Of course you can, just wait for the right opportunity to strike.
Xia Yu turned and walked through the rows of World War II armored vehicles, casually picking out a StuG III assault gun and a Krupp-manufactured StuG IV assault gun and storing them in the garage.
Tanks are a bit too difficult; it would be much easier to start with assault guns.
"Ding~~"
Just as Xia Yu was about to leave, a pleasant and melodious notification sound rang in his mind.
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully defeated the rebels and ended an armed rebellion in a country. You have been awarded the title of Regional Guardian and unlocked the Vehicle Assistance Module - Basic Autopilot Sub-module.]
Here it comes! The system has finally unlocked a new feature. He was wondering why he heard the grey parrots in the woods singing this morning; it turns out there was some good news waiting for him.
"Primary autonomous driving submodule?"
In recent years, the development of new energy vehicles has been rapid, and the popularity of autonomous driving has also been hyped up.
If these medieval humans were already using these technologies, then future humans would naturally have even greater technological reserves; it's just that the system hasn't been unlocked yet.
However, what exactly does this "beginner" mean?
Xia Yu sat in the driver's seat of the little antelope and began to study it.
So that's how it is. In order to alleviate the driver's fatigue and improve the user experience of the system, this submodule can automatically control the vintage vehicle to run continuously for a certain period of time.
It means that they cannot fight, but can drive.
Xia Yu opened his right hand, and a silver-white metal USB flash drive lay in his palm.
This is the external control key for the primary autopilot submodule. It has a rather retro design. However, since the Gazelle is an old aircraft developed in the 1970s, even this later model would not have a Type-A slot.
No problem, just pop it into any opening and the metal USB drive melts into the dashboard like liquid.
"Buzz~~"
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~~"
The engine started automatically, and the propeller began to rotate.
Xia Yu's hands were not on the control stick or collective pitch stick, and the little antelope carried him out of the canyon and flew towards the direction of Bogo Village.
Driving should be a pleasure, but driving for more than ten hours straight turns that pleasure into torture.
Only on the battlefield can one forget this pain. With the intervention of autonomous driving for daily commuting, Xia Yu can also better focus on her work.
Of course, the crew's actions were out of the question; they'd become a supernatural event.
Xia Yu mostly uses helicopters and fighter jets for transportation, and taking a nap in the cabin is very helpful for restoring energy.
After flying over Bogo village, the helicopter continued towards the port, unloaded the two assault guns in the warehouse, and took off again to the airport.
"Boss, hurry up, we're waiting for you."
Hans stood at the stern hatch of the C130-H and shouted loudly at Xia Yu.
This guy has no consideration for the boss at all; Domi has already driven a tow truck over to help.
In fact, if the Gazelle's sleds were modified to be movable and the rotors were folded, it could easily fit into the Hercules' cargo hold.
It can fit, but only one helicopter, so there's absolutely no need to waste space by bringing another one.
After disengaging from autopilot and removing the USB drive, Xia Yu simply clipped it to her keychain.
Domi dragged the helicopter into the hangar, and Liv, who had changed her clothes, came out with him.
Her usually loose short hair looked like it was tied up in a small bun before the surgery.
He wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest, but had three custom-made bullet tubes attached to his chest, fitted with high-spring-force springs that were much more reliable than the original ones.
The cost has also increased significantly. For individual users, it only means an increase in budget, but for public equipment, more considerations will be taken into account.
This is also why the Bison was replaced by the PP-19-01 Warrior submachine gun. The similar design used magazine feeding again, but the AK-shaped gun and the slender magazine looked a bit awkward.
"The gun arrived?"
John's goods hadn't arrived before Xia Yu left the village.
"Yeah, the stock is a bit long."
Liv compared them briefly.
"I'll measure your shoulder length later and get you a shorter one."
The system's printing center can handle the fine machining of simple parts, making it easy to print a folding gunstock.
"Thank you, boss!"
Liv expressed her gratitude.
"No need to thank me, just take care of yourself."
After Xia Yu finished speaking, he told the two of them to board the plane, as they were about to depart.
The C130-H, fully fueled, soared into the sky. Liv, who was riding in a military transport plane for the first time, was a little nervous, but luckily she had a talkative brother to help relieve the stress.
