"It just so happens that I also need to go see Battalion Commander Anka!"
Xia Yu asked Domi to prepare the car.
During the day, I have to work hard, so the only time I can squeeze out is in the evening.
Back in the tent, Xia Yu rummaged through the drawers and found several bags of spicy peanuts, pickled chicken feet, and canned yellow peaches. He also grabbed a bag of chilled Classic 1903 from the refrigerator. With all the bags in hand, Xia Yu crawled into the Panhard VbL outside.
It's not appropriate to visit a patient empty-handed.
Foreigners like to bring flowers, while Chinese people are more practical and mostly bring food, drinks, and nutritional supplements.
Upon arrival, the hospital was not as crowded as before, as the lightly wounded had all returned to camp after their wounds were treated.
Not finding Hans and his sister, Xia Yu found the tent where Anka was, familiar with the place.
Two days was enough for little Anka to wake up, but she looked very haggard, and her face, like Anton's, had a scar from shrapnel.
For others, being disfigured is not a good thing, but for little Anka, it can be a bonus after recovery.
Well, Xia Yu has already come up with a publicity plan for the transformation from a tough battalion commander to an iron-blooded deputy brigade commander.
Previously, he didn't personally take charge, mainly because during his time in the infantry battalion, Anka was as skinny as a bamboo pole. With a change of clothes, he looked more like an old American East Coast hip-hop black man than an Afica black officer.
After the mechanized infantry battalion was formed, the men who were busy with various tasks became much more robust, but they still lacked a sense of ferocity.
But things are different now. The scar on his face makes him look intimidating, and coupled with his track record of fighting alongside his team, he truly has a bright future ahead of him.
At this time, more people will believe the propaganda, and the effect will be better.
"Commander Anka, I've come to see you."
Xia Yu picked up his beer and said to Xiao Anka, who had taken off her headphones.
"I would be happier if you just brought a bunch of bananas."
Little Anka didn't hold back with his weasel uncle, rolling his eyes and complaining.
"We don't have bananas, but would you like banana chips?"
As Xia Yu spoke, he pulled out a pack of domestically produced banana chips.
These things are not expensive in China, but you can't buy them in Afica even if you have the money. Every time he ships them from China by air or sea, he includes some similar snacks.
It can be given as a gift or enjoyed with drinks.
"Patients cannot drink alcohol!"
Liv and the nurse entered the tent for their rounds and, upon seeing this scene, immediately alerted the two of them.
“He won’t drink, I’ll drink and he can watch.”
Xia Yu opened a can, took a big gulp, and then said.
"By the way, what about Mongoose... or rather, Hans?"
This was the first time he had spoken to Hans's sister.
"Meerkat, huh? It's a rather unique code name. He didn't even tell me that."
Liv finds it hard to associate Hans with solar panels in the animal kingdom, such as meerkats.
Okay, my brother, who loves coffee and staying up late, does often have dark circles under his eyes, and he also loves to occupy the balcony at home on holidays, making him look rather dazed.
Who is so talented to come up with this nickname?
Before long, Liv accepted this arrangement.
“The mongoose went next door; after all, he was once one of them.”
Having similar experiences naturally leads to similar topics, but Xia Yu would never do something like abandoning his long-lost sister to brag to a bunch of rough men.
Of course, he, an only child, also doesn't have a younger sister.
"Very good, the wound is not infected. Be careful not to get it wet."
After the examination, Liv gave Anka a few instructions.
“We will definitely not get wet, but Dr. Liv, in another week, will Battalion Commander Anka be able to return to the camp to recuperate?”
Xia Yu didn't let Xiao Anka speak, but answered and asked on his behalf.
He plans to launch a general offensive against the rebels this week. Anka, the "protagonist," may not have to break into the rebel camp, but he must be stationed at the front as the commander of the annihilation operation.
If you go all out with the act, you won't leave behind detailed video or photographic evidence in the hospital.
"Yes, the wound edges can be sutured tomorrow. Just try to avoid strenuous exercise before primary healing, otherwise the wound will break open and cause a lot of trouble."
Liv nodded and said.
After cleaning, gunshot wounds are generally not sutured in their primary stage. The dressings are changed daily and the wound is checked until it is sutured like it is now for little Anka.
"That's good. We'll be discharged in a week."
