With his current capabilities, Song Heping could genuinely arrange a trip to Kandahar by himself.
There are far too many channels to enter Afghanistan now.
Before, he had executed tasks together with the ISA Army Intelligence Departnt; worst cos to worst, he could ask their boss Niki for a little favor, and she would surely help.
Major Black probably didn't expect this Asian to have such a stubborn temper.
He had the impulse to lose his temper.
But he quickly held it back.
The reason was simple: they really needed people in Afghanistan now—Admiral Chariz was extrely anxious, urging the country to send more troops every day.
Just in the past week alone, he had received and arranged the transfer of more than two thousand rcenaries and regular British Army soldiers.
Just yesterday, the higher-ups inford him that another group of British soldiers and PMC rcenaries would enter Afghanistan today, and Black had to organize and facilitate the transfer no matter what, to ensure they could enter Afghanistan as quickly as possible and be deployed imdiately.
If Song Heping really decided to pick a fight with him, in the end, Black was sure to be the one who suffered. After all, Song Heping, as a rcenary, probably wouldn't be too affected.
Guided by the thought that he was fragile porcelain and Song Heping was a sturdy tile, Major Black finally swallowed the grievance in his chest and began to make ands: "I take back what I said earlier and apologize for it, Song, I was so flustered that I forgot the ti to pick you guys up..."
He turned and glanced at the captain, saying, "Captain Leo, I will file a complaint against you with the command!"
Captain Leo seed not to care at all, shrugged, and said, "That's your right."
After Black finished speaking, he began leading Song Heping out.
Song Heping asked, "Major, I do not wish to get involved in your military affairs, but I am here to collect equipnt for my unit of sixty-four people. Please arrange for us to get our equipnt now, as we need to fly to Kandahar in two hours."
Black's face turned ugly as he awkwardly said, "I must tell you sothing..."
He pursed his lips tightly.
"Your equipnt is gone."
"What?!"
Nearby, a transport plane landed, its engine roaring deafeningly.
Song Heping thought he hadn't heard correctly.
"The equipnt is gone?"
"Yes..." Black helplessly spread his hands: "What else do you think I was arguing about with the Arican? I had already made the equipnt request for your weapons, ammunition, and necessary gear yesterday, but this morning, Captain Leo in charge of the warehouse told that the equipnt was allocated to another unit in Afghanistan early this morning!"
At this point, he was filled with righteous indignation, his nose even redder than before.
"It's madness! It's not the first ti they've done this. The Aricans keep ssing up recently—I think they're doing it on purpose!"
"Your requested equipnt got approved in a plan and then it was relocated?" Song Heping could hardly believe this was real.
In the military, logistics are managed with strict rules and regulations.
At least, such a scenario was unthinkable when he was a soldier.
It would be like weapons and ammunition for a company suddenly being misallocated to another unit during an exercise.
"Yes!" said Major Black. "I clearly submitted the request, but the admin claid they didn't see it, and when I visited the warehouse, they told it had already been shipped!"
Song Heping said, "Then why not apply for a new batch now? It's just the individual soldier's equipnt for two platoons. As long as we have rifles and carriers, with basic ammo, we can purchase or apply for more when we get to Kandahar."
Major Black said, "It's impossible, there's really none... I wanted to ask them to allocate equipnt for two platoons as well, there's plenty of Arican gear in the warehouse, but they actually said that is within the US Army's planned inventory and can't be given to us."
"If the US Army doesn't have it, the British Army does, right? We can manage without M4A1s, L85A1s will do just fine."
The L85A1 is the standard-issue rifle of the British Army; if Arican gear isn't available, British gear would work as well, right?
Black shook his head: "Really, there's none... Our supplies are allocated precisely as per our limited transportation capacity. Therefore, much of our transport relies on coordination with the Aricans and leasing their transport planes. However, their efficiency has been dismal lately, and many of our weapons and other equipnt have stayed back ho and were not delivered on ti. Even our own troops are in a tight spot..."
Song Heping understood.
This was no accident.
This was damn intentional!
The Aricans are truly cunning.
They ceded command authority half a year ago, then sincerely handed over the command of more than 13,000 Arican combat troops to Admiral Chariz. After urging Chariz and other allied countries to increase their forces, once the number reached 30,000 or 40,000, the Aricans started to cause trouble.
After all, the NATO allies had always had a hard ti shouldering the burden, and without the Aricans, they couldn't even guarantee normal logistics operations.
Although the Aricans handed over the command of more than ten thousand combat troops, they did not relinquish control of the several thousand personnel responsible for logistical support—they retained independence and kept direct control, making it all too easy to put the British in difficulty.