"This is nothing. My boss and I wouldn't even panic if we were locked onto by anti-aircraft missiles in the sky..."
That sounds exciting, but does my brother have that kind of ability?
No, definitely not. He was just throwing bombs from the ballast in the back seat; the one showing off his skills the whole time was the boss.
"So that plane in the sky was yours. I thought it was Busa's."
Liv was also on the scene, but she was quite far away. She could only hear the explosions, but couldn't see the battle.
This is what true air combat is all about. It's hard to get a full picture from the ground, and you're more likely to be shot down in the air. Only during a post-battle analysis can you see the whole battle clearly.
"There are no fighter jets left in Busa. Those few Su-25s can be repaired and sent to skirmish. The SAM-24 will be a bit difficult, but the SAM-9 can definitely shoot it down."
Hans dismissively explained the facts to his sister.
That's how ground-licking aircraft are; even if you replaced them with an A-10, the result would be the same.
Those capable of resistance must be attacked from beyond visual range; only those unable to resist should be dealt with with full force.
"That's amazing!"
"Impressive, huh? Hahahaha!"
Hearing his sister say this, Hans laughed heartily, unaware that the person she was referring to was someone else entirely.
Someone wearing sunglasses closed their eyes to rest and slept all the way to Madagascar.
The engine was stopped for refueling. People went to the restroom or had a late-night snack. It was almost midnight.
When the C130-H took off again, someone noticed something was wrong.
"What's going on? Why are we flying towards the Indian Ocean? We've already passed Maurice Lagoon, and the plane doesn't have enough fuel to get to Australia!"
Anton said, fiddling with his Garmin GPS.
His words jolted the drowsy crowd awake. "No way, how can it fly without fuel?"
"It can still fly without fuel. It's the 21st century, don't you know about in-flight refueling?"
Xia Yu, who had just woken up, unbuckled his seatbelt, got up, stretched, and said...
Flying from the west coast of Afica to Oceania is too painful. A commercial airliner can fly tens of thousands of kilometers on a full tank of fuel, but their old turboprop military aircraft can only fly 4,000 kilometers at most (not fully loaded).
There are no airports for refueling in the Indian Ocean, so flying in a straight line is definitely not an option, and taking a detour is too troublesome. Xia Yu simply chose to refuel in the air and fly directly to Ao Daliyah.
"Then...the Americans don't have aerial refueling tankers either!"
"As long as the French have it, that's fine. They gave me a big discount on my first order."
Xia Yu refers to ARES, a PMC company that specializes in aviation business.
During the last company defense battle, he shot down the enemy pilot, but that didn't stop them from wanting to develop Xia Yu into their new client.
The opportunity came just like that. Their C-135FR tanker aircraft happened to be deployed on the east coast of Afica at that time. Xia Yu only needed to inquire for a while and got a favorable quote.
"A tanker refueling a transport plane? That's insane!"
As a non-professional, it is indeed hard to imagine, because in movies, tankers are always used to refuel fighter jets. Who knew that helicopters, early warning aircraft, and transport aircraft could also be refueled, as long as the aircraft has a pre-installed refueling port or refueling probe.
This second-hand C130-H aircraft has a refueling port, located on the top behind the cockpit, but it has never been used.
After Xia Yu confirmed that the refueling system was working, he gave them a free maintenance service, but the two pilots still had no confidence at all.
There was no other way but for him to do it himself.
After flying 3,800 kilometers on the C-130-H, the C-135FR, which was flying 50 kilometers away, accelerated and arrived over the Hercules.
The employees watched Xia Yu nervously. Their boss was skilled at flying fighter jets and had flown transport planes very steadily last time, but aerial refueling was no small matter, especially since it was boom refueling.
The C-135FR has a total of three refueling systems: a rigid centerline tube, flexible hoses on both sides of the wings, and a central refueling tube.
The fuel inlet on the top of the aircraft can only be inserted with a rigid pipe, which requires absolute cooperation between both parties.
Without a word, Xia Yu entered the cockpit and took control of the entire aircraft, maintaining the Hercules's stable flight.
"Calling the wet nurse! Calling the wet nurse! The Big Black Bull is ready to receive oil, stance..."
Turn on the radio and report the aircraft's attitude, speed, and altitude.