Liv didn't know why Xia Yu was so insistent on a week, but the standoff between the government forces and the opposition armed forces didn't seem like something that could be resolved in a month.
Although her brother said it would be resolved in half a month, she didn't believe him.
Her teacher, Dr. Herman, who performed the surgery in the operating room just two days ago, had been on the front lines of conflicts more than once.
He observed that if the two sides were evenly matched in combat strength, it was normal for the conflict to drag on for a year or two, with new casualty figures appearing every day. They even treated soldiers from both sides simultaneously in one hospital.
This situation is quite special; the minefield surrounds the rebels like a tortoise shell.
Therefore, they have not treated a single rebel soldier to date; their daily medical care consists of sick refugees, in addition to government soldiers.
"I've got it."
Liv looked down and wrote a few strokes on the medical record.
"Everyone who sees this gets a share. It's really delicious. You all work so hard, so you can have a drink after you finish work or before you go to bed."
Xia Yu handed over two bottles of beer.
"I'll keep a bag of peanuts from these."
Sending food and drinks is definitely a good way to build rapport, and Xia Yu was also thanking them on behalf of Xiao Anka.
Just like some ethical doctors in China, if you give them a red envelope, they will transfer it to your family member's hospital account. If you bring them some local specialties, they might accept it.
"Thank you then. But I'm curious, Mr. Sherlock, what is your code name?"
Liv accepted Xia Yu's "bribe" without hesitation, but before leaving, she asked for his code name.
Her brother knows, but what about her brother's boss?
"Ahem, my code name is Weasel."
Xia Yu cleared his throat and said.
"Marder? I think that's what my brother used to drive."
Liv said with a smile.
"There's a reason for that. Our company's main product is this infantry fighting vehicle. Also, for foreigners like us doing business in Afica, you have to be as cunning as a weasel to avoid danger and make money."
Xia Yu explained.
The personality of a lion or tiger doesn't match his personality, so calling him that wouldn't be appropriate. It's better to use his original foreign nickname, which he's followed for eight or nine years and will never get wrong.
"Oh, I see. What a cute codename. Bye-bye!"
After watching Liv leave the tent, Liu Xiayu and Xiao Anka looked at each other in bewilderment.
Weasels are such cunning creatures, how can they be cute? I really don't understand women's thinking.
Xia Yu didn't think much of it. Seeing that there were no stools in the tent, he sat cross-legged on the ground and explained the general offensive plan against the rebels to Xiao Anka while drinking beer.
"Thank you for your help, sir. I will definitely cooperate."
The injury deeply affected Anka and made him realize the cruelty of war.
Even if he didn't charge into the front lines, he couldn't escape the sneak attacks. Fortunately, he had a good service partner.
Xia Yu not only saved his life, but also turned a bad thing into a good thing, clearing the final obstacle for his future promotion.
"Take good care of your injury. You'll have to stay on the perimeter when the time comes."
The Anka mechanized infantry battalion can only be handed over to Little Anka. Although Instructor Kuhn can replace him, the mole vehicle crew is more needed for the concentrated fire defense at the front line.
Packaging is important, but if you don't have the ability to back it up, you're just a useless person who can't be helped.
Little Anka was clearly not like that. Following behind the Firepower Defense, this newbie gradually became a professional.
He is already part of the Black elite class. After this war, which has lasted for almost a year, ends, he will study abroad for two years and receive systematic military skills training. Then he will be worthy of his rank and position.
As Xia Yu left the hospital, she ran into Hans, who was also coming out of the Blue Helmet base.
"Boss, what brings you here?"
Hans, as if caught red-handed, scratched his head and greeted him with a smile.
"Like you, I've come to visit Battalion Commander Anka."
Xia Yu couldn't help but tease.
"Okay, I mainly came to see my sister, and also to check on the peacekeeping forces here."
Hansstein White Road.
"Just tell me directly. How's it going?"
Xia Yu was also very curious. In the past, when he was bored, he would talk to Hans about his experiences during peacekeeping missions.
"They are a peacekeeping unit composed of Chinese and British troops. The British part also has a Tiger helicopter. They also filmed footage of weapons flowing into the hands of the rebels."
Reconnaissance is crucial for maintaining stability in conflict zones.
"Their Tiger is the hAd variant, which is more powerful than the hAp variant I had at the time. It is equipped with an enhanced MTR390 engine and can fire Hellfire missiles."
