"We have news from Rheinmetall. They have found suitable candidates, and the crew members are currently undergoing joint training with the Austrian mountain mechanized infantry squad in Düsseldorf."
Xia Yu and Liv talked about the company's new employees.
He had seen these people's files, or rather, he had selected them from a pool of people.
However, since it is a brand new platform that has not yet been finalized, it is very necessary to receive initial joint training at the manufacturer. If any problems are found during the process, they can be resolved on the spot to prevent them from breaking down on the battlefield later.
When will these people arrive?
Liv asked.
"The personnel arrived before the vehicles, so they should be able to make it in time for the follow-up cleanup. As for the vehicles, we'll have to wait for the next deployment."
Shipping by sea takes ten days to half a month, and air freight is too expensive, plus it's not something I need urgently.
"Our field medics are going through retirement procedures and should be heading to Chung Fei with the vehicle crews and infantry squads."
Xia Yu then brought up the topic of military doctors.
Liv, who is less than four months pregnant, is not showing yet, but she will definitely be very pregnant by the next deployment. Her bulletproof vest will barely fit her and won't be suitable. The new doctor will be there to take over her duties.
“If she arrives with the crew, I would suggest that she learn how to drive the infantry fighting vehicle and how to operate the remote weapon station, so that she can get started faster.”
As a field medic in a concentrated fire defense unit, we don't need to ask for extremely high combat skills, but at least basic self-defense capabilities are required!
"I'll give them that suggestion next time we talk, but by the time their work gets underway, you should probably head back to Germany."
Xia Yu has placed an order for a used A319CJ, which is currently undergoing renovations in France, and he has requested that the other party reserve space for the stern section.
This was for escape. He had considered buying a Concorde, which was fast and could cruise at speeds of over Mach 2.
But after thinking about it, I decided against it. After all, the F-16 is not a supercruise fighter. It can only reach Mach 2 with afterburner, and its maximum range economic cruise speed is only Mach 0.8, which is similar to that of a passenger plane.
As for the claim that high speed allows for the absence of fighter escort, even the fastest speed can't outrun a missile!
Slow-flying portable anti-aircraft missiles can launch surprise attacks during your takeoff/landing phase.
Even at high altitude and level flight, there are proper anti-aircraft missiles. The Buk missile can shoot down a Tu-22m, and it can also take down a Concorde with a similar speed in one shot.
The safest option is still a two-aircraft relay escort, plus a backup ejection cockpit.
Using the system's modification capabilities, Xia Yu made some improvements to the original F-111 ejection cockpit.
For example, all the useless flight instruments were removed, and two child seats were installed in the empty spaces.
A family should be complete, right? Regardless of whether the first child is a boy or a girl, he will want a second child. If the arrangement is like this, two adults and two children can sit down.
Another step was to adapt the ejection cockpit to the dimensions of the A319CJ's tail section so that it could fit inside.
The deployment of explosives capable of severing the entire tail section, titanium alloy armor to prevent the cockpit from being completely severed by the continuous rod warhead, radar and infrared warning aircraft to provide early warning during the unescorted phase—these can be implemented after the aircraft is delivered.
However, he already has a car for taking care of the kids and grocery shopping, and he also owns several high-performance supercars, but he still doesn't have a Maybach boss car for the head of the family.
Let's set a small goal for next year: I'll definitely get a new car next year.
Without chatting with his wife for long, Xia Yu glanced at the time and turned on the radio to contact Hans.
"Calling the meerkat, this is the yellow weasel. How's the situation over there?"
"We still have more than half of the artillery shells left, but we're almost out of machine gun ammo."
In half a night, the two tanks and four machine guns fired tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition. The gun barrels were replaced several times inside the vehicles. Finally, they reduced the number of armed personnel from the anti-Baraka headquarters to single digits.
But now they're out of bullets and can't deal with the reinforcements that are about to arrive in the town.
There was a little ammunition left on the inland river combat boat, but they went to pick up the frogman team, so they had to rely on Xia Yu for ammunition resupply.
"I'll have Foxbat set off now. We can rest for a bit and then wait to collect the airdrop!"
Xia Yu then contacted Lao Li, and the long-awaited C-160 accelerated and took off from the dirt runway, speeding towards the target town.
They had the same supplies as the Chinook, but bullets were much cheaper. Hans and his men hadn't cleared out all the people, so the airspace above the target town was unsafe. In addition, they needed to airdrop personnel, so they could only use tactical transport planes for high-altitude drops.
