The next day, three people were busy in the hangar.
Although I haven't studied mechanical repair professionally, I deal with equipment all the time, so I just need to follow the standards in the engineering manual.
They are dismantling the rocket pod and the Gatling gun pod at the front.
The system can handle this with a single click, but the company needs to grow and expand, and Xia Yu can't be a babysitter forever.
He unloaded the emptied Ub32 rocket pod from the pylon, and Hans controlled the hangar crane to transfer it to a mobile cart next to it, which was then pushed by Domi to the accessories area against the wall.
The whole process was very smooth because they did it every time after a live-fire exercise, so they were naturally very familiar with it.
Similarly, the supply and maintenance of the T-64B1M and Weasel A3 were also handled by themselves.
The more familiar you are with the food you eat, the less likely it will let you down at crucial moments.
However, after this disassembly and maintenance, they will not be put back together for the time being, because they are flying to Busa tomorrow.
Even if you have connections like Meng Qiao, you can't just swagger into the capital; everything depends on the photo on the "vehicle registration certificate."
"Hans, you've been in Mari, have you ever seen special forces in your unit?"
Xia Yu wanted to learn from their experience.
He was quite experienced in recruiting technical personnel such as drivers, tank commanders, and gunners.
He was completely unfamiliar with special forces and reconnaissance soldiers.
The closest one was the selection before I was discharged from the army. There were three people on the other side. The one leading the team said at the finish line that it was a pity for Xia Yu. He said that if he came again next year, he would definitely be selected.
There won't be a next year. Next year, Xia Yu will go back to his hometown to operate an excavator.
Although it was a little disappointing, the other person's demeanor still left an impression on him.
To describe it more precisely, it would be sharp and fearless!
Desensitization training involves having bullets hit your feet without causing any change in your expression; Xia Yu definitely couldn't do that.
"Yes, KSK sent people. I had a small team in my car at the time."
It wasn't a secret; Hans just casually mentioned it to his boss.
"They are all newcomers to the team and were sent to experience the atmosphere of actual combat."
"If there's anything special about them, it's that they like to cover their faces even in the sweltering heat, like counter-terrorism elites. I still prefer the way the Germans wear their hoods."
Xia Yu didn't react for a moment; wasn't that...?
Yes, it's the Japanese devils' ass curtain.
Xia Yu could imagine what Hans looked like at that time, and she held back her laughter.
It's a bit ugly, but it's quite useful in the desert environment of Marie. I heard that the Meyer hat from World War II also had this design.
At least Hans didn't get a sunburned neck, but Xia Yu had absolutely no desire to try it.
We have impeccable revolutionary credentials, with records for three generations, and we have absolutely no colonel-like qualities.
"After they leave the military, do many of them go on to work in the PMC industry?"
"Yes, that was the manager at the mine before. I suspect the length of his belt is due to his belly."
Hans gestured exaggeratedly.
The long-awaited federal fat otaku has finally appeared. Xia Yu didn't expect that guy to be such an old KSK.
"I'm referring to mercenary-like PMC employees who are on the front lines."
Xia Yu set the conditions.
"There are also those who are warmongers, like myself, who can't adapt to domestic society."
Serving in the military for a long time can lead to a disconnect from society. Hans returned to Afica because he felt out of place, but he didn't expect that life in the mines would be even more boring.
"So, do you have any good suggestions for selecting people tomorrow?"
Xia Yu wanted to hear more different voices.
"Black people are cheap but they are rough at work. Among white people, Mao has his own PMC group, and Er Mao likes to go abroad to get citizenship before working. Citizens only charge one level more than black people. Asians are rare but exist, and their presence is about the same as that of the North American gang."
Hans racked his brains and offered sharp critiques of these PMC forces by region.
The North American group has a low profile, not only because their prices are too high, but also because the central part of Afica is mostly French-speaking, making it difficult for them to break in.
“I suggest either hiring a Black person or a white person.”
Hans's term "secondary Mao" does not specifically refer to the Russians, but rather to all Slavic peoples other than the Russians.
As the mainstay of the PMC industry, they truly embody cost-effectiveness, or rather, they can't command a high price because they are not nationalized.
The truth is always harsh. Leaving aside the PMC circle, if they go to Western Europe, they can only work illegally or engage in certain unspeakable professions.
"We'll see. We don't want the kind of people who join the company."
Xia Yu didn't have high hopes for the Black guys when it came to fighting alongside infantry fighting vehicles, even though they were already battle-hardened in the Afica region.
He has a higher opinion of emerging teams in Eastern Europe that want to make a name for themselves and maintain their independence.
The young man who just came out was still full of energy and had a better sense of organization than the black guy.
Xia Yu can only offer a short-term contract, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
The next morning, the three boarded the Mi-24V and took off for Busa, 600 kilometers away.
If Xia Yu just flies in a north-northeast direction, he can reach Panaka in less than 500 kilometers. But the battle to quell the rebellion has not yet begun. He can go again next time!
Two hours later, at the same airport as before, Xia Yu first visited Meng Qiao.
He received reliable information that the Ministry of Defense had signed contracts with three French PMC companies, primarily known for their white top hats, with an estimated total value of over 100 million euros.
It's a lucrative business, but the three companies will have to provide over 1,000 armed personnel for at least two months of combat.
After deducting all costs, each company's profit is only over 10 million euros.
This is the initial contract; there will definitely be supplementary agreements and additional investments later.
To put it more vividly, the battlefield is like a card table; you can't just go all in right away. It's a process of constantly adding chips.
Xia Yu estimates his net profit to be around 10 million euros, while his team consists of only 3 people, and the equipment combat project on the front lines is outsourced.
10 million euros in two months—that's a money-making speed comparable to a human printing press.
Not everyone has a systematic approach; most people simply can't learn it.
"Besides these three companies, there are also some small companies and mercenary groups. We generally don't sign direct contracts with them; professional labor service companies take care of them."
Meng Qiao and Xia Yu explained the specifics.
I never expected this. Even if I don't go to the factory to tighten screws, I can't escape being exploited by the intermediary. The so-called PMC labor service is not a charity. They will definitely take a cut per person.
"They are currently stationed at the neighboring Saidam military camp. If you want to recruit people, you can go there and take a look."
"The Ministry of Defense has allocated an initial budget of 20 million euros to Konluga, and in addition to you, you will also be sending a team of about 200 people over there."
They are fighting on two fronts this time, and even a feint attack from a secondary force requires them to gather sufficient strength.
These 200 PMC employees, combined with 400 veterans, make up a reinforced battalion.
Xia Yu didn't know how strong their fighting ability was, but he knew that these 200 people were there to compete with him for the contract.
Based on a budget of 800 euros per person per day (employees do not receive their pay), regardless of the results in two months, the total is 9.6 million euros, which is a guaranteed income.
No, he has to roll it up.
Even though their company only has 3 full-time employees, they are still a level above these 200 mercenaries.
"Then I'll take my leave now, General Monjo. See you in Panaka!"
"Okay, see you in Panaka!"
Xia Yu and Meng Qiao shook hands and said goodbye.
Having achieved his goal, he went out to meet up with Hans and the others, and together they headed to the Saidam camp.
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