King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1692: 1384

Capítulo 1692: Chapter 1384

When ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ was teasing Liu Haiyang, ‘Radar’ and ‘Keeper’ led their squads, following a few United States Army captains to start inspecting the base facilities and inventory.

This frontline base isn’t large, with only 200 soldiers and 400 Aqionghan governnt troops stationed here.

The Aqionghan soldiers are poorly equipped, though the stationed United States Army soldiers aren’t much better off.

The main defense force of the entire base is actually 6 120mm mortars and 8 M2 machine guns.

If you remove the 40 plus Humvees and 20 armored personnel carriers, what’s left are broken pickups and ragged barrack buildings, making it look nothing like a NATO military base.

Air conditioners and refrigerators don’t exist…

The only place in the entire base with air conditioning is where the commander lives, but unfortunately, the commander doesn’t dare to stay there, worried about being hit by Taliban rockets.

The ss hall has a few broken freezers, but due to intermittent fuel supply and unstable electricity, they’ve beco decorations.

None of those Arican soldiers want to stay here long-term, so they don’t take the base seriously, making everywhere sll awful.

A lieutenant took a few blocks of black opium from an ammunition box and put them in his bag, then proudly showed the ammunition depot inventory to ‘Radar’, saying with this much stuff here, the Taliban couldn’t possibly break in without 500 people…

A twenty-sothing Tajik soldier under ‘Keeper’ whispered in Tajik, “Is this the United States Army?”

Having been with P.B for a few years, ‘Keeper’ was accustod to such situations. Facing the soldier’s question, he smiled and said, “Fourth-class soldiers are like this. You don’t need powerful guys for sentry and patrol.

But their T1 units are still impressive!

In a few days, several Dagger teams from P.B will co over early. I’ll introduce you to them then.

They’re all T1 from various countries. Back then, our Rabbit Squad with 8 people was only tied with them in a match.”

The young soldier was stunned for a mont and said, “Are they really that formidable?”

The long-faced ‘Keeper’ touched his chiseled face, feeling embarrassed to keep boasting. He hesitated for a mont, then said, “The role of special forces isn’t a simple one-on-one contest. The more complete the system, the greater the role of special forces.”

The young soldier listened, curiously saying, “Captain, I heard from so comrades coming from the south that so of them went to Africa for training and ca back describing P.B as godlike.

Are they really that powerful? Then who’s stronger compared to us and the P.B people?”

‘Keeper’ hesitated for a mont and said, “Well, how should I put it, in terms of lethality, P.B people might be a bit stronger.

After all, they are a private company, their scale of operations is much larger, and their boss is more willing to deploy heavy firepower on the battlefield.”

The young soldier widened his eyes upon hearing this, saying, “No way, we aren’t short of helicopters and drones. You’re well-known for daring to call airstrikes with helicopters…”

‘Keeper’ quickly waved his hand to interrupt the soldier’s words…

After Rabbit Squad went back, they were disbanded. Compared to the favorable reviews received by the Special Land Forces fighting drug traffickers in the Congo Jungle, Rabbit Squad had mixed reputations.

In terms of combat capability and psychological quality, Rabbit Squad is definitely first-rate, but their annoying habit of spending big money to do small things makes the top brass, who are used to living within ans, greatly tornted…

Nowadays, having a drone overhead isn’t a big deal for special forces when going out. Other teams generally utilize the reconnaissance advantage of drones and then quietly solve problems with manpower, but the Rabbit Squad mbers absolutely wouldn’t waste any effort…

Whatever missiles the drones carry, they dare to use them.

Dostically, apart from exercises, there are no ‘big scenes’, so Rabbit Squad’s various ‘bad habits’ stand out exceptionally.

However, compared to the P.B guys on being ‘reckless’, Rabbit Squad is simply on a different level.

Seeing the curiosity on his team’s faces, ‘Keeper’ smacked his lips, finally saying, “We don’t compare with them on this, no need to. No one at ho is worth us using big bombs on…”

Though ‘Keeper’ spoke vaguely, it thoroughly piqued the soldier’s curiosity.

The Tajik ethnicity is one of the few minority groups that still retains its own customs. Their role in the military is generally to guard borders, with those able to attend university, join the military, enter military schools, and finally join special forces being considered elite.

‘Keeper’ and ‘Radar’ are idol-level figures among Tajik soldiers. If idol-level figures find things unclear, then how formidable must P.B people be?

