King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1932 - 1603: They're Here

Near the Saab Training Center in the city of Oscar, Sweden...

In the past four days, military equipnt from all over the world has begun to be concentrated at this comrcial training airport with six runways and 15 hangars.

P·B's transport planes lined up to land at this airport, with large numbers of soldiers from Africa and a significant amount of military equipnt arriving.

The airport's capacity is still too limited. After receiving fighter jets and ground personnel from all over the world, only two runways remain available for the use of transport planes.

To support P·B, the rich tycoons from the Middle East were forced to lease Oscar International Airport, forcing international flights to redirect to other cities.

The residents of Oscar have seen more fighter jets in recent days than they would at so major airshows.

Then naturally, information about the exercise was leaked...

NATO has invited P·B to play the role of the Russian army, intending to conduct a live-fire exercise in the Baltic Sea. This explosive news first ignited both the military enthusiast community and international political circles.

Those concerned with international affairs naturally linked this to a rehearsal for Sweden and Finland joining NATO, and as a deterrent against Russia.

Sweden, Finland, along with the three Baltic states, just managed to firmly pin down Russia's Baltic Sea outlet in Saint Petersburg.

As long as Denmark can blockade the straits to prevent Russia's North Sea Fleet from entering the Baltic, that aging Baltic Fleet won't have any room to maneuver.

Most people see this exercise as NATO's response to Russia's aggression in Ukraine, though they find P·B's role sowhat puzzling.

The typically neutral P·B taking on the role of the antagonist in the exercise seems sowhat abnormal.

However, these details aren't really important to military enthusiasts, as Oscar in Sweden now witnesses various fighter jets conducting frequent flight drills every day, and a large number of transport planes carrying various advanced ground weapons are transiting through the international airport to the areas surrounding the Saab Training Center.

The fighter jets sponsored by the Middle Eastern tycoons are rely what they consider worth flaunting, while a large number of unremarkable Humvees, treated as after-dinner treats, were airlifted to Oscar International Airport after sparking public attention.

This ti, P·B, along with their friends, showcased to the world what private strategic capability ans.

The 'Professor' utilized his authority to simultaneously clear out the transport plane capacities from Seville and Russia, with over 40 transport planes shuttling back and forth continuously.

Within four days, 150 Milos Armored Vehicles were delivered to Sweden, along with enough Ogekin Rocket Launchers to equip a battalion. Accompanying the equipnt were vehicle-mounted weapons, ammunition, and a batch of temporary rocket launcher operators.

The Middle Eastern tycoons brought out their private jets, replacing the luxury cars that accompanied them around the world with Humvees delivered to Oscar International Airport.

At the sa ti, these individuals ford a Prince Observation Group under the guise of 'learning'.

They will be stationed in batches at the directorate and the Saab Training Center...

Prince Dvali of Shah led the team at the directorate to oversee affairs, while Qatar's Al Sani and several princes from the United Arab Emirates will be responsible for air force logistics.

Of course, they won't repair planes themselves, but they have monetary power...

This group not only brought their own ground support crew to gain so practical training through the exercise...

They also organized a culinary team from Italy, France, and Dubai, along with a service team with excellent physiques, and airlifted a large number of high-end ingredients to the Saab Training Center, vowing to keep those pilots in their best condition.

In contrast with these tycoons is the P·B team from Africa...

These soldiers went into combat readiness as soon as they disembarked, securing all the critical points of the training center with live ammunition.

Then, regardless of local Swedish resistance, the mont the ard Humvees arrived, they extended the defensive line outwards by 15 kiloters along the roads near the training center, setting up highway checkpoints.

If it weren't for the flags of the United Nations, NATO, and P·B hanging above the training center, locals might have thought Africans were invading the Nordic region.

Old Niu and a group of old squad leaders fully arrived at the training center, organized logistics and cooks to set up military tents on a patch of grass, and enclosed the area with barbed wire to create a military exclusion zone.

anwhile, Xiao Hei cooks with a strong Chinese style started cooking als. They didn't have anything fancy; a buffet with 9 dishes, a soup, and a fruit, available 24/7 without interruption, accessible to anyone carrying a P·B identification card.

Local Swedish dia were extrely curious and repeatedly applied to NATO for on-site interviews, surprisingly gaining approval with ease.

When journalists from Sweden's most famous TV station arrived at the Saab Training Center, they found that many counterparts from Europe and Arica were already there.

