"Once this contract is finalized, we might be able to squeeze some money out of the rebels. Let's divide up our gains from these past few days today!"
"Have Domi put all the gold dust into a sack," Xia Yu said to the group.
He's not one to procrastinate; if he says he'll split the money today, it has to be in his account today.
As for how to divide it, after a show of hands, everyone decided that 30,000 would be taken in cash, and the remaining 150,000 would be deposited into an account.
In Afica, it's advisable to carry some cash, preferably in small denominations.
The extra tens of thousands of dollars were left for the boss to use as fuel for alchemy. It took a lot of effort to smelt and purify about 85% of the gold sand into gold bricks with three to four "9"s.
This is true for others, but Xia Yu can purify things with one click. It's just not easy to explain, so she simply accepted everyone's kindness.
In addition, the company has a considerable amount of cash on hand, so he will not sell these 100-plus kilograms of gold.
The money counting machine whirred as it handed out the equivalent of 30,000 US dollars and euros, but it had only gone halfway through…
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble!"
A loud explosion was heard several kilometers away.
The crowd remained alert but not flustered, while Xia Yu continued to sit and count the money.
Last time, when the shells hit the edge of the camp, we could immediately retaliate. But this time, with the attack coming from several kilometers away, we can only do what we need to do and investigate later.
They had just finished distributing the money when little Anka rushed over in a hurry.
“Mr. Sherlock, it’s the Marcel rocket artillery battalion. They were attacked by rebels on the way.”
As Xia Yu expected, it was indeed them.
After marching over a thousand kilometers, it would have been better to have set up camp in Panaka from the start. Due to all this back and forth, several old Ural vehicles with hail-damped chassis broke down one after another.
Their battalion commander had to split the convoy in two, sending the two better-condition vehicles and half of the supplies to the camp first, while he himself stayed behind to repair the vehicles and continue on his way.
Little did they know that with only a few kilometers left, they would be ambushed by the rebels.
Sasu knew what he was doing; he knew to pick on the weak. After realizing that the concentrated fire defense and Anka mechanized infantry battalion were too much for him to handle, he didn't hesitate to launch a heavy attack on the Massar rocket artillery battalion.
Look, we've already achieved some results.
"Let's go to the scene."
Xiao Anka's S30, Xia Yu's S3 and S30, a total of 3 Weasel vehicles rushed to the scene.
The fire was still raging, and the wreckage of a 6x6 chassis could be vaguely seen, but it was probably a truck that transported ammunition or soldiers. The two 40-tube hail trucks were still intact.
"It was a 107mm rocket launcher; the rebels attacked the convoy from several kilometers away."
Without rushing forward, Xia Yu stood in front of a fresh bomb crater and said.
As a classic lightweight towed rocket launcher, the 63 is highly mobile and stealthy. After firing a salvo, it can run away, and if it's smart, it can run in the opposite direction, making it difficult for drones to catch.
It's just that the person using it isn't very skilled!
They escaped, but their results were very limited. If a different artillery crew had been in charge, 12 rockets could have wiped out half the convoy. Instead, they only destroyed one vehicle. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were wasting their time.
"Yes, when my men caught up with them, they only found the tire tracks they left behind."
A lieutenant colonel who looked unfamiliar appeared behind them and said something.
“Mr. Sherlock, let me introduce you. This is Battalion Commander Marcel. He wanted to meet you back in Panaka.”
Xiao Anka stepped forward to introduce the two to each other, as he certainly knew more of his military colleagues than Xia Yu, the contractor.
"Hello, Battalion Commander Massar, if I'm not mistaken, you lost an ammunition truck?"
Xia Yu and Masar shook hands and said this.
Only a detonated ammunition vehicle could make such a commotion; the Massar rocket artillery battalion suffered considerable losses this time.
"Yes, one vehicle was destroyed by 80 rockets, those damned rebels."
Marçal said bitterly.
The purchase price of a single 9m22U high-explosive fragmentation shell is $8,000, so 80 shells would cost $640,000. He made a huge blunder.
As the owner of a PMC company that provides bombing services, Xia Yu has always felt that rocket artillery is a very uneconomical weapon.
A single 122mm caliber projectile, weighing over 60 kilograms, contains a warhead of less than 20 kilograms, with explosives accounting for less than a third of its weight, yet it sells for much more than a single 155mm high-explosive grenade.
If rate of fire is the advantage, then clearing the 18 mK82 missiles from the F-4K's pylons is far more effective than clearing 40 9m22U missiles, and the price may not even be higher.