"Nanny received, maintain your posture, prepare to receive the oil."
After the pilot finished speaking, he began to descend the C-135FR to a synchronized altitude and gave a signal to the aerial refueling operator (ARo).
Former US Air Force Sergeant Stephen lay prone in the tail section of the aircraft, manipulating the rigid telescopic tube on the fuselage's central axis to slam it into the back of Hercules' head.
"Click~~"
The refueling boom was locked in place, and the two aircraft were "connected".
"Buzz~~"
The refueling pump starts, pumping aviation kerosene into the empty tanks of the C130-H at a rate of 6,000 pounds per minute.
The British Air Force only uses hoses for refueling, but joint military exercises and operations inevitably require refueling friendly forces, so Stephen's skills are quite good, and he succeeded on the first try.
Of course, even if he fails, Xia Yu's micro-management will guarantee him a minimum success.
Less than ten minutes later, the fully fueled C130-H detached from the C-135FR and continued flying due east.
Everyone on board breathed a sigh of relief. This first refueling experience was quite exciting. Unfortunately, they didn't know there was something even more exciting: refueling in subspace, where the fuel gauge would reverse.
This concludes the $200,000 in-flight refueling service.
Among the various consumption categories, PetroChina was the cheapest, but it was still a bit more expensive than refueling directly at the airport, at $1,000 per ton, and a total of less than 30 tons were refueled.
The main expenses for the old C-135FR are the operating costs of over 10,000 per hour, plus the salaries of the crew members.
ARES should be able to earn around 100,000. Xia Yu felt that the fee was not expensive, at least much cheaper than operating a refueling aircraft himself. Ji Huo Defense didn't even have its own transport aircraft at the moment, so leasing services were the most suitable approach at this stage.
Of course, there will be bread, and there will be a fleet of planes.
With its own fleet, Jihuo Defense will be able to expand beyond Afica and, like large corporations, achieve global deployment capabilities.
I hope that day comes soon; it's so difficult to even fly a small hill now.
As dawn broke, after passing several islands, Xia Yu in the cockpit could already see the coastline; they had arrived.
"call……"
Calling the Tuohuang Air Force by radio, fighter jets can penetrate at low altitude and high speed. Such a large transport plane cannot be hidden. Honestly reporting is their only feasible course of action.
After receiving clearance to land, the C130-H landed on the runway at Perth Bollers Air Force Base.
"Boom!"
As soon as they landed, an F-15 took off.
"There aren't any F-15s in Ao Taiya, are there?"
"Hans asked, leaning against the porthole."
"They don't have any, but the neighboring Xinjiakou does. This Bohr Air Force Base is home to their 130th 'Eagle' trainer squadron. Logically, it should only have PC-21s. Maybe it's for rotational training, with F-15SGs from other places training here."
Xia Yu stepped out of the cockpit and said.
He had done his homework. New Chiayi is such a small place that an air force fighter jet could easily intrude into another country's airspace with a simple afterburner. It would be better to place the fighter jets directly at overseas bases.
This way, even if the country falls, the planes outside can still be shot back, instead of being wiped out by the enemy in one fell swoop.
However, these new Canadians are quite wealthy. In addition to the F-15, they also have the F-16, and now they even want to buy the F-35. The US is quite good at winning them over.
With its stronghold at the Strait of Malacca, it's practically guaranteed a comfortable life; this is just the tip of the iceberg.
"Let's go, let's get off the plane."
As Xia Yu stepped out of the C130-H's tail hatch, he saw Old Ke, wearing sunglasses, leading three burly men to greet him.
"Boss, we finally meet again. Let me introduce you. This is your new boss, Mr. Sherlock. His company has made a name for itself from the west coast of Afica to the east coast in just one year. Don't be fooled by the fact that only I received the award; he is the true uncrowned king. He eliminated all the terrorists who entered the country from the Kumari Youth Team in the shortest possible time."
Christian first introduced Xia Yu to the three people.
He may have said these things before, but repeating them in front of both sides established Xia Yu and Ji Huo Defense's image.
"It's a pleasure to see you all here, and I thank you for joining the Jihuo Defense family. I hope we can get along well."
Xia Yu said only a few words before handing the microphone back to Lao Ke.