Seeing that so of those counterparts seed obviously unprofessional, Swedish journalist Malawi exchanged looks with her caraman and assistant, asking: "What is this situation?"

"In the past, dia interviews at NATO exercises weren't like this. Now it looks like a giant carnival here."

The tall caraman, holding the cara, aid at so fellows similarly filming around, comnted, "They're not professional caran..."

The tall caraman then turned his head to look at Malawi, mischievously saying, "I think those people look more like spies..."

"Spy?"

Malawi covered her mouth in shock, then looked at the Xiao Hei soldiers stationed at the base entrance for security checks and said, "How can this be? It's just an exercise..."

With nerves of steel, Malawi squeezed to the base entrance, raising her recorder to ask a question to a Xiao Hei soldier, when she heard the soldier say in perfect English, "Ma'am, please queue in the back. After the security check, we will issue electronic passes to you..."

Malawi was dying of curiosity as she looked inside the base at a few black technicians sitting under a canopy...

The black soldiers in military uniforms were skillfully operating the equipnt...

Whenever a journalist passed the security check and entered the base, they would ask the journalist to leave a fingerprint and then take a photo to create a dia pass the size of a credit card with the journalist's portrait on it.

Malawi looked at a black soldier who was obviously the leader, curious and asked, "With a pass, can we visit any place in the base for interviews?"

Captain Ahtu frowned and glanced at Malawi, replying, "Of course not. We have planned a tour and interview route for you; you can only walk in specified areas and roads..."

Upon hearing this, Malawi was sowhat dissatisfied and said, "What happens if we enter other areas?"

Just as Malawi was speaking, soone else answered her question for Ahtu...

A journalist received his dia credentials and a mobile phone, didn't wait for his companions behind, and ran into the base with his handheld cara...

When his foot stepped onto the grass beside the road, the phone issued to him by P·B started to sound an alarm...

But this excited journalist didn't care at all, and was intensely curious about the Milos Armored Vehicle parked on the grass inside the base...

But just as he took his third step, a sentinel robot standing on the roadside like a mailbox fired...

"Bang"

A special bullet capable of making a person stink for several days hit the journalist, and then he fell to the ground like he'd been whipped, painfully clutching his back.

The special bullet's lethality is limited, but P·B's unique straightforward and brutal style makes even non-lethal ammunition painful, combined with the nauseating stench, the journalist paid a hefty price for his impulsiveness.

The unlucky guy rolled on the ground howling, arousing a sense of solidarity among the surrounding journalists. Several were about to rush to save their colleague, but just as their feet touched the grass, they too were taken down by the sentinel robot...

Ahtu looked at the shocked expression on the woman journalist's face, displayed his identification badge on his chest, and said earnestly, "Entering a new place, you must carefully read the safety manual, or the consequences could be very serious..."

Malawi watched the disastrous state of those guys, covering her mouth incredulously saying, "This is illegal..."

Ahtu grinned, exposing a set of white teeth, and said, "Ma'am, this is now a military restricted area...

If you apply to co here for interviews, you must follow the rules here."

Saying this, Ahtu took a crudely printed booklet from a nearby soldier and handed it to Malawi, saying, "Make sure to read the dia manual carefully before entering; this isn't a microwave manual, missing crucial content could indeed be life-threatening."

Malawi took the manual and glanced at it, then watched as several rule-breaking peers, reeking of a pungent stench, were thrown out of the base gate...

Hesitating for a mont, driven by curiosity and an instinct to build connections, she softly said to Ahtu, "You do this to prevent spies, right?"

Ahtu paused, then suddenly smiled and said, "NO, we just don't want you to disrupt the operation of the base.

P·B has nothing to hide, as long as you honestly follow the planned route, you can capture all the things you're interested in."

Looking at Ahtu, who was impassive yet seemingly open, Malawi cautiously said, "Sir, according to rumors, P·B's boss is going to lead a team simulating a Russian army to engage in a dangerous live-fire exercise with NATO's elite Marine Corps on Gotland Island...

Is this true?"

Ahtu paused, put away his smile and said seriously, "It's true!"

Malawi exclaid in surprise, "That's actually true? Why would Knight Joe do such a thing?"

After listening, Ahtu remained silent for a mont, gestured for Malawi to queue, and then solemnly said, "People like you will never understand!"

......

Joe Ga stood on the hood of a Humvee, watching the four prepared P·B combat battalions, and said with a smile, "Are you ready..."

"Powerful strike..."

"Hoo-ha..."