Chapter 199: Mercenary Regiment

When the brightness of the sky pierces the void of Baghdad, the storm is followed by a long depression!

The streets were deserted, except for the occasional wild dog with an unknown carrion in its mouth, its eyes were red, and if it heard movement, it would run away, and the wild dogs in this war-torn area had learned to be cautious.

Finally, a brave civilian opened the door and looked around carefully, and his wife, dressed in traditional clothes, sat nervously on the bed with her child in her arms, and watched her husband leave worriedly.

He had to go out, and there wasn't much to eat at home.

The humanitarian shelter is nothing more than a means for the despicable to swear their own justice, so empty that even the rats are shivering with hunger.

"May Allah bless us!"

The wife prayed in the back.

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When Gao Jun got out of the tank, he saw Muhammad approaching with a white man holding him up, his hands raised, his face still frightened, his lips moving up and down, as if praying.

Gao Jun was a little puzzled, shouted at him, and motioned for him to come over.

โ€œboss๏ผŸโ€ Muhammad smirked, and there were unidentified black spots on his front teeth.

"This is? Captive? โ€

The bearded man nodded and sneered, "As soon as this artillery hits, when we rush in, they will surrender, this European is just afraid of death." โ€

The white man who was scolded was very unconvinced, but he just blushed and didn't know how to explain it.

"Do you want to live?" Gao Jun looked at the white man and stretched out two fingers, "Two hundred thousand dollars for a life!" โ€

The white man, who had just heard Gao Jun's first half of the sentence and was still a little excited, instantly widened his eyes, his tongue couldn't fall, and he stammered in fright, "Two... $200,000? Fack! What about robbery? โ€

The second half of this sentence is purely a subconscious blurt out.

"That's right, robbery!" Gao Jun smiled very freely, admitted it directly, put his hand in his pocket, and said, "Of course, you can also choose to be sold as a slave, I have a route to Gambia, there is a shortage of labor over there, I have to get some benefits from you." โ€

The shells fired all need money, and they can exchange prisoners for dollars, and Gao Jