King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 951: 855: Persisting in the Habits of a Soldier

Chapter 951: Chapter 855: Persisting in the Habits of a Soldier

Joe Ga’s actions are always beyond expectation…

‘Sugar’ thought it was just a little stirring, but what ca was a joint force of the Iraqi Governnt army and the Kurdish Autonomous Governnt.

Previously, these people had sent representatives to confirm that Uncle Sam didn’t want their assistance, and then a large number of troops drove to the eastern side of Mosul and started setting up camp.

Seville boss of P·B, along with a bunch of Xiao Hei, took 6 Chinese-sponsored Self-propelled Mortars over there.

40 Humvees ford a position around the mortars, becoming the core of the temporary camp, protecting the artillery and the cooks in the center.

This ti, the Iraqi Governnt army and the Kurdish also dispatched their elites, driving military and armored vehicles sponsored by Uncle Sam.

The mont Uncle Sam’s retaliatory bombing began, dozens of military trucks charged into Mosul under the protection of armored vehicles.

With Antar as the informant, NATO’s bombing locations and timings were crystal clear.

The convoy stopped briefly at the edge of Mosul, and as the missiles exploded, they powered full-throttle into Mosul…

During the smoke of the chaos, they launched a large number of smoke grenades, adding fuel to the already chaotic Mosul.

Then they rushed to the target location, loaded a large number of civilians onto the vehicles, and transported them out of the city en masse.

A few of the terrorists were in a daze when they were put on the vehicles, and only realized sothing was off when they left the city. They wanted to jump off and run but didn’t dare to…

By the ti they reached the temporary camp and tried to slip away, their identities were pointed out. After a brutal beating, despite their cries for redemption and change, their heads were ultimately smashed with stones.

‘Sugar’, who had been called over, excitedly sent out a mass text ssage when the first batch of people were rescued.

Then, in less than an hour, a bunch of people on motorcycles or driving rickety pickup trucks appeared out of Mosul.

These were the ‘Delivery Boys’ developed by ‘Sugar’.

Their families were still in Mosul, so ISIS wasn’t afraid they would run away. Instead, ISIS allowed them to go out and make money, and incidentally gather a bit of ‘enemy intelligence’.

From top to bottom, P·B had an open and forthright style.

‘Sugar’ was still in charge of food delivery; what secrets could there be?

P·B’s special forces wouldn’t go in, and if they did, they wouldn’t be there to call for delivery.

rcenaries were fighting fiercely inside, and only those at the positions dared to order food; what information of value could there be?

Seeing people inquiring about ‘Sugar’ didn’t bother him, even though he knew among them were ISIS spies, and that each delivery would suffer so ‘losses,’ he never exposed them.

ISIS’s terrorists also craved a hot al; terrorists could not order openly, but they could disguise themselves as local civilians to sneak a al.

This was why ‘Sugar’ could move unimpeded in Mosul…

Joe Ga’s ‘big move’ excited ‘Sugar’, who had been in Mosul for a long ti and knew too many locals.

This passionate youth wanted to rescue the people inside, even if it was just a part of them.

These ‘Delivery Boys’ were the helpers of ‘Sugar’…

Watching a group of ‘Delivery Boys’ being pulled outside of the temporary camp by Iraqis, ‘Sugar’ drove out in a truck loaded with food…

Getting out of the car and hugging a motorcycle-riding boy by the neck, ‘Sugar’ waved to the surrounding Iraqi soldiers and said, “They’re our own people, don’t be nervous…”

While doing so, ‘Sugar’ pinched the boy’s face and looked him over, saying, “Good that you’re not dead. Everyone co take stuff, deliver the food inside, and then wait for my signal.

Our boss has given the order, this ti we’re going to evacuate the people inside.”

The boy Ali was startled, then grabbing ‘Sugar’s arm, he said, “Can you rescue my sister first? ‘Sugar’?

She thinks about you every day, she wants to be your wife…”

‘Sugar’ could hear the laughter of the people around him, and he helplessly smacked the boy on the head, cursing with a smile, “Ali, you should say that to your sister’s face…

Your sister, a little nurse, insists on staying in Mosul and won’t leave with , but it’s alright, I’ll snatch your whole family out this ti.

Just wait, I’ll be there tonight, and I’m personally going to knock out all your deadbeat father’s teeth.”

Upon hearing this, Ali nodded and said, “No need to bother, my father was just killed in the bombing. Now I’m in charge of my house, and no one will stop you from marrying my sister this ti.

Do you want to take a few more wives? I have several sisters just the right age…”

‘Sugar’ was exasperated and amused by Ali, hitting him on the head and saying, “You think eleven or twelve years old is just the right age?

Stop talking nonsense, go grab the stuff, and wait for to co tonight…”

Ali nodded again and again, then glanced sideways and leaned close to ‘Sugar’s ear, whispering, “What about that guy? If he informs ISIS…

‘Sugar’ patted Ali’s shoulder, signalling him to go get the things, and then walked over to a pickup truck. Leaning on the driver-side window and looking at a young man pretending to be ecstatic, he said, “Shasin, I know who you are…

You have two choices: help or wait for a missile to strike your ho.