There were 8 frogmen, 3 on the ship, and only 2 on the Tiger armored vehicle. Of the company's more than 20 combat employees, only half were deployed for this operation; the other half were currently in the cargo hold of the C-160.
Now it's their turn to take the stage, and Xia Yu has to step back a little.
…………
Clutching a refurbished Arrow-2mm anti-aircraft missile from the old Tungsten Kelama, Mocombe hid in a corner, his eyes somewhat vacant.
They're all dead. They didn't wait for the reinforcements that should have arrived long ago. His remaining skilled men were spotted one by one by drones and then concentrated fire from heavy machine guns, leaving only a few survivors.
And so, not a single fighter jet or helicopter from Jihuo Defense appeared.
The portable anti-aircraft missile he bought for tens of thousands of yuan has become a fire poker.
Mocom couldn't help but think that even if the medium-range air defense missiles he ordered arrived, there wouldn't be any planes to shoot them down.
"Buzz"
The roar of engines could be heard from high in the distance.
It's an airplane!
Old Mo instantly perked up. Since he couldn't escape being stabbed in the head today anyway, he might as well go all out and drag down a plane from Jihuo Defense to take the fall.
"Beep beep beep"
Um
He slung the missile over his shoulder and aimed it at the direction from which the movement in the sky was coming, but Mocomb waited for a long time without receiving the lock-on notification.
That's not right. The seller told him the missile had an upgraded OGO36-45 seeker, not the outdated version, so why can't it lock?
The altitude isn't high enough. The noise level of a turboprop transport plane at high altitude is about the same as that of a fighter jet at low altitude.
When the C-160 is flying at an altitude of 5,000 meters, it is seven or eight kilometers away from Mocombe in a straight line, making it impossible for any portable anti-aircraft missile to lock onto it.
But his big move immediately exposed him to Paul's view.
"Bang"
Pulling the trigger, Mocomb, who was standing there stunned, was taken out by a single .338 sniper round.
That's not a bad way to die; his henchmen were all getting their fill of bullets.
"Whoosh!"
The tail hatch opened, and two airdrop containers slid down the cargo hold rails one after another, with the two digital teams jumping out one after another.
Umbrellas unfurled in the night sky, fluttering in the gentle breeze as they flew toward their destination town.
After landing, without even bothering to close their parachutes, Group 3, along with the mixed groups of Groups 1 and 2, quickly moved towards the airdrop crate. The two tanks, having run out of ammunition, also approached from the front and back.
So half the men were responsible for guarding the area, and the other half were responsible for loading ammunition.
Besides bullets, the box also contained several barrels of diesel fuel, which have now all been added to the tank's fuel tank.
"This makes me feel safer. Calling the quokka, what's the situation around here?"
Hans contacted Lao Liu to inquire about the surrounding situation.
"The ones that arrived quickly have all been destroyed. Only a few reinforcements that are far away and slow are left. They haven't entered the surveillance range yet."
After exchanging information with the Roaring Eagle crew, Lao Liu replied.
This is normal. The anti-Baraka group is just a militia. Even if they can beat the government army, it's still just fighting, not marching.
It's already quite impressive that two or three reinforcements arrived so quickly in complete darkness; the rest won't arrive until dawn at the earliest.
“We have more than three hours to gather everyone in town and conduct screening.”
Hans issued the orders according to the pre-arranged battle plan.
Villages run by armed men may be inhabited entirely by militants, but towns they run definitely still have civilians, and schools there haven't even closed.
After all, if you're involved in the opposition with your family, your children still need to go to school.
Previously, Boy Scouts were recruited from ordinary families by kidnapping them; of course, people wanted their own children to study as much as possible.
But like begets like, and a rat's son knows how to dig a hole. When the teacher asked these people what their children's ideals were when they grew up.
They are most likely ruthless bandits, terrorists, or warlords and generals who control their own territories.
Even knowing that these children have a low success rate and are more likely to become people who take revenge on society than to become useful members of society, Xia Yu still will not harm them because the United Nations will take care of them.
Or perhaps the children's foundation has a budget for this, hoping that they can grow up smoothly and not go astray like their parents!
Otherwise, he would have sent them down to reunite with their father.
Two teams began clearing people out of each room. Those who didn't have guns but had calluses on their hands were first tied up with nylon restraints. Children were also searched.
Finding large sums of money in the search results is nothing unusual, but finding small revolvers and hand grenades is still quite shocking.
These are their toys.
