference in their combat power is as great as the difference between the first and last place in your class.
The camp was full of mercenaries; a single brick could easily hit three or four former special forces soldiers. Their skill level was truly low; the reason they hadn't been eliminated from the battlefield was simply because they hadn't had a chance to go to the front lines yet.
The same applies to mechanized infantry; without infantry fighting vehicles and transport vehicles, they are not much different from ordinary infantry.
When submitting a resume, it's not as competitive as directly stating that you're a reconnaissance soldier or special forces soldier.
For employees of informal PMC companies, there is no compensation if they die, so the screening of personnel is naturally not very strict.
"However, I happen to know of such a team."
The junior manager changed the subject and said confidently.
"We only want the best, and if it's suitable, we'll offer a generous reward."
Xia Yu said nonchalantly.
Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. They are the best vehicle crews, so naturally they should be paired with the best infantry squads.
"Of course, it's absolutely the best. Let's go this way."
The supervisor led the way and soon brought the three of them to a barracks in the corner.
"Crunch~ Crunch~~"
The old ceiling fan, which had been in service since the last century, was spinning weakly.
The barracks reeked of smoke, smelly socks, and rotten clothes.
The standard of internal affairs reflecting combat effectiveness only applies to regular armies; these long-retired mercenaries are not bound by this rule.
"You're all so relaxed, get up, everyone, and get to work!"
"What?"
"Is there work coming in?"
"Alexander, where are my clothes?"
The barracks were in complete chaos; people were searching for their clothes, and cigarettes were being stubbed out because there was nowhere to put them.
In less than a minute, everyone in the room was lined up neatly in front of Xia Yu.
There were six people in total, all of similar build, tall and strong, with typical Eastern European features.
Xia Yu thinks that white people's ethnicities are easier to identify than black people's. Can you believe it? There are actually more than fifty ethnic groups?
He looked at all the black men who looked exactly the same; they probably couldn't even tell them apart themselves.
“Mr. Sherlock, these are the ones. They are all fellow villagers whom I know very well.”
The supervisor pointed to the group and introduced them to Xia Yu.
"They served in the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Brigade of Serviya and were later selected to train in the 72nd Special Operations Battalion."
"After ending your three-year contract with the military, we came out to find work together this year, and they perfectly meet your needs."
It turned out he was a Serbian friend. Xia Yu knew a little about this former comrade.
The country is small and its army is small. The traditional infantry duties are handed over to the reserve militia, while the regular army is all mechanized.
The domestically produced Lazar wheeled armored vehicle has excellent performance.
The SAARC heritage M80A infantry fighting vehicle remains robust and, with modern modifications, can serve for another 20 years.
In comparison, their special forces are not well-known internationally, but their combat effectiveness is absolutely guaranteed.
Besides, as Hans said, it's cheap and easy to use, isn't it!
"Introduce yourselves, focusing on your experiences in the infantry squad and after joining the special forces. You go first."
Xia Yu pointed to the one named Alexander.
"Yes, my name is Alexander Djokovic. I used to be the rocket launcher gunner in my class. After joining the special operations battalion, I majored in this subject and still serve as the team's rocket launcher gunner."
"My name is Nikolai Mitrovich, and I used to be the machine gunner in my platoon..."
The six people stepped forward one by one to introduce themselves.
They basically didn't change jobs; they all served in infantry squads and then continued their intensive training when they joined special forces.
Therefore, they had marksmen, but no snipers.
Xia Yu doesn't need snipers; after all, reality isn't a game, and there can't be any assault snipers.
This team perfectly suits his needs; he can sign a trial contract and take them home to see how they perform.
"I am very satisfied with your resumes. I haven't seen your abilities yet. As long as you can satisfy me in the future, I can offer you the highest salary here."
The six men strained their ears, afraid of missing a single word.
The point of being a mercenary is to make money; why risk your life if you can't make money?
"Next, I will take you back to Kongluga for a week of joint training with the crew."
They even have tanks? Could it be that they've been noticed by a big company?
Aside from regular armies with budgets, only large PMC companies can afford armored units with four or more wheels.
In the six months or so since they joined the force, they have been doing the work of light infantry, while both sides are only equipped with pickup trucks.
It's cheap and durable, but apart from the engine at the front, it's not bulletproof anywhere else.
A team from their hometown was ambushed and killed in their vehicle by machine gun fire while on patrol; the scene was truly horrific.
They were lucky this time; the Asian boss had a tank, greatly reducing the chances of them being ambushed and losing men.
Well, the scope is too narrow. Xia Yu has far more than just war chariots!
"Alexander, am I seeing things? That's a Mi-24?"
After signing a one-week trial work contract, the six of them carried their luggage to the airport next door and saw the Mi-24 wildlife protection aircraft.
Their memories instantly went back to a year ago.
Back then, they had to undergo helicopter rappelling training once a month, but after being discharged, they never saw those old deer from the Army Aviation again.
"You read that right, the weapons are disassembled and you can't tell the model number."
Alexander couldn't help but move closer, never expecting they would get to ride in a Mi-24 again.
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