You know we have eyes in the sky, and you can’t stop us from rescuing people…”

The young terrorist Shasin froze for a mont then slumped in his seat like a deflated ball, morosely saying, “We can’t win, can we?”

‘Sugar’ patted Shasin’s shoulder, remarking, “Even if your god ca, you couldn’t win in this situation…

Don’t believe , go back and have a look, I bet your ISIS leader has already slipped away.

You help , and I’ll give you a way out, and every ti the US army bombs, I can send you a ssage.”

“If you’re thinking of running, take your family with you. I guarantee no one will bother you,”

Upon hearing this, Shasin looked up at ‘Sugar’ and said, “How can I help you?”

‘Sugar,’ with a smile, stuffed a button-sized listening device with a positioning feature into Shasin’s hand and said, “Put this in your boss’s pocket, then just go ho and wait.”

Shasin could roughly guess what ‘Sugar’ wanted to do. After a long hesitation, he stuffed the locator in his own pocket and nodded, “Sugar, you’re a good man, not like the others…”

‘Sugar’ stood up, patted Shasin on the shoulder, and said, “Go get the stuff, bring more dicine, there will definitely be people injured from the bombing…”

A group of ‘Delivery Boys’ excitedly gathered around the truck, filling their backpacks and the vehicle with food and dicine, then turned and headed straight for Mosul.

An Iraqi Major watched those n leave, then walked up to ‘Sugar’ and asked, “Why are you sending them goods?”

‘Sugar’ glanced sidelong at the Major and said, “If we don’t send goods, should we just watch the wounded die?

Mosul is so large, as long as we can demonstrate our sincerity and determination, there are exits everywhere.

As long as the people inside want to get out, they can contact us through them ahead of ti, then we can provide them cover.”

The Major, born and bred Iraqi, educated at a higher level, still couldn’t understand why P·B cared more about Mosul than Iraq itself did.

Now, with southern Iraq flourishing, most politicians frankly didn’t care about Mosul, a city in the Kurdish Autonomous Region.

Seeing ‘Sugar’s resolute expression, the Major hesitated and then said, “I also want to save people, but why are you…”

Upon hearing this, ‘Sugar’ thumped his chest and said, “Because I have a conscience!

Because our boss says that whenever there’s a chance, we should lend a hand to those innocently caught up in the war.

We’re just taking a bit of risk, you’re Iraqi, don’t you think it’s worth it?”

The Major was taken aback by the retort, then helplessly shook his head, “Decades of war change a lot of things.”

‘Sugar’ nonchalantly said, “But what a soldier needs to do… doesn’t change…”

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“If people are killed, who will work, who will rebuild, who will consu my supplies?

I’ve invested tens of millions in Mosul Base, just to hold that position and revel in the market that hundreds of thousands of people in Mosul bring.

I’m not competing with the Aricans for credit; what’s wrong with trying to break open a gap during their bombing so that people inside can get out?

This is helping them, making them commit fewer sins; they should thank !”

Joe Ga sat in the office in the safe area, watching Jafari and Rogawani sign the oilfield transfer agreent and shaking hands with them, while complaining to Maguire on the phone…

“That black dude won’t be bouncing around much longer, bro, you seriously can’t handle this little thing?

You’re now a star Major General, who wouldn’t make way for you?”

Maguire laughed triumphantly on the other end of the phone, “Hu Lang, get Eric to mobilize his ‘Pentagon Brotherhood,’ and I can help you bury this matter.

Are you interested in taking the contract?

The Pentagon is unhappy with the White House’s ‘Double Moon Plan;’ they believe ISIS has anti-tank weapons, and if we fight according to the White House’s plan, the losses will be huge.

We’ve had unpleasant friction with Turkey; they disagree with using their military airports.

Without the Persian Gulf carrier strike group’s support, it will be very tough for the ground troops to advance.

You’ve left four F-16s, two Su-25s, and two Su-27s at Baghdad Airport.

If you’re willing to take the job, I can help you get a big contract!”

Joe Ga was stunned for a mont, then resolutely shook his head, “I’m not interested in making that money…

That black dude is hellbent on kicking P·B out now, pushing aside even the Iraqis, just to wrap things up for himself and give his presidential career a perfect ending.

It’s not worth offending people by taking jobs now…

There are still a few thousand rcenaries at Gaiyara Base who have taken your money; let them go to battle!

As long as they don’t open their mouths, who’s to say they are not regular troops?”

Major General Maguire, upon hearing this, replied helplessly, “Do you think the Pentagon hasn’t asked?

Those rcenaries won’t let you go; they say without P·B’s logistical support, they can’t enter Mosul.

P·B’s logistics are part of the contract, and these guys are now stalling by nitpicking the terms.

They’re all clever, aware of what the White House guy is thinking…

So they’re all making excuses to delay, then waiting to watch the excitent unfold, waiting for Mosul’s Marine Corps to ask for help.”

Joe Ga thought about how those guys were defeated on the first day; he chuckled and said, “I bet those guys won’t make any progress in a month.

Huh? Got any friends in Mosul?

Give them a heads-up for , let them cooperate with our operations; afterwards, they can take the credit, it’ll make them look good in front of the dia.

If it really cos down to it, I can give so money…”

Maguire……