Without the boss's personal care, the lifespan becomes meaningful.
Once this deployment of the Zoroastrians is over, we'll go back and replace everything that needs replacing with new ones.
"Boom boom boom boom"
In the latter half of the death march, laser-guided shells rained down on the crowd, and only then did the militants realize with astonishment that the shells were coming from directly in front of them.
"We can't go any further, and we can't retreat either. Let's run to the flanks!"
Knowing that going to Aisai was a dead end, even without the leader's orders, many mid- and lower-level leaders had no choice but to lead their men down a new path.
This change came a little too late. The number of players in the Zhāmali youth team had dropped to just over a thousand. In less than two days and nights, they had lost nearly a thousand men.
"Hmph, if they want to escape, keep the howitzer positions unchanged. Move the mortar and airborne rocket artillery positions to the flanks and keep bombarding them."
After finishing the last round of the day, Xia Yu returned to the camp and looked at the screen.
In the footage transmitted back by the drone, the remnants of the Zhāmali youth team fled to both flanks after cooking their meals, having already noticed the artillery fire blocking their path.
However, this was useless. They were looking at the mountain but their horses were exhausted from running out of time. Jihuo Defense had heavy transport helicopters that could be deployed quickly.
Let alone mortars and airborne rocket launchers, even howitzers can be easily deployed, as long as their range is sufficient, there's no need to go through unnecessary trouble.
"Yes, boss!"
"Splash splash"
As the sun set, the Sea Knights squadron, carrying ammunition supplies, flew away from the camp once again, bringing five artillery units to the new position.
During periods without air support, artillery fire must not cease; a sudden barrage of shells can exhaust the enemy to the greatest extent possible, destroying their already dwindling will to fight.
"Thump"
Inside the titanium alloy barrel, the exploding module propelled the 120mm mortar into the night sky.
"Er Mao is quite good at business. You can write a blessing on a mortar for $40, and you can get an 8.3% discount if you buy two at once."
After firing that shot, the tank crew, now converted to mortar crew, took out a cigarette, lit it on the scalding hot barrel, and started bragging and joking.
"It's fine that they're sending rockets, but I didn't expect them to have internet access and be able to stream live from the battlefield. I heard they're using Starlink."
Starlink Firepower also uses it, but only for medium- and long-term deployments at camps, since the package price is really cheap.
However, when it comes to combat operations, they all use dedicated encrypted satellite channels.
"Big Mao, they're not going to make that money."
"They can't do live streaming, so it's hard for them to compete with others with just photos and videos!"
The value of traffic is evident at this moment, but this is strictly prohibited in Jihuo Defense. Xia Yu's only live streaming platform is the museum.
Military tourism is inherently entertainment-oriented, and live streaming is a perfect way to expand its influence. PMC's approach is extremely unprofessional.
Jihuo Defense only provides its own backups of all video data to clients who require it, and its management is very strict.
"After the next round of shelling in an hour, feel free to draw or write anything with these 20 MH-1705 rounds!"
After finishing his cigarette, the temporary artillery squad leader spoke.
They draw and write not to make money, but because on the battlefield, you always have to find something to do.
Those who wrote good drawings on the bulletin board, and those who didn't have an artistic talent wrote words, some in Chinese and some in French, expressing their enthusiasm for the Champa youth team.
"Thump"
An hour later, the sound of cannons rang out again.
The extremely exhausted militants huddled together, not moving even when the shells were very close to them. They thought, "If I die, I die. I'll just say it's bad luck."
But there's no use in giving up; a mortar position can fire a total of 120 rounds in one night.
After daybreak, the drones launched their first wave of attacks, which continued until the morning when the Fighting Falcon Squadron launched bombing raids, followed by several rounds of attacks from the Hind Squadron in the afternoon, and ground forces then pursued and intercepted them.
This continued for several days, and the number of players in the Zhāmali Youth Team was further reduced to less than 500.
It's time to wipe them out completely and end this deployment.
On this day, the entire defense force launched a concentrated attack, with all village protection teams pressing forward to launch a final assault on the remnants of the defeated army that had been driven into the encirclement.
"Da da da"
Compared to the fierce firepower of the village protection team members with 10 magazines, the militants, who had been fleeing in disarray and were left with only one magazine in their guns, were powerless to fight back.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
The RPG shooter beside them was not to be outdone, firing slender pencils at the enemy as if they were free.
