King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1794 - 1475: Management and Education

The battlefield in Western Aqionghan is like a gradually tightening net...

Commander 'Qing Shan' spent several months mobilizing manpower and resources, establishing one strategic point after another.

The purpose of doing this is not simply to kill the enemy but to construct a war network.

When this network began to tighten, those enemies wandering in the western mountains and deserts gradually felt imnse pressure.

The previous special forces raids have made them accustod to the rhythm, and they have begun to form reflexive counter-reconnaissance and counterattack capabilities.

That hide-and-seek type of battle, although exhausting the enemy, did not completely destroy their fighting spirit.

Because each ti they felt it was just carelessness, although they were always chased by air fire led by special forces, they still felt they had a chance.

The lives in Aqionghan are too cheap, rely consuming their soldier resources doesn't destroy their morale, but rather stirs up their will to resist, recruiting more desperados to join their ranks.

But now the situation is different. When the most crucial drug lords in Zaranj were captured, it was like removing the core interest of the opposition.

At this mont, as the war net began to tighten...

This large net is like a sieve, filtering out the wavering tribal ard groups and gradually compressing the activities of the target "big fish" to an inescapable area.

Igor previously took out the drug dealer distributors in Bajistan, and now Boss Joe swiftly took down the drug lord leaders inside Zaranj.

The remaining teams wandering in the war zone are like big fish, continuously struggling and resisting within the net, then quickly losing their counterattack abilities under the strikes of the 'Missile Harpoon.'.

When the "big fish" were slowly beaten to death, the wavering tribes that were intentionally let go started to stand in line obediently.

Growing poppies could be fatal, so grow barley instead.

After all, the people from Jia Liang trade would provide seeds for free and even help restore irrigation facilities for free.

This battle that had been set up for several months ended within a short half-month!

The overwhelming firepower prepared by P·B was mostly left unused; the Apaches borrowed by Igor from Shah didn't even have a chance to play a role before the drug lords disappeared.

The young man, filled with fury, ended up hitting nothing, making him extrely frustrated.

Compared to the irritable Igor, Joe Ga, as his old man, was much more silent...

After returning from Zaranj, he shut himself in the office for two days, then sat in the command room watching a group of staff officers and technicians command the frontline composite battalion and special forces as if playing a ga, segnting, surrounding, and bombing those ard organizations one by one...

When the aim of the war is to destroy a party's living strength, the battle becos cruel and boring.

The special forces lost their protagonist status at this mont, becoming re supporting roles for various long-range firepower.

The composite battalion played the role of a shepherd dog, driving the enemy to predetermined positions.

The special forces were responsible for confirming targets, preventing P·B from mistakenly bombing civilians caught amongst the enemy.

155 mm shells and 250 kg aerial bombs flew over Western Aqionghan without restraint...

No fun!

This was the conclusion jointly reached by Boss Joe and Igor!

A bunch of technicians, who might drop dead from running 5 kiloters with equipnt, decided the outco of the war.

This left Joe Ga, who had made a profound reflection, a bit helpless and Igor, who grew up among soldiers, very irritable...

Watching a slender Kurdish female technician give a command, less than ten seconds later, a mountaintop on the screen was covered in firepower, then the female soldier unemotionally announced a direct hit, while the convoys of the composite battalion started to turn around on the spot like toy cars being directed...

Igor, stretching his neck, approached his old man. The little guy didn't even know why he was angry, except his father had been a bit upset recently, and this sentint passed onto him, so Igor also started to feel unhappy!

"No more watching, it's no fun, I want to go fight myself..."

Joe Ga heard what Igor said, paused for a mont, focused his eyes again, and looked at the stubborn Igor, subconsciously asking, "Who do you want to fight?"

Igor rubbed his nose and gruffly replied, "Whoever is hostile to us, I'll fight. Whoever bullies others, I'll fight. Whoever doesn't listen, I'll fight...

I don't want to stay here anymore. Jacques is a fool; he's been getting bullied a lot lately. I want to be the boss, I want to protect him..."

Joe Ga looked at the sturdy kid in front of him, sighed, nodded, and said, "There's really not much aning here. If you want to go, then go..."

Igor frowned at his old man and said, "Aren't you coming with ?

Dragon Gecko said you're sick, finding a few people to beat up might make you feel better..."

