"By the way, Mongoose, go look inside the containers tomorrow."
"I remember there were several boxes of S-8S Dart missiles. Later, in conjunction with the attack on Bomatou, we might receive orders for air support."
Each donation amounts to $300,000, and Xia Yu takes it very seriously.
The S-8S Dart missile is specifically designed to engage unprotected soft targets.
Once the warhead detonates, it breaks into 2,000 arrow-shaped fragments. A single volley will give you a real taste of what it means to be pierced by a thousand arrows.
When placed on the ground, they become shrapnel grenades, and almost every country is equipped with them; their efficiency in mowing down infantry is extremely high.
As for whether it's inhumane, it's only more humane than white phosphorus bombs.
"The S-5 variants will be completely replaced with S-5KO high-explosive fragments and S-5MO pure fragments, in equal numbers."
Xia Yu kept talking and continued making arrangements.
"Yes, I'll change into them all tomorrow morning."
Hans agreed and took out his notebook to write it down.
Many people like to complain that shooting takes five minutes, reloading takes two hours, and the logistics staff are always yelling at them.
But what if the gunner is also in logistics?
Even if it's something you started yourself, you have to finish it, even if it hurts.
"I'll help tomorrow too!"
Domi also stepped forward.
He didn't participate in a single battle after arriving at the front lines, and he felt anxious if he didn't do some work.
"Alright, then the meeting is adjourned. Go back and pack your things, we'll be attending the celebration banquet later."
Seeing that everything was arranged, Xia Yu adjourned the meeting.
Little Anka returned before dark.
In the final battle, he personally killed Salang, the rebel leader of Iku town.
The war correspondent faithfully recorded this scene with his camera; nothing is more moving than a battle report with both pictures and text.
Our hero Anka decisively defeated the rebels' bridgehead, bringing peace back to the war-torn people.
"Mr. Weasel, I'd like to propose a toast to you!"
The spirited young Anka stood up and offered a toast.
"Don't be so polite, come on!"
The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
Champagne, it's a sweet wine from Germany, you won't get drunk from it.
The dishes were mostly grilled meat; Old Anka bought up all the pork, beef, and lamb in the neighborhood.
In preparation for the victory celebration banquet following the recapture of Bomatu, he has already dispatched refrigerated trucks from Konglujia.
Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but at least there should be plenty of meat and wine.
"By the way, Anka, how are those mercenaries doing?"
Even as the drinking continued into the second half, Xia Yu didn't forget about the two hundred mercenary masters.
"Their combat capability is indeed strong, but the cost of hiring them for a day is enough to pay my crew driver's salary for a month, which is not very cost-effective."
As the son of Anka the Elder, Anka the Younger also has a keen business sense.
"By the way, the casualties haven't been counted yet. There are ten dead and more than a dozen wounded."
That wiped out almost an entire platoon. The casualty rate among the lower-ranking mercenaries is quite high, reaching 10%.
It's fair to say that light infantry is at a disadvantage. Luckily, Xia Yu wasn't a light infantryman, and he had a vehicle to shield him from the hail of bullets.
Of course, if they were targeted by concentrated fire, there were readily available iron coffins, and even high-standard joint burial tombs.
Brothers, let's be in the same crew again in the next life.
Over the next few hours, Xia Yu talked a lot with the father and son, and they finalized the supplementary fire support contract over drinks.
There's no way around it, helicopters are just too useful.
A reinforced mechanized infantry battalion of the rebels (by local standards) was completely wiped out in less than an hour.
Besides its amazing efficiency, it also boosts morale, so this is an expense that absolutely cannot be saved.
As for your point about Busa also having an army aviation squadron, not to mention how many Mi-24s there are still capable of taking off, the quality of the pilots and gunners is far inferior to that of the Xia Yu crew.
Not to mention the amount of resources required to transfer it, he was also afraid that a plane crash would have a terrible impact!
Therefore, it would be better to purchase firepower support from Xia Yu based on the number of times it is needed.
The contract stipulates at least three bookings, which will bring in another $1 million.
With the guaranteed minimum contract added, the total order value is just around the corner and will soon exceed 10 million!
On the way back, Xia Yu was in an incredibly good mood.
Indeed, the decision to change careers was the right one.
Whether you operate an excavator or sell excavators, there's no future in it.
Perhaps choices are more important than efforts!
Humming a song as he returned to his tent, Xia Yu even called home to ask his parents if they had received the things.
“I received it, but your dad doesn’t really know how to use it. He’s never brought me a single fish.”
My mom complained on the phone.
"It's not my fault. You're trying to fool the fish with a fake bug, not giving them a single bite of real meat. How can that be acceptable!"
Old Xia hurriedly defended himself, which made Xia Yu laugh.
He asked Uncle Tai to help bring back a flagship freshwater lure fishing kit from Abugarcia.
The equipment cost a little over a thousand euros. The main purpose was to let my father, an experienced angler, experience what deceptive fishing is all about.
"Dad, the bugs are fake, that's true, but you could have prepared the nest beforehand!"
Xia Yu's words made Lao Xia suddenly realize the truth.
"Oh right, how could I forget that? I'll try again tomorrow."
The enthusiasm is back! This time, it won't be a failure again!
Old Xia had no idea that his son had become an air force pilot before him, the real thing.
Chinese people tend to report good news and not bad news, so Xia Yu didn't plan to tell his parents about his new business in Afica.
He won't bring them over; China is the safest place, and it's fine for them to retire at home.
"And Mom, you can't just leave that necklace I gave you in the closet without wearing it!"
Gifts are something that both Dad and Mom need, and Mom's gifts tend to be more expensive.
"You're wearing it. It's only because you made the call that we could see it on video. All your aunties are envious."
Xia Yu gave his mother a specialty from Afica: a 15-carat tanzanite necklace.
It wasn't bought on purpose; it's part of our Battalion Commander Osa's estate.
Xia Yu initially thought it was a sapphire, but it turned out to be a much cheaper tanzanite rough.
It only costs a little over ten thousand US dollars in its country of origin. After processing, it's just the right amount to give to my mom, and I don't have to worry about it being too extravagant.
"I've landed a big order outside, but the signal isn't very good in this remote area, so I'm using a satellite phone. I'll video chat with you guys when I have internet access."
Xia Yu explained in the best of her ability.
"Then you must be careful. I heard there's fighting over there again. I hope it won't affect you!"
A mother worries when her son travels far away; my mother is still very worried about Xia Yu.
Knowing that the debt had been paid off, I thought that he could come back and find a job, not necessarily to be rich and powerful, but to live a stable life.
However, this debt-collecting son is as stubborn as a mule, and there's no way to persuade him to change his mind.
This reflects the generation gap in thinking between the two generations. What is he coming back for? To compete with his compatriots?
We need to engage in internal competition to gain room for survival outside.
Although Xia Yu's path was dangerous, he was a player who used cheat codes.
"It won't affect anything. We're far away. Uncle Tai will be back next month. His business is much bigger than your son's."
Xia Yu's example was quite effective; the couple both regarded Uncle Tai as a guide for public security.
Since this seasoned veteran is still going over there, there must be no danger there.
Busa was not in danger, but Xia Yu was on the battlefield, and the two of them were kept completely in the dark.
"It's almost 10 o'clock here. I'm a bit sleepy after a busy day. I'll chat with you guys next time. I'll hang up now."
"Yes, go to bed early and get up early, and remember to eat breakfast!"
After hanging up the phone, Xia Yu yawned.
After chatting about everyday matters, we still have to fight tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep.
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