There is one that has come to light, the Blackwater Defense, which even elementary school students in China know about.
He was reincarnated several times, but in the end he couldn't escape media exposure. He was bought by a group and turned into a maritime security business, never to regain his former glory.
In the PMC industry, you can become famous within the circle, but you absolutely cannot be known by word of mouth among ordinary people, otherwise you will not be far from bankruptcy.
Businesses like the one in White Top Hat, which deal in mining and maritime security, are essentially patching up their core PMC (Programmable, Manufacturing, and Construction) business.
The same applies to Xia Yu's plan to build a tank museum and develop experiential tourism.
First, make a name for yourself in an unrelated industry, and then even if someone exposes it, it won't generate any buzz.
Studying your peers more will help you avoid detours.
Xia Yu isn't a boss who can just eat and drink; he has to consider far more things than the average person.
Back in Bogo village, they called Hans and Domi to unload the cargo.
Xia Yu took the initiative and carried a cannon barrel down the freight elevator to the basement of the parking lot.
This is the safest place in the whole village. He stores weapons and ammunition here that can't be stored in his car, and a temperature and humidity control system has been installed for safety.
If you have money, you can just spend it. The system helps you save costs, so why not spend it all to be fair to the system?
If the system's AI were any smarter, it would surely be cursing that it had never seen such a shameless person, but our motto as the boss is to be shameless.
"Boss, wanna try it out?"
After putting down the crate full of shells, Hans wiped his sweat and grinned at Xia Yu.
You shouldn't be called Hans, you should be called Krupp.
"Just one shot. If it hits, we'll have extra food tonight. If it misses, you'll have to wash the dishes for Lao Yu."
Xia Yu outlined the reward and punishment criteria.
He also wanted to see how accurate Hans's cannon was.
"No problem, I'll help Lao Yu with the cooking at dinner."
Hans left in high spirits, and Xia Yu and Domi followed him.
The two mortars and most of the shells were stored away, and the remaining mortar was mounted on a towing wheel frame by the three men and attached to the back of the BMW.
Even though it's just one shot, we should try our best to get as close to real combat as possible.
The weasel car crew, having left their vehicles, drove the donkey carts and marched rapidly into the wilderness.
Xia Yu carried his L115A3 sniper rifle, while his AK-105 and Inspire 2 drone were mounted on the mortar's wheel frame, the BMW bearing a weight it shouldn't have had to bear.
Domi, carrying the same AK-105, kept watch over the surroundings, while Hans carried the lightest MP7.
There's no way around it; this guy's rifle shooting is terrible, so we might as well switch to a submachine gun and grab a few more magazines.
Why not use the P90? Well, it has more bullets!
Because Hans said he wanted to support domestic products, even if Hong Kong products were ripped off.
Xia Yu also wanted to support domestic products, but unfortunately he could only buy the Type 97 rifle for export, which fires 5.56mm capitalist bullets.
Suddenly, it was discovered that their company didn't actually have any 5.56mm caliber light weapons; at most, their machine guns would use 7.62x51mm NATO ammunition. The AR that had been captured earlier had long been blown to bits.
That makes sense, as body armor is becoming increasingly sophisticated, and these mainstream rifle rounds are becoming less and less effective.
Through Xia Yu's efforts, Lao Anka directly ordered 300 national standard Level 5 bulletproof vests from China, which can stop 7.62x39mm rifle bullets.
The rebels' machine guns couldn't stop them, but they could easily stop the AKm rifles in their hands.
Old Anka personally funded and fully armed his son's infantry battalion.
Whether it was the rebels or their own ordinary infantry, at best they could only wear a tactical vest that could hold two magazines and a few grenades; even junior officers weren't equipped with body armor.
Perhaps this is the current state of Afica.
Old Anka only increased his investment because of his businessman's nature; he didn't want to lose too much money by investing so many elite troops.
Xia Yu's team is small, but everyone has level III armor. As long as they don't encounter heavy machine guns, their chances of survival are quite high.
Of course, it's okay if we run into him. We'll provide cover fire for Hans and try to take him down with a single shot.
Once the machine gun emplacement was destroyed, the crisis was naturally resolved, and Hans, with Domi's assistance, was now firing a cannon.
Xia Yu then opened the drone's case and controlled the Inspire 2 to take off and fly into the distance.
Thanks to technological advancements, emerging drones and aging mortars have formed a twilight romance, a pairing of the old and the young.
Without scouts, drones can be used to determine coordinates and report points directly. As for your question about why drones aren't used to directly carry mortar shells?
One 120mm shell weighs as much as three to four 81mm shells, and the mG-1S can't even pull back a single one.
Perhaps in the future there will be heavier drones with greater carrying capacity, but larger drones also mean easier detection. For striking distant targets, smaller drones are still more covert for reconnaissance and reporting.
After flying 5.8 kilometers in the Inspire 2, Xia Yu successfully found a suitable target: a tree growing alone far from the rainforest.
Visually, it appears to have been affected by pests and diseases and is in a state of decay.
"Target detected, coordinates:..."
Xia Yu reported the target's wGS84 coordinates.
Hans immediately knelt down on one knee, adjusted the gun's elevation and azimuth angles based on the data calculated from the two coordinates, and then took a shell handed to him by Dom.
At this distance, select the full charge of the propellant pack, then stand up and insert the shell into the gun barrel.
If it doesn't fly out, pulling the trigger is the safest way to fire the first shot from a cold gun.
Hans walked a few meters away, picked up the hair tie from the ground, turned around, and pulled it.
"Thump~~"
The firing pin strikes the primer, instantly igniting the extended-range propellant charge, and the surging propellant gases propel the 16kg shell into the sky.
The beautiful parabola was no longer visible; Xia Yu only saw the images transmitted back by the drone.
The flash of light from the explosion was fleeting. When the smoke cleared, not even the stake on the ground remained of the dead tree. The blast point was definitely within 10 meters.
That's pretty good. The shell's kill radius is 70 meters, so even if it's off by 10 meters, it won't leave any survivors.
"Well played! Extra treat tonight!"
Xia Yu also smiled.
He is now increasingly confident about the future of the war.
With the rebels' three basic tactics, there's no need for them to use armored vehicles in combat. This is a gift that Xia Yu prepared for his colleagues.
The most threatening aspect of Panaka is not their known armored forces, but rather the various types of equipment they have acquired since their open rebellion, as well as the multiple PMC forces they have hired.
Among these colleagues were professional snipers and experienced rocket launcher gunners.
Having achieved remarkable results for the company, they were seen as a thorn in the side by the rebels, who would certainly demand that they eliminate this morale-damaging AcE scorer unit.
To avoid being attacked by them, Xia Yu decided to take them out first.
Strike first, and you'll have the upper hand. On the battlefield, it's all about life and death; there's no room for politeness.
"Let's go back. Everything is ready. We'll go to Busa to recruit people the day after tomorrow."
Xia Yu reached out and caught the drone that flew back, then turned to the two of them and said.
"Hiring? It's starting soon?"
Hans asked with a serious expression.
"Yes, by next month at the latest, Busa has gathered quite a few PMC companies, as well as some freelance mercenaries."
Xia Yu nodded and said.
Uncle Tai told him this news on the plane before he returned to China.
It was said that a number of tattooed, burly men got off at the airport, roughly equal in number, both Black and White, with cold, menacing eyes who looked like they were not to be trifled with.
There's no mistake, they're all contractors looking for work.
Large companies typically pre-determine contracts, while smaller companies have to negotiate on their own or accept subcontracting from larger companies.
Xia Yu and his two partners' company may be small in scale, but they can still get jobs!
These days, it's always the father who gets to live.
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