Xia Yu's approach is much wilder than Lao Mei's redneck kids. Light weapons are really dangerous. At most, Xia Yu lets the kids play with machine guns when an adult is watching, which is safer.
Soon, after a shivering night, the civilians, finally able to wait until the dust settled, were gathered together.
Sergei told them to report on each other to see if any anti-Baraka militants were mixed in with the crowd.
Those who were tied up with cable ties were released on the spot if three or more people vouched for them; those who had no vouchers were made to squat quietly for the time being.
With the corpses strewn all over the ground as a deterrent, everyone cooperated, and they quickly caught three who had escaped.
The teachers at the town school also pointed out several children they usually dared not discipline, but several black women held them tightly and wouldn't let Sergei and his group take them away.
Ask the elderly people nearby and you'll find out what happened; they were all the children's mothers.
That's right, it involved raping a woman to give birth.
In Afica, where AIDS is not a fatal disease, there are few contraceptive methods, and the probability of pregnancy from sexual assault is very high. Half of the children here are born this way.
Their mother simply bought the other half.
After so many years of civil war, it's normal for them to save up enough money to buy a bride, but the concentrated firepower killed their husbands.
The women looked at Sergei and his group, then at the towering tanks, their eyes filled with hatred and confusion. They didn't know where their future lay for themselves and their children.
"That's how war is. Too many people are swept up in it, their lives either come to an abrupt end or their fates are completely rewritten."
The second brother turned his head and said.
"That's why we need a strong country. You only realize what it means to be in dire straits and struggle for food and survival when you go abroad."
Lao Si's tone was also filled with emotion.
Compared to the heavy atmosphere outside, things were much easier for the instructors.
"Come and see what I found! This whole stack is crocodile skin."
Leonardo shouted out from a well-ventilated warehouse.
Sure enough, they were all skinned alive by the anti-Baraka people!
The four frogmen who had previously conducted on-site reconnaissance understood why there were no adult narrow-snouted crocodiles in the nearby waterways.
They're exploiting the situation to the point of exhaustion, leaving behind juvenile forms, but the number of juveniles that can grow to adulthood is extremely small.
"I said raccoon, the only thing in the house is crocodile skin."
Old K asked Leonardo.
Even with the so-called wild-caught advantage, a single adult crocodile skin can only sell for a maximum of six or seven hundred euros, and even if there were a hundred skins, it would only cost sixty or seventy thousand euros.
"My goodness, there's even ivory in this house."
He shone the flashlight again and made a major discovery.
Ivory is much more valuable than crocodile skin, and the interested crowd gathered around.
Piles of ivory, their stubble stained with blood, lay in a corner of the warehouse, numbering nearly a hundred.
"How much does a kilogram of ivory cost on the black market now?"
Tom picked up a piece of ivory weighing over ten kilograms and asked Lawrence beside him.
"It seems to cost $5,000."
So there are several million dollars just from this.
"Killing elephants for their tusks is too cruel. I still prefer mammoth ivory products. When I was a child, my father and I dug up a young adult mammoth."
Leaning against the doorframe, holding his sniper rifle, Paul spoke with deep reminiscence.
"Impressive, but didn't you dig up any Tiger or Leopard types from the Pallas's cat?"
Leonardo asked Paul.
He's been really into watching videos of the "digging dirt" party lately.
“My home is in Siberia. You know Siberia? The Germans never invaded our area.”
Paul said after cutting off the radio.
Their company doesn't have any German combat employees, but it does have quite a few technical employees.
Moreover, there's something he hasn't said yet: although Siberia doesn't have Tiger or Leopard rifles, it has plenty of "German bastards" buried in the ground.
Of course, some were physically strong enough to survive and start a family and career on the spot.
Helena Bonham Carter, the German pop star who shares the same surname as Liv Hans, is of German-Ossirian descent. She was born in a small town in Siberia and later returned to her hometown.
"Why am I not German? I get a little shaky when I hear about Siberia."
Mariano's tone sounded a little unnatural.
"Maybe you're just more sensitive to the cold. Look at the lynx, it's perfectly fine!"
Paul looked at Rob as he spoke.
"People in our area like to live near the United States. My home is located relatively far north, so the temperature in winter is only around minus thirty degrees Celsius."
Rob said with a smile.
After getting a girlfriend, he started smiling more often than before.
"I've heard that there are mammoths in Canada, but that's not the point. The point is what to do with the tusks of these forest elephants now."
Paul steered the conversation back on track.
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