Perhaps due to the downing of a helicopter in Panaka, the blue helmet unit's firepower has been significantly increased.
"They won't have a chance to play because of maintaining stability and self-defense, but this HAD-type Tiger is a good thing!"
Xia Yu said with emotion.
The most expensive attack helicopter after the Longbow Apache, who wouldn't be envious!
The standard configuration of a 30mm autocannon and a 68mm rocket pod doesn't appeal to him much. But the AGM-114 anti-tank missile and the advanced optoelectronic system are something he'd really drool over.
If the whole machine is unusable, we can port it!
His hometown produced quite a few Z-10 helicopters for export, and their performance seemed quite good, but he couldn't explain how to transplant and upgrade them. In addition, the old optoelectronic system taken from the Gazelle was barely enough, so he didn't make any progress.
But if there's an opportunity to get a cheaper alternative, you definitely shouldn't miss it.
The old doe can be "patched up" and used for another 20 years. The main areas for improvement are the range of long-range strike weapons and a new generation of optoelectronic systems.
Normally, it wasn't noticeable, but during this counterattack against the rebels, the artillery units discovered that the HOT-3, with its air-launched range of only 4.3 kilometers, was somewhat inadequate.
The airborne night vision device, which was of decent performance, locked onto the target from 5 kilometers away, but the missile was launched only after it had moved 1 kilometer closer.
This made Xia Yu feel that it was necessary to start making technological preparations now.
We can choose not to use it due to cost reasons, but we can't live without it, right?
Two options appeared before Xia Yu. The first was the Russian 9m127 heavy anti-tank missile, also known as the legendary Giant Vortex.
It's just a rough draft, a bit crude. The current model only has a range of 6 kilometers.
Compared to the HOT-3 currently equipped by Jihuo Defense, the overall performance improvement is less than 40%, but it is said that an improved model is under development, which is expected to extend the range to 8 kilometers.
This is on par with the second option, AGm-114.
As for the difficulty of obtaining them, Hellfire seems to be easier to acquire at the moment.
The Ka-52 alligator crashed in northern Afica, but the wreckage has been recovered, which is a tough situation.
There will be more vehicles carrying the AGM-114, which is similar to the Spike.
It must be said that Yi Selie's military industry is quite impressive; the Spike missile, as a complete family of missiles, is comprehensive in every aspect.
The Spike SR they captured from the White Hat crew was lighter than the Kornet and was well-suited for unmanned combat. The Sparrowhawk B that was shot down by the Super Sidewinder had two Spike LRs mounted on it, which were slightly inferior to the HOT-3.
This is the ultimate version that even Long Nail and Old Magnesia have said is great!
With a range of up to 25 kilometers, the Spike NLoS is arguably the longest-range missile that any attack helicopter in the world can be equipped with, not to mention that its range can be extended.
This surpasses even the infrared air-to-air missiles of the French fighter jets; it's too brutal.
However, it is not suitable for concentrated fire defense, because even the more mature Hellfire costs tens of thousands of dollars per shot, and Xia Yu has to consider in which situations it can be used.
It would only be somewhat attractive to him if it were simply a technical reserve.
After all, Third Brother has already bought them, so it's not unreasonable for Xia Yu to send one home to study it!
"Will they be near the battlefield when we launch a general offensive against the rebels?"
Xia Yu asked Hans.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. The Blue Helmet troops also have the responsibility of military observation, and the movements of the general offensive cannot be kept from them."
Hans's tone was very certain.
Back in Mari, aside from some extreme heatwaves, their Tiger tanks were deployed quite frequently, and they obtained a great deal of firsthand intelligence about the armed conflict.
"Then you'd better find a chance to remind them that the rebels' anti-aircraft weapons are not exhausted, and there is a possibility that they will be shot down if they rashly fly over the camp."
During this general offensive, Jihuo Defense only deployed Mi-24V missiles when intercepting Sasu's escape, demonstrating its respect for portable air defense missiles.
The Tiger might be more expensive, but it's not necessarily more durable than the Hind. Losing such a late-model aircraft would probably be a painful blow to the Germans.
"I will. I'll talk to them tomorrow or the day after."
Hans agreed.
Although he doesn't like Malaysians, he respects every Blue Helmet member.
Time flies, and a week has passed. After several pre-battle exercises, Jihuo Defense and the Busa Mixed Brigade will launch their final offensive against the rebels tomorrow.