"Boss, let me introduce you. This is Tom, who used to be the assault soldier in the team. SbS's specialty is using the MP5 to engage in close combat with the enemy, so the strongest person in the team is the assault soldier."
Tom, who is over 35 years old, has hair that is only the length of a finger, but he has a thick beard and looks very capable.
I wonder if his clients feel pressured when he teaches people to scuba dive.
"Compared to England, Australia is a good place, but Christian is so old and still shining brightly. It makes me wonder if I retired a little too early. Perhaps returning to the battlefield is a good choice. Thank you for letting us join."
Tom said, holding Xia Yu's hand.
"It's a bit early. You should retire with a million pounds in savings."
As Xia Yu spoke, he punched Tom in the chest.
It's rock hard!
"This is Daniel, our all-rounder and dog trainer. He's the best at training Corgis."
Corgis can also be used as military dogs, but they are mainly used as search and rescue dogs. This is because they have a low chassis and are based on cattle dog traits, making them relatively easy to train. However, in SbS (Self-Propelled Water), they might have some difficulty dog paddling in the water.
"Shh~~"
Before shaking hands with the other person, Xia Yu whistled.
"Woof~ woof~ woof~~"
Big Yellow and Big Black barked and jumped out of the cabin, circling around Xia Yu's legs.
"The two of them have been a great help since they joined the fire defense team. It's more like they're guiding us than us guiding them. After all, we're not professionals. With you joining us, I believe things will be much better."
Xia Yu said solemnly to Daniel.
Fortunately, the two military dogs had a good foundation, received comprehensive training, and had a strong sense of self-management; otherwise, they would have been ruined by these self-taught dog trainers.
"Leave it to me, but is this girl pregnant?"
Daniel crouched down, hugged Big Yellow tightly, and stroked its belly as he spoke.
Wow, this must be a gynecological expert!
Xia Yu couldn't help but look at Liv, only to receive an innocent look in return.
She studied surgery, and although she did an internship in obstetrics and gynecology, that wasn't in a pet hospital!
"Yes, she is pregnant, but the pregnancy is still early in the pregnancy."
If the pregnancy is in the early stages, the embryos will be small, and even experienced women may have difficulty determining the number, but pregnancy is certain.
Everyone looked at Dahei, who had quietly gotten himself killed by the British military. Xia Yu had saved him from the jaws of death, and now he was even a dog's father. He must have saved the dog world in his past life!
"Daniel, when will you give birth?"
Christian quickly asked.
Big Yellow had puppies, one of which was reserved for his daughter.
"After the training camp ends, we'll go to Afica."
Daniel made a professional assessment: the average gestation period for a Malinois is 63 days, but anything between 58 and 68 days is normal.
"That's fine, go back and rest after childbirth."
Foreigners don't quite understand what postpartum care is, but the arrival of a new life is always a joyous occasion.
"This is Lawrence. I call him Lawrence the Arab because he really speaks Arabic. He's the team's translator, marksman, and best boat handler."
Lao Ke introduced the last member to Xia Yu.
Top special forces members are all versatile, but even though Lawrence, the youngest of the three, is skilled in so many things, he wasn't called a versatile person by Christian, which shows that Daniel is even more capable.
Yes, he is also skilled in first aid, interrogation, underwater demolition, close combat... ranking in the top 10% of the team, making him a true expert.
Unfortunately, even after retiring, he can only work as a diving instructor. He can barely use his first aid skills; the rest are all destructive skills. Only in the chaotic world of Afika can he have a chance to demonstrate his abilities.
If he were to use these skills in Ao Daliya, he would probably become a notorious bandit. The special police force would definitely not be able to handle him; they would need to use infantry fighting vehicles and attack helicopters.
Of course, Xia Yu needs Daniel, as well as talents like Tom and Lawrence.
With the addition of Christian, the three of them as instructors will undoubtedly be a great success. Hopefully, Groups 1 and 2 can withstand their loving guidance.
"Then, they'll be in your hands for the next month."
The two teams of 12 stood in a row, receiving the attention of the four instructors.
"Boss, you can rest assured and leave it to us!"
Tom, who was in charge, said with a smile.
He liked "newcomers" the most. He didn't even need to look at them to know that these young men lacked experience and were only at the level of the elite members of the Marine Corps assault brigade.
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