As Igor cracked his fingers loudly, he said fiercely, "A lot of those unruly bastards from around Kandahar are here. Let's go teach them a lesson and hang them below an Apache, so they wet their pants."

Joe Ga laughed, moved by his words, and waved his hand saying, "We're not bullies or thugs. Using an Apache and a Boxer Dog to bully others is sothing we can't do."

Igor, hearing this, wrinkled his little nose unhappily and said, "The Taliban chief justice blew up a thief with an RPG, why can't I?"

Looking at his son who seed like a violent maniac, Joe Ga said helplessly, "We must conquer people with virtue. It's okay to stand up for Jacques, let Earl Lavey take the Golden Eagle to help, and don't let the Dragon Gecko take action..."

As Joe Ga said this, he waved away Igor's hand reaching for his gun holster and said, "No guns allowed. If you have the guts, carry an RPG and serve justice, and I guarantee everyone will fear you!"

Igor, upon hearing this, said dejectedly, "Dad, the dog farm business isn't going well. Those animal rights activists don't let the dogs out to work, and there are many people asking for wages. Give a gun, I can sell it and pay them."

Looking at his son's aggrieved expression, Joe Ga pulled out his M9, switched out the magazine with blanks, put it in his hand, and said, "In my experience, to solve a problem, rather than selling your old man's gun, you might as well use it to shoot the most troubleso person.

Hmm, it's best to give Asma a shot too, and Earl Lavey probably deserves a bullet as well..."

Igor fiddled with the pistol, saying fiercely, "Those damn animal rights activists claim to help for free, but they disrupt everything daily.

They'd rather cuddle and take pictures with the dogs every day than let them work to support themselves.

I should give each of them a shot. They're so kind-hearted, I should make them get out and work to earn money for dog food."

Joe Ga, who had been quite depressed, felt a little better looking at his son's gloomy face...

This kid was lawless and formidable, yet he got tripped up by a bunch of animal rights activists...

He certainly wasn't short of money, but he had firm beliefs: people who want to eat must work, and dogs who want to eat must work too.

Now those animal rights activists won't let the dogs work, which also ans the real dog trainers have no jobs, yet they still have to be paid.

This cannot be tolerated!

Especially for Asma and Earl Lavey, employees who don't share the boss's burden deserve a bullet...

Joe Ga rubbed Igor's head and said seriously, "Then don't shoot the people asking for wages. Instead, give Asma and Earl Lavey each a shot, and then make them clean the toilets together.

Let them return to their posts only after the dog farm operates according to your ideas..."

Igor, being a reasonable person, frowned and curiously asked, "Why? They didn't do anything wrong..."

Joe Ga burst out laughing, looking into Igor's clear eyes, and said with a smile, "They are your assistants. The responsibility of assistants is to deal with specific issues.

Let ask you, do they know what you want to do?"

Igor scratched his head and said, "Yes, they do..."

Joe Ga coldly laughed and said, "They know what you want to do but don't do it, what use are such assistants?"

Igor exclaid, "Ah?" and said, "Those animal rights activists are tough to deal with; it seems they can't do anything either..."

Joe Ga grinned and said with a cold smile, "If they can't solve problems, what are they doing as assistants?

You're the boss; you don't have to solve specific problems. You just need to find people who can solve problems..."

As Joe Ga said this, looking at the seemingly clueless Igor, he laughed and patted his head, teasingly scolding, "In the future, don't steal my and your mom's guns to sell...

If you want to make money, dip into your pocket and buy stock from PB's warehouse. There's so damaged Humr cars that aren't worth much. Buy them, get them repaired, then sell them at the market...

Whether it's in Pakistan or Aqionghan, Humrs sell well.

If you can get Uncle Liang to tow a Humr back ho, it might sell at a higher price!

As a son of an arms dealer, you can't always fleece your parents; you have to find your own way to make money."

Igor, with his innocent eyes wide open, nodded seriously and said, "I got it!"

Joe Ga figured he didn't get it, but it didn't matter. As long as Asma and Earl Lavey endured so hardship, they'd give up the backstabbing office politics, and this little issue would be easily resolved.

Seeing Dorian walk over with so docunts, Joe Ga pressed down on Igor's shoulders, turned him around, gave him a push, and said, "Go play, and rember to be fair to Asma and Earl Lavey, give them each a shot..."

After saying this, Joe Ga looked at Dorian who had walked up and asked, "Do you have news?"

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