Well, most of the Soviet-made individual equipment for concentrated fire defense is really free, and there are tens of thousands of OG-7V anti-personnel high-explosive fragmentation grenades.
If you don't get rid of it now, it will expire if you keep it.
Once the Cold War-themed museum officially opens next year, you can fire as many shots as you want for $200 a shot.
Of course, before the tourists, it was the remnants of the Zumari Youth Team and the animals of the East Philippine Forest who were most aware of its power.
A single shot is fine, but one after another, it's really hard to keep up.
Because of the sheer number of them, there's bound to be shrapnel hitting them, and they don't even have helmets or bulletproof vests.
Socock owls, golden-rumped elephant shrews, and socock parrots were all trembling in fear; humans are terrifying.
"Charge!"
"Put-put-put"
The muscular, burly black man brandished his PKM and fired wildly. His backpack-style ammunition box contained 500 rounds of 7.62x54mm machine gun ammunition, which was more than enough to ensure continuous firepower.
The Slavs have their Superman, and Afica needs its own Superman too.
This airborne platoon of the village protection team, with its overwhelming firepower, quickly stormed into the position of the Zhomali youth team and eliminated all visible armed men.
But then again, which village's insurance team has an "airborne platoon" as its organizational structure?
Bogo Village!
Besides the airborne platoon, there's also the airborne company!
We can't let all those transport helicopters from Jihuo Defense and military transport planes from Jihuo Aviation Transport Company go to waste!
Frontline combat personnel are geared towards amphibious and mechanized standards, while second-line village protection teams are developing differentiated approaches to combat and logistical support.
Xia Yu's business empire also includes recruiting a large number of people to work abroad in the future.
This not only provides a job for skilled but underutilized individuals, but also solves the problem of surplus labor.
On a deeper level, this also means that Jihuo Defense will fully enter the security business, and will be short of manpower in the short term.
This was something Abdi had foreseen before his death.
"He is Abdi."
That evening, a village guard soldier unzipped Xia Yu's body bag, revealing a middle-aged Black man.
"It was him. He committed suicide a few days ago. His men buried his body on the spot, but we dug it up again."
Old Ke spoke first.
As the leader of the Champlain youth team, he wasn't as hated by Americans as Malim, but he was still worth $10 million. How could we not dig him out?
"It's all stinking. Put in more ice. Arrange for another helicopter to take us directly back to Kenniya. We should probably leave soon too," Xia Yu ordered.
He left the village protection team to deal with the remaining issues, while he led the main force back to Guo.
"Yes, boss!"
Just over five months later, the less than six-month-long deployment of the Zhmari was over, and Xia Yu returned to his loyal Konglujia.
After only two days of rest, he boarded the Sherlock and flew to Europe.
On the plane, the three little ones played and frolicked, preferring the Il-76mf to be in flight rather than standing still.
Shuke, still nestled in Dorothea's arms, watched anxiously, wishing he could join in.
They were heading back to Germany, and the plane graveyard in Kidal had a lot of empty parking spaces, so Xia Yu needed to buy some more to stock up.
Next, we need to discuss the use of another batch of aircraft.
It is said that the civil aviation industry has gradually emerged from the shadow of black swan events, but the war in Eastern Europe has cast another shadow over it.
War inevitably brings sanctions. Apart from a few wealthy individuals who are super VIPs at the Afica War Museum, many oligarchs in Russia have had their yachts seized, as have their planes.
Whether it's private or public.
Similarly, Russia has also seized a number of passenger planes in return, but the lack of easily damaged parts will gradually bring their Boeing and Airbus fleets to a standstill.
These are all things to come later. What just happened was that Germany seized three Russian An-124s, and Canada seized one.
The most abstract example is the one from Canada, which took off on the third day after the war. Isn't that obviously a cargo flight with no return trip?
But they took off and landed just like that, and then were smoothly detained again.
But confiscating them wouldn't have made a difference, since nobody in Canada knew how to fly them. So they found a crew from two countries to fly to Germany and put together a Ruslan squadron of four An-124s.
Handed over to Tungsten Kelan for operation
Antonov Airport has been destroyed, and the remaining An-124s are all high-value targets, worth a missile strike.
So they couldn't operate until the Firepower Air Transport Company, which had previously wet-leased An-225s and owned a squadron of three An-124s, made its debut.