They mingled with the cameramen's convoy and arrived at the hospital to document Battalion Commander Anka Chinaz's discharge process.
At Xia Yu's suggestion, Lao Anka and Meng Qiao decided to make a battlefield "documentary" to record the heroic deeds of the battalion commander who defeated the rebel brigade commander head-on despite being wounded.
When it airs on the national broadcaster RtNc, Anka, who is already a regular on television, will likely gain a huge following of Black female fans.
Unfortunately, Battalion Commander Anka was destined to be a man they could never have.
"Liv, don't leave the hospital for the next two days no matter what. If there's a problem, run to the next room."
Even though Hans didn't say it outright, Liv could sense the tense atmosphere at the border. All she and her teacher could do was apply to headquarters for another batch of medicine and send it to the front lines as soon as possible through the Blue Helmets' channels.
Meanwhile, those patients with mild symptoms in the hospital who could be persuaded to go to Panaka were also persuaded to go.
"From now on, everyone will sleep in two shifts to maintain strict vigilance. Busa won't be able to launch a sneak attack on us."
At a rebel camp dozens of kilometers away, Sasu was addressing his officers.
He deployed his last artillery units, hoping to delay Busa for at least two or three months, but things didn't go as planned, and the results were only 30% to 40% of what he expected.
Anka's mechanized infantry battalion destroyed few tanks, and the enemy's casualties were only slightly higher than their own.
Sasu could only say that he neither gained nor lost in this sneak attack, but he was still a little heartbroken.
It's one thing if those cannons are blown up, but at least bring back a truckload of people!
There wasn't a single vehicle. He even thought he could use artillery as infantry; that was wishful thinking.
Furthermore, he just couldn't understand why the other side dared to launch a full-scale attack after only a week. Who gave them the courage?
Concentrated firepower defense!
That damn helicopter, we're going to keep it this time no matter what.
"Gather all the anti-aircraft gunners from the camps. It's one thing if the fighter jets can't shoot them down, but don't tell us the helicopters can't either."
"It's xN!"
All the officers present were united in their hatred of the enemy, and some even said they would personally take to the field.
Even among the rebels, many of their officers are highly educated individuals who have studied abroad and are more adept at operating shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles than their non-commissioned officers, ensuring that the enemy will not return alive.
"In addition, people should be stationed to patrol and guard the area near the mine defense zone to prevent the people of Busa from clearing mines secretly."
Thinking of the two landmines that had been dug out earlier, Sasu added a couple more sentences.
"It's xN!"
While the rebels were holding a meeting, the mixed brigade wasn't idle either.
Back at the camp, Anka was carried off the weasel's troop transport compartment on a stretcher by his subordinates. Following the camera, he didn't even return to his tent before going to the garrison of each company to comfort the soldiers and officers who had suffered minor injuries but were still sticking to their posts.
The members of the fire defense team stood off-camera, watching everything with great interest.
Their names are unknown, but their achievements have been claimed by others.
Making money isn't something to be ashamed of.
However, the main event of the mixed brigade was with the Massar rocket artillery battalion, and Old Ma also made an appearance along with Little Anka.
"800 rounds! I will work with Battalion Commander Anka to fire 800 122mm rockets in the shortest possible time, letting the rebels know what firepower coverage is! Let them know the price of betraying their people!"
Marçal, thankfully unharmed, spoke righteously in front of the camera.
This can be considered acting first and informing later. Anyway, the film crew will not return to Busa until the filming is over. At that time, he will have the momentum of victory, plus someone to speak on his behalf.
Trying to get away with it is too narrow-minded; you should be recognized for your merits and awarded honors!
While the film crew went to shoot elsewhere, Xia Yu, who had a break, came to Massar's side.
"Battalion Commander Massar, how are your preparations going?"
Xia Yu asked.
He hasn't been to the rocket artillery battalion much these days, but he believes Massar wouldn't risk his future.
"Just look at the arms of my loaders and you'll know. These days I've been paying out of my own pocket to give them extra meals, with meat at every meal. They're eating better than me. Four of them can load a truck without even breaking a sweat."
Marçal pulled over the shirtless, muscular black man next to him and said.
Clothes are cumbersome and will only slow them down when carrying rockets; not wearing them is the fastest way.
"I believe that!"
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