Chapter 21： :Service attitude

It can be said that the safest battlefield in the world should be the war in Africa.

The "USA Today" military journal affiliated to the Gannett newspaper group once published a set of data in the early 1990s. From the first Afghan War to the Gulf War in 1991, mercenaries took on more and more tasks. It is heavier and more and more popular, but the death rate is also very high. About 20,000 mercenaries died in various battlefields!

The sacrifice rate reached 2.2%!

Correspondingly, on the African battlefield, except for a few real wars, most of them are like a joke.

The death rate of Buddhist shooting is the lowest. Most of the Namibian soldiers died on the tracks of their own tanks. Each of them thought they could outrun the tanks. The result is obviously tragic. Their fighting thinking has always been Docking on the basic concept of charge and counter charge, strictly speaking, they have not even reached the paramilitary level.

Bellier wave Beidayingkou.

It was three kilometers away from the center of the town in a straight line. It was previously planned as an industrial park, but after the war started, the merchants here had long since evacuated, and it became a battlefield in the north.

Pfft... Phew!

A mortar shell crossed the line of defense, fell straight in front of the armored vehicle, and exploded. The BTR-40 slammed the steering wheel, lifted the right tire slightly, and calmly bypassed the big hole created by the explosion.

"Oh! YES! The car **** is online."

Osborne raised his right hand and stared at the road ahead. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, but it was not lit. His body swayed with the bumps of the road. He lowered his eyebrows, and through the reflector, he grinned flamboyantly towards Witt.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly Tang Dao grabbed the handle and shouted loudly.

Osborn was startled, and saw a wall in front of him. It was too late to turn in the direction, so he gritted his teeth and bumped into it. The sharp corner pierced the wall, but he couldn't Because the site is not high enough, it just got stuck.

This stunned Barcelo and the others who followed him.

Fuck?

What is this operation?

BTR-40 can also be used as a road car?

"Boss...boss, should we follow?" The driving team member didn't know if his brain was short-circuited, so he turned his head and asked, the corners of Barcelo's mouth twitched angrily, follow up? Are you going to hit the wall too?

"Go sideways, idiot, do you want us to be a target?"

Barcelo pointed to a square open space and shouted, they could hide a few times behind the armored vehicle, but now that guy has opened the road again, and there is only one pickup truck on the entire avenue, this target is too high-profile, sure enough As soon as the voice fell, a shock was heard on the left side of the pickup, and the sound of gunfire was obvious.

"Sniper, retreat quickly." Barcelo's face was ugly, and he glanced at the rearview mirror. The sniper hiding in the dark obviously wanted to pump the fuel tank, but his technique was a bit leaky.

The driver was busy with a large steering wheel, turned in place, and dragged the exhaust gas into the corner.

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"Puff, bastard, the Department of Transportation should suspend your driver's license." Getting out of the car, Witt held his forehead a little swollen, but suddenly his forehead went numb, and he suddenly raised his head, his expression froze. .

There are more than a dozen strong men gathered around the house in front of them.

There is a burly man with a turban and an ammunition chain slung over his body, and an HK21 machine gun is sitting under his buttocks. He is holding poker cards in his hand, looking at the number of cards, as if he is playing bridge. Yan, also staring at Witt in a daze, the air was silent for a moment, but in the next second, the sound of cursing and swearing piled up.

"Fake! Fake!" The burly man jumped up, grabbed the HK21 machine gun, and pointed the gun at Witt and the others. He seemed to have a developed cerebellum, and his voice was a bit out of tune, ambiguous. Clear, but this action is not slow, the hand speed of pulling the trigger is unambiguous.

The other mercenaries also raised their weapons, these dozens of guns pointed at...

Witt resolutely persuaded, raised his hand, and said in English loudly, "Guys, I...we are an arms dealer, and we are here to give you warmth in this difficult situation." He was afraid that others would not understand, so he used Speak German and French once.

"Our boss is in the car." Witt sold Tang Dao without hesitation.

In fact, Tang Dao in the car was of course seen clearly through the window, but he shrank, and this idiot just went out.

He couldn't hear what was going on outside, but he could still see the weapon clearly. Apart from the HK21 machine gun, this group of people also had the Artimax machine gun developed by Singapore Chartered Industries. What's more, some people were carrying RPGs!

Nima B!

"It's really exciting." Osborn almost shrank his head under his buttocks.

His brain circuit is always different from others.

Suddenly, Tang Dao noticed that everyone outside was looking at him, and the eyes were a little scary. He whispered a dirty word, knowing that he should get out of the car at this time, and opened the door bravely, never facing through such a scene.

What is being pointed at with a gun?

I was overwhelmed by RPG!

"Cough." Tang Dao moistened his throat and tried his best to show himself a smile, but his face was still a little stiff. He was about to speak when he heard someone with a questioning tone, "Aren't all arms dealers trying Special gymnasium? They are terrible, last time, I asked them to send me some bullets, and I heard that there is still a war, Falk, let me find a place to hide first. "

Some people are obviously dissatisfied with the service attitude of the arms dealers.

This can be aimed at colleagues, Tang Dao naturally didn't mind adding insult to injury, nodded, and spread his hands, "They are just a bunch of vampires, but I am different, I am here to serve you sincerely, as long as you need the ammunition, Simple medicines, transporting the wounded... We can do it all, of course, if you want us to go to war directly, but my employees are not cheap, and we can discuss privately if needed."

Although the arms business has been around for a while, he doesn't have a service execution standard.

Like many itinerant vendors, he prefers to conduct transactions in a stable place. They are only considered businessmen and should not directly participate in the struggle between the two sides.

But Tang Dao doesn’t think so. He thinks that after all, he is a warmonger, who lives for war, and can do all derivative businesses related to war. In his previous life, he knew that many big companies also work part-time as battlefield rescue Make a call for help, and your own air strikes will be able to support you.

This is Tang Dao's ambition, and he also understands the importance of service. An arms dealer who is not afraid of bullets braves shells to deliver supplies and earn some living expenses. This kind of spirit is so great that he himself will be moved.

"Gentlemen, do you want to see my goods? Of course, if you want something, I can also buy it. The customer's demand is our motivation, and we will do our best to serve you." Tang Dao slipped away. I wasn't too scared anymore, and gestured to open the car door, pointed at them, and gave them a thumbs up, "Good stuff."

Finally someone couldn't help being curious, looked around at his friend, muttered a few words, and then walked out, "Let me take a look."

This person should be close to 190, and a few centimeters taller than Tang Dao, but he is so strong that his clothes can hold up. He pulled the car door, looked back twice, and his eyes lit up, "It's really good, But... are they all Soviet products?"

"These goods are resistant to resistance, and they are much thicker than the nobles in Europe. They are too hypocritical. We need rough people like us to go to the battlefield. They should go to the museum, so that those who want to feel the beauty of industry, but have no courage to go to the battlefield The idiots appreciate it."

Hearing the words, the other party nodded in agreement.

The weapons made by Lao Maozi are very close to their personalities. They are irritable, wild, rough and seemingly indestructible.

Their stuff always makes a name for themselves on the battlefield.

Tang Dao began to mutter in his heart, if the goods sold well, he would find someone to buy them himself, and then he would refit the NSV machine guns on pickup trucks and sell them to the Namibian rebels.

The wool has to find a few points and squeeze it together.

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