If you want to say that the safest battlefield in the world should be the African war.

In the early 90s, the military magazine "USA Today", which belongs to the Gannett newspaper group, published a set of data, from the first Afghan war to the Gulf War in 91, the mercenaries have taken on more and more heavy tasks, and they are becoming more and more popular, but the same mortality rate is also very high, about more than 20,000 mercenaries have died in major battlefields!

The sacrifice rate reached 2.2%!

On the other hand, on the African battlefield, except for a few real wars, most of them are like a joke.

The mortality rate of Buddhist shooting is the lowest, most of the Namibian soldiers died on the tracks of their own tanks, each of them thought that they could outrun the tank, the result was obviously tragic, their combat thinking has always been docked on the basic concept of charging and counter-charging, strictly speaking, they have not even reached the paramilitary level.

Berier Boda Dayingkou.

Located three kilometers in a straight line from the town, it was once planned as an industrial park, but when the war began, the merchants had long since evacuated and turned it into a battlefield to the north.

Burst... Shout!

A mortar shell cut through the defense line and fell straight in front of the armored car, exploding, the BTR-40 slammed the steering wheel, the right tire was slightly raised, and it calmly bypassed the big crater.

"Oh! YES！ The car god is online. ”

Osborne raised his right hand, staring at the road ahead, with a cigarette in his mouth, but it was not lit, his body swayed with the bumps of the road, he looked at the co-pilot's Tang knife very proudly, jumped his eyebrows, and grinned at Witt through the reflector.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Tang Dao grabbed the handle and shouted loudly.

Osborne was shocked, and saw a wall in front of him, and it was too late to hit the direction again, so he could only grit his teeth and hit it, and the sharp corner simply stabbed the wall, but because the ground was not high enough, it was just stuck.

This can make Barcelo and the others who followed behind look confused.

it?

What is this operation?

Can the BTR-40 still be used as a road driver?

"Old... Boss, should we keep up? The team member who drove the car didn't know if it was a short circuit in the brain, and turned his head to ask, and the corners of Barceló's mouth twitched angrily, and followed? Do you want to hit the wall too?

"Get out of the way, idiot, do you want us to be targets?"

Barcelo pointed to a square open space and shouted, they could still dodge a few times behind the armored car, but now the guy has reopened, there is only one pickup truck on the entire avenue, this target is too high-profile, sure enough, as soon as the words fell, they heard a shock on the left side of the pickup truck, and the gunfire was obvious.

"Sniper, get out of the way." Barcelo looked ugly and glanced in the rearview mirror, the sniper hiding in the shadows obviously wanted to hit the gas tank, but the technique was a little leaky.

The driver was busy with a big steering wheel, turning in place, dragging the exhaust into the corner.

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"Puff, damn British, the Department of Transportation should revoke your driver's license." Getting out of the car, Witt covered his head and felt a little swollen, but he suddenly had a numb head, and his face froze.

There were more than a dozen strong men piled up in the room in front of him.

There is a strong man with a meaty face and a turban with a bullet chain on his body, a HK21 machine gun sitting under his buttocks, holding playing cards in his hand, looking at the number of cards, as if he is playing bridge, with a cigarette in his mouth, and looking at Witt in a daze, the air is quiet, but in the next second, the sound of scolding and swearing accumulates up.

"Fack! Fack! The strong man, jumped up, grabbed the HK21 machine gun and pointed the muzzle at Witt and the others, he seemed to have a little developed cerebellum and was not very sound, and his voice was still a little out of tune and vague, but this action was not slow, and the hand speed of the gun was not ambiguous at all.

The other mercenaries also put their weapons up, and these dozens of guns were pointed at ...

Witt was very decisive, raised his hand, and spoke loudly in English, "Guys, I... We are arms dealers, and we are here to bring you warmth in this difficult situation. Fearing that others would not understand, he spoke in German and French.

"Our boss is in the car." Witt sold the Tang knife without hesitation.

In fact, of course, the Tang knife in the car was also seen clearly through the window, but when it shrunk up, this fool went out.

He couldn't hear what was being said outside, but the weapon could still be understood, in addition to the HK21 machine gun, these people also had the Altimax machine gun developed by the Singapore Licensed Industries Company, and even more excessively, there were people carrying RPGs!

Nima B!

"Really... It's exciting. Osborne shrank his head under his ass.

His brain circuitry is always different from others.

Suddenly, Tang Dao found that everyone's eyes outside were looking at him, and that look was a little frightening, he whispered a swear word, understanding that it was time to get out of the car, and he opened the door hard, he had never faced such a scene.

What is it to be pointed at a gun?

I've been jacked by RPGs!

"Ahem." Tang Dao moistened his throat and tried his best to make himself smile, but his face was still a little stiff, and he was about to speak, when he heard someone with a questioning tone, "Aren't the arms dealers all in the Tut Gymnasium?" They were terrible to death, last time, I asked them to send me some bullets, and when I heard that there was still a war, Fake, let me find a place to hide first. ”

There are people who are clearly dissatisfied with the service attitude of the arms traffickers.

This can be aimed at peers, Tang Dao naturally didn't mind falling into the well, nodded, and spread his hands, "They are just a bunch of vampires, and I am different, I am sincere to serve you, as long as you need ammunition, simple medicine, transport the wounded... We can do it, of course, if you want us to go directly to the war, but my employees are not cheap, and you can discuss privately what you need. ”

Although the arms business has been in business for a few years, he does not have a standard for the implementation of services.

Like many itinerant vendors, he prefers to trade in a safe place, and they only think that they are merchants and should not be directly involved in the struggle between the two sides.

But Tang Dao didn't think so, he thought that after all, he was a warmonger, he lived for the war, and all the derivative businesses related to the war could be done, and he knew in his previous life that many large companies also worked part-time as battlefield rescuers.

A call for help can be supported by an air strike that belongs to you.

This is Tang Dao's ambition, and he also understands the importance of service, an arms dealer who is not afraid of bullets and bullets braves cannonballs to deliver supplies and earn some living expenses, this spirit is so great that he himself will be moved.

"Gentlemen, would you like to see my goods? Of course, if you want something, I can also go to the purchase, the customer's demand, is our motivation, do our best to serve you. Tang Dao slipped away, and he was not too scared in his heart, and he gestured to open the car door, pointed at them, and gave them a thumbs up, "Good thing." ”

Finally, someone couldn't help but be curious, looked left and right at his friend, muttered a few words, and walked out, "I'll take a look." ”

This person should be close to 190 tall, a few centimeters taller than Tang Dao, but this body is strong, and his clothes can be propped up, he grabbed the car door, looked behind him twice, and his eyes lit up, "It's really a bit of a good thing, but... It's all Soviet goods? ”

"These goods are resistant, but they are much thicker than these nobles in Europe, they are too hypocritical, and they have to be rough people like us to go to the battlefield, they should go to the museum, so that the stupid X's who want to feel the beauty of industry, but don't have the courage to come to the battlefield, can appreciate it."

The other party also nodded in agreement when he heard this.

The weapons made by Lao Maozi are very close to their personalities, irritable, wild, rough but also seem to be unbreakable.

Their stuff will always be famous on the battlefield.

Tang Dao began to muttered in his heart, if this batch of goods sells well, he will find someone to buy the goods, and when the time comes, he will modify the NSV machine gun into a pickup truck and sell it to the Namibian rebels.

The wool has to find a few points together.

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