………

“Haha, I’m back again…”

‘Gunpowder’ from Dagger Squad, fully ard, ran down from a transport plane. Looking at the familiar Kandahar Base, ‘Gunpowder’ let out a peculiar shout, and amidst the eyes of others looking at him like a lunatic, grabbed a passing English Ground Staff…

“Hey, Brit, is Major General Victor still here?”

The English ground staff listened and shook his head, saying, “Sorry, I don’t know who Major General Victor is.”

‘Gunpowder’ heard this and shook his head in disappointnt, saying, “Major General Victor is a bastard who likes to kiss ass, too bad he’s not around anymore, or I’d definitely give him a piece of my mind.”

Saying this, ‘Gunpowder’ looked at the ground staff without even a pistol on him, disdainfully saying, “Is Kandahar so relaxed now? You look like you’re on vacation…”

When the freckled face didn’t know how to respond, ‘Hellhound’ walked over from behind, holding his helt and shouting to his buddies before putting his arm around ‘Gunpowder’s shoulder and saying, “Let’s go check out our old dorm, maybe we’ll see so familiar faces.

Haha, I never thought I’d co back here officially one day…”

When the Dagger Squad was gearing up, the ‘Ferryman’, ‘Jazz’, ‘Goat’, and ‘Night Tiger’ squads avoided the excited ‘Dagger’ as if dodging a plague…

They found a ground staff with a Lion Head Armband, asked about the location of P.B’s base, and then drove their Talus vehicles towards it…

The appearance of the Five Permanent mbers’ T1 drew everyone’s attention not because they looked particularly powerful, but because their gear looked too expensive and their presence too strong.

The soldiers waiting around the airport to board transport planes out of Aqionghan couldn’t help but salute the T1s.

After confirming their identities, an Arican team actually greeted the ‘Dagger’…

A particularly weary-looking bearded lieutenant shouted at ‘Hellhound’, “Hey, Hellhound, welco to hell…”

‘Hellhound’ looked back, confird the identity, stepped up to embrace him strongly, and laughed, “Crazy Max, how many deploynts is this for you? You’re still not dead?”

Bearded Max shrugged and said, “Eighth ti!

Actually, the last few tis weren’t really combat, it’s just so many wimps back ho that old guys like get a chance to earn so allowances.”

Saying this, Max looked at the unchanged ‘Hellhound’ and said with so emotion, “I used to follow news about you guys, luckily you’re all doing well now…”

‘Hellhound’ nodded with a smile and said, “Of course, we’re P.B soldiers, doing what soldiers should do, so I’m pretty happy now…

And you, how’s everything at ho?”

Max spread his hands and said, “I got divorced after my sixth deploynt, paid off the mortgage, then got divorced.”

‘Hellhound’ paused, then said sowhat apologetically, “I’m sorry to hear that…”

Max waved it off, saying, “It’s nothing to regret, everyone is born with two tasks: survival and reproduction. I’ve done both, now it’s ti for to find so fun for myself.

Titan Company invited ; I might be working in Ukraine for a while.

I don’t have experience in private companies, any good advice?”

‘Hellhound’ frowned and asked, “Ukraine? To do what?”

Max shook his head and said, “I’m not entirely sure, but the guy who contacted said our main job there is to help train Ukrainian soldiers.

The pay is pretty good; in two years I can save enough to buy a farm in Oregon.”

‘Hellhound’ is a core combat mber of P.B. and knows so things outsiders don’t…

Looking at the more than fifty-year-old Max dreaming about the future, ‘Hellhound’ hesitated and said, “Going to Ukraine is fine, but don’t ever go to East W, there’s constant fighting there, and the situation isn’t looking good recently.”

Max paused, then solemnly nodded and said, “That’s advice from ‘Hellhound’, I’ll rember it!”

With that, Max looked at ‘Hellhound’s armband enviously and said, “Can you give your badge?

My son has always been a fan of yours…”

‘Hellhound’ heard this, decisively removed the armband, and handed it to Max along with a SEAL Team Six ring, saying, “I used to think people like us weren’t worth admiring, but I’ve changed my mind.

Tell that kid he can never catch up to !”

Max laughed and hugged ‘Hellhound’, then raised a middle finger to ‘Gunpowder’ in the distance, and continued, “I have to go, you guys be careful…

The Taliban’s been really active around here lately, and the governnt troops are completely unreliable now.”

Saying this, Max watched as several P.B. squads left, shook his head with a smile, then firmly gripped ‘Hellhound’s arm, and said, “I’m being a bit redundant, make sure you give those bastard traffickers hell…”

‘Hellhound’ nodded and said, “Don’t worry, that’s exactly what we’re here for!”