Only when multiple, or even a dozen, hailstones fire simultaneously can the resulting damage to the enemy be multiplied exponentially.
"We only have 240 rounds left, and the four vehicles can't even fire two rounds at once."
Before setting off, they said they would teach the rebels a lesson, but little did they know that the rebels would teach them a lesson first.
"240 rounds should be enough, right? We also have a howitzer battery to provide sustained firepower."
Anka said, not entirely sure.
Although he quickly got the hang of the job, his understanding of joint operations was still relatively limited, which was reflected in his overly optimistic view of the battlefield situation.
More than a thousand people were scattered across multiple camps. The initial 320 rounds were allocated to four vehicles for two-round salvoes, but this was not enough to cover even half of the camps.
"If you want to resolve this part of the rebels once and for all, you have to be willing to spend a lot of money at this critical moment. Your Congress still doesn't understand how to fight a war. You can save money on other things, but you can't save money on this."
Seeing the change in Marsal's expression, Xia Yu stood in his shoes and spoke in his tone.
Multiple rocket launchers fired in volleys, blasting the entire rebel camp, making it easier for them to storm in and hunt down armored targets.
As for your point about how ordinary high-explosive fragmentation warheads can destroy tanks, Xia Yu said that then what's the point of having a terminally guided warhead or a cluster mine warhead?
Standard ammunition is used to kill personnel and lightly armored targets. For other tasks, please pay extra for special ammunition.
"That's right, our rocket artillery battalion is like a donkey hanging on by a thread, never having been fed. And you expect us to be able to fight tough battles? That's just too much of a bully."
Marçal finally met someone who understood him, and he poured out all the frustration in his heart.
But the truth is, Xia Yu doesn't understand Marcel. He only knows how to say nice things that will make people willingly part with their money.
“Many things can happen on the battlefield. Losing ammunition was not your intention. The rebels were too cunning. And even if there were no losses, it wouldn’t be enough for this operation. Lieutenant Colonel Anka and I can both attest to that. You need to ask Busa for more ammunition.”
Xia Yu tied Xiao Anka up and continued.
“I will contact Busa, but Busa can’t get any extra ammunition right now.”
Marçal said, frowning.
Of the 20 rocket artillery systems nationwide, 3 were damaged in battle, and another 5 were mothballed due to various problems, leaving only 3 rocket artillery battalions. The other 2 battalions are now in a worse situation, with only the artillery pieces and no ammunition.
He used all his family connections to persuade Busa to come up with this temporary budget for the overseas procurement, but there wasn't enough time.
"There's still time. Who says there isn't? I have an arms dealer friend who's currently selling a batch of 122mm rockets at a low price."
Xia Yu finally revealed his true intentions and began selling his weapons to Masar, whom he had just met.
He has an arms dealer friend?
Yes, yes, Xia Yu knows an arms dealer named Alexei who mainly deals in Soviet-made weapons.
If Alexei, who was currently eating sand in Mari, knew that Xia Yu not only refused to buy his Su-24s but also used his name to sell arms abroad, he would probably be furious and criticize Sukabul.
That's how you do business—you have to use every available resource to close a deal.
"Is it too late? What's the price?"
Marçal seemed to have grasped at a straw.
Losing ammunition will certainly get him a disciplinary action, but what if he wins decisively?
If Mr. Sherlock's friend could deliver the ammunition in time, he would grit his teeth and make up the 80-round shortfall himself, then grit his teeth again and take part of it himself, and finally let Busa pay for the excess.
If he wins the battle brilliantly with a sufficient number of rockets, he will not only escape punishment, but may even be promoted.
Inspired by Xia Yu, Marcel's thinking suddenly opened up.
How come Anka Chinaz, who's standing next to him, is the same rank as this 35-year-old veteran? He must have spent money to get promoted all the way up!
This spending money doesn't refer to bribery, but rather to outsourcing operations, achieving quick victories without taking damage, and being promoted as a model.
He looked down on such practices back then, but now that the opportunity is in front of him, he doesn't hesitate at all.
Among the short ones, he's the tallest; at least he didn't hire a substitute. Isn't that better than that kid Anka?
"Don't worry, we can't launch a full-scale attack without being fully prepared. As for the price, how about $7,500 per 9m22U?"
Xia Yu smiled and quoted a price.
The price for urgent use is definitely different from the price for wholesale, since the rebels helped deliver the assist!
"And the quantity?"
Massar swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he asked.
He must have heard right. How come this price is 500 yuan lower than Busa's wholesale price? Aren't they being ripped off?