What a cunning move!
Absolutely diabolical!
Those Arican military chiefs and politicians in the White House must have foreseen today.
As long as they control logistics, supply, and transportation, the British will sooner or later be forced to hand over command authority.
The forced increase of troops from other allies has now achieved its purpose. After regaining control, the NATO troops from other countries, which originally only numbered a few thousand and have now surged to tens of thousands, cannot possibly withdraw. Any withdrawal would require the consent of the US Army.
As a result, the rabbit has fallen into the trap, the fat pig has leapt directly into the pot.
Aricans love to stew and boil, isn't it just as they say?
"What can you do for us now?"
Song Heping looked at the British Major standing before him with an innocent face, and couldn't help but tease him.
"It's not like you are a woman even if you were required to comfort the troops, are you?"
Major Black was humiliated, but he had no choice.
He had screwed things up.
Now the best solution was to appease this Chinese descendant and ship him off to Afghanistan.
Once he boarded the plane for Afghanistan, it was no longer his problem.
If things got stirred up here, it would be his problem.
"At least I can arrange for everyone to get a al in the cafeteria, then get you on a plane..."
Song Heping originally wanted to humiliate the Major further.
But he thought better of it.
It wouldn't accomplish anything.
The situation being what it was, other thods had to be considered.
Deal with it when they arrived in Kandahar.
He instructed Major Black to inform the British Army reception officers in Afghanistan to see if they could arrange a batch of weapons and ammunition on that end, and hand them over to him after getting off at Bagram Air Base.
If the British Army didn't have any, then coordinate with the British Army or US Army. If that wasn't possible, even asking the French or Germans would do; French and German weapons could be used as well.
Major Black nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, saying yes yes yes, I'll definitely arrange it, let's have a al first.
Song Heping could only agree: "Fine, first arrange for my n to have a al, then let us board the plane. Ti is of the essence, and I don't want to waste ti wrangling with you."
"Alright, you'll follow to the restaurant, I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Major Black, seeing Song Heping's magnanimity, imdiately bead with joy.
To placate Song Heping, he arranged for Song Heping and his two platoons to eat to their hearts' content in the military restaurant, then led everyone to rest in a hangar.
Until two hours later, when Song Heping set foot on the plane bound for the Baghram Air Force Base near Kabul.
However, he never imagined that when he landed at Baghram Air Force Base, the Major who ca to receive them and arrange their work was appalled to see Song Heping and his n arrive empty-handed. The Major bulged his eyes and started yelling at Song Heping: "What the hell have you done? Where are your weapons?! Personal equipnt?! Ammunition?! You just show up in Afghanistan empty-handed? Did you think bringing people here was for a vacation?"
Song Heping was completely speechless at these garbage-like British Army officers before him.
He considered himself a calm person.
But still, he was driven to the brink of fury by these rotten British n.
The plan was that the British at Manas Air Base would arrange weapons for us, dammit, when reaching the destination it's the British who say the weapons were redistributed, and now, just barely leaving Manas Air Base to co to the Baghram Air Force Base in Afghanistan, you turn around and bla ?
"Didn't Major Black from Manas Air Base call and explain our situation to you? It was your original plan that screwed up, leading to us not getting the weapons, and now you're blaming when we get here?"
"Black?!" Major Baldwin responded with a look of cluelessness, spreading his hands: "I didn't receive any call, he didn't inform ."
At this mont, Song Heping felt his blood rush to his head.
If these were his subordinates, if it were his own troops, he'd have blasted both this pig in front of him and the other one back at Manas Air Base already!
He suddenly had this feeling that with the British and Aricans handling things in such a lousy way, this anti-terrorism war was probably going to end up as a joke!
"So, Major Baldwin, can you now arrange individual equipnt for our two platoons? We need to reach Kandahar before dark, and there's no ti left."
"Sorry, I can't do that." Major Baldwin shook his head: "I didn't receive any notification, so I wasn't prepared. To request equipnt, you need to write a report, make a plan, then submit it for approval from the higher-ups; it's going to take a long ti..."
"Fuck!"
Song Heping finally couldn't hold it back any longer.
Continuing this nonsense with these bastards was just a waste of his life.
If we can't make it to Kandahar before dark, then we can't leave today.
According to the contract, we must arrive in Kandahar by twelve o'clock tonight at the latest.
If we can't manage that, Elson may take advantage of it and play tricks when it cos ti to pay.
"Let's go!"
Song Heping was fuming with anger; he turned back and waved to his two platoons of subordinates.
"We're done talking with these British! Working with them is bound to kill us sooner or later!"
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