Yes, the four seized An-124s will be temporarily handed over to Xia Yu for operation, and the profits will be split 50/50.
While he's in Germany, he can also discuss how to arrange the An-225.
"That's how it is, Alexei. I'm not authorized to handle these transport planes, but I will ensure their condition until the day the war ends."
Xia Yu was on the plane making a phone call and catching up with an old friend.
In business, the key is to avoid offending either side.
"Sherlock, what I understand is that the civil aviation industry hopes we can further deepen our cooperation in the future."
Alexei spoke up.
I didn't understand why Jihuo Defense was setting up an aircraft graveyard and aircraft dismantling plant. I thought Xia Yu's business was too mixed. Little did I know that it would become a lifeline.
"Is it just about commercial airliners? I think it's your area of expertise, so we could cooperate."
Xia Yu said with a hidden meaning.
The other side doesn't lack 152mm shells now, but it will be too late to look for them when they do. I'm mentioning it now so that we can cooperate better later.
“My old business will be out of business for a long time to come, so I have to go from being a seller to a buyer.”
Alexei said with a wry smile.
The production capacity and stockpile of all kinds of weapons, equipment and ammunition must be prioritized for use on the front lines. He felt that he might have turned from an arms dealer into an importer.
At that time, we will search the world for Soviet-made ammunition, since production ramp-up is too slow, and we will have to find readily available stock to fill the gaps in critical moments.
"That's easy to say, I'll give you a discount later."
Xia Yu said, taking full responsibility.
Afica has the most Soviet-made ammunition. They've stockpiled a lot of it while fighting their way through the enemy lines, and they still haven't cleared out their inventory.
This time, he got lucky. He sold everything he could, and for those with high profit margins, he even printed out a batch to mix with other shipments and made a hefty profit.
After Xia Yu hung up the phone, the Sherlock entered German territory.
After landing, I first took a car back to the European branch.
Over the years, the whole family had never stayed in this castle for more than a month. This time, however, they were able to stay for two weeks to relax their tense nerves.
However, what Xia Yu misses most is his old self-built house in his hometown. He hasn't been back for several years since the black swan event.
Hopefully, everything will be over before the Cold War-themed museum officially opens!
The wood in the fireplace crackled and burned, and Xia Yu's thoughts drifted back to her childhood.
Back then, the earthen stove was used to cook with straw, and wood was only used for stewing. In the damp and cold winter, the area in front of the stove was the warmest place.
Once abroad, it suddenly becomes a living room, losing that sense of privacy.
"Dad, let's go hunting! I want to eat ostrich meat."
Little Yuzu pointed to the antique hunting rifle hanging on the fireplace and said.
When his uncle told him there were ostriches nearby, he immediately perked up.
“Great! I’ve been craving them for years, but I’ve never had the time. This time I finally got my chance.”
Xia Yu readily agreed.
Afika has more ostriches, but he's busy beating people all day and has no time for hunting.
The arrival of Europeans has put them at ease, and it's nice to fulfill some of their long-held desires.
…………
"Bang"
Xia Yu pulled the trigger of his M30, and a 9.3x74mmr rifle bullet grazed the forehead of a large ostrich.
The startled ostrich spread its wings and ran wildly, but the next second:
"Bang"
Liv's Whitworth rifle also fired a large bullet, accurately blowing the moving ostrich in the head.
"Oh, Mom hit it! Mom hit it!"
Even though Xiaoyouzi can't play with the big gun, she still felt very involved, leading her younger siblings to celebrate with her mom. It's just that this hurt her dad's feelings a little!
Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
After speaking with the air of someone who's been there, the brother-in-law next to him twisted the throttle of the all-terrain vehicle and went over to carry the ostrich.
When my younger sister was little, she was great at hunting pheasants and ducks. Now that she's grown up and a parent herself, she's still as sharp at hunting ostriches.
To take down Xia Yu, a part-time sniper with extensive combat experience, is truly admirable!
That's probably talent; we can't learn it.
Besides Shuke, who is still drinking milk, one juvenile rhea is enough to feed the whole family of nine for several meals.
The extra can be offered to our guests who have come from afar.
Germans, Canadians, and people from Wukelan have all come to discuss the arrangements for transport planes that don't belong to them.
With the temporary addition of these four An-124s and a single An-225, the previously unknown Jihuo Air Transport Company suddenly became the world's largest privately owned air transport company.
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