"It depends on how many you want. The first batch is only 800. If you can buy them all, I can help you negotiate a better price for the next batch."
The price can be even lower; there's a profit to be made here!
Massar's original bottom line was to make up for the 80-round shortfall, then purchase 160 more himself, and help Busa make 320 more by acting first and asking for permission later, so that each vehicle could fire 5 rounds simultaneously.
Looking back now, we could have been even bolder.
First, buy all 800 of these to secure the discount for the next batch, and then gradually recoup your funds through the price difference.
Like Anka's family, Marçal has his own business and doesn't intend to profit from the price difference.
He would be content if he could at least recoup some of the losses this time.
As for his promotion to colonel due to his military achievements and the continued expansion of his family business, that was due to his own abilities.
"are you sure?"
Xia Yu confirmed again.
"I'm sure, I want them all."
Send 800 rockets to the rebels, as Marcel said, and it won't work no matter who comes.
“Okay, I’ll call right away. It should take about 5 days to deliver. This is the first order, so I need to pay 50% upfront.”
This is a contract worth 6 million, and the 50% prepayment is 3 million, which Massar needs to pay in full.
"Okay, I'll go raise the money right away."
A low GDP per capita does not prevent the wealthy from being rich; the Marcel family can afford this money.
This is better than the Anka family, after all, they are from the Busa clan and their family has the background of generals.
Having witnessed the entire transaction, Little Anka was utterly impressed by Xia Yu and Masar. He didn't have that kind of courage; only his father, Old Anka, could rival them.
However, this is also a good thing. With 800 rockets, plus the original 240, the total is 1040.
Even if we don't wipe them all out at once, we can still inflict maximum casualties on the rebels, allowing them to completely resolve the historical problem of Sasu.
On the way back, Xia Yu called the village to confirm that the three logistics employees had returned to Bogo that morning.
"Bagless Glider, me, you, and the entire second group, go back tomorrow."
He could have gone back alone, but the Massar rocket artillery battalion suffered a setback at the hands of the rebels, so it's inevitable that they would become arrogant and fail to recognize the situation, and attack the convoy that was under concentrated fire.
The vehicle is loaded with explosives and dangerous materials. If we're unlucky, a single RPG could send the entire convoy flying. It would be better to send Team Number 2 to escort them.
After passing Panaka, the female deer will take to the air as a warning; if they dare to come, they'll be bombarded with rockets until they're stuffed and can't even fight back.
"It's xN!"
The next morning, Domi and Hans removed the rocket pods from the Mi-24V, installed four external fuel tanks, and refilled the fuel tanks.
"01, Mongoose, in the two days I was away, the shelling and harassment of the rebel camp was carried out as planned. Busa paid our company to do the job well."
After confirming that all six people in the two groups had boarded the transport compartment, Xia Yu gave the employees one last piece of advice before boarding the gunner's compartment.
This used to be Hans's position, but with Andrei as a dedicated pilot, he can slack off quite a bit.
Having gotten used to flying fighter jets, flying back to helicopters is really not very interesting unless you're carrying out strike missions.
"The rain outside the window is pattering down, it's been falling for three days and three nights, like..."
Humming a little tune about her side job, the old doe finally landed on the helipad behind the village after a three-hour flight.
It was lunchtime, and Lao Yu, who had received the news yesterday, prepared a delicious meal to treat Xia Yu's stomach.
That's the advantage of working close to home; if it's less than 1000 kilometers away, you can still rush back for a meal. But if it's from the east coast of Afica to the west coast, forget about it.
The air-to-ground rockets are all stored in the village; the containers are about half full, because the main focus is on the 122mm rockets.
Xia Yu had 800 simply packaged 9m22Us divided into 5 containers and stored in the port warehouse in advance.
Anton led the convoy to the border, while the boss, taking into account both his personal and professional needs, stayed an extra day.
The 158.65 kg of gold sand stored in the system's storage warehouse was purified into 134.37 kg of gold with one click, and then printed into gold plates of 500 grams each, with the remainder rounded down to a total of 268 plates.
Moving bricks is quite hard work. The parking lot has two underground floors, and Xia Yu stacked the bricks one by one in the safe.
These are all for his coffin... no, these are funds earmarked for building his house.
I hope there's a girl like Little Dragon Girl who'd be willing to live with him in the bunker; if not, a cave would be fine too!
The conventional luxury housing industry and the PMC industry are completely separate, and Xia Yu was mentally prepared for this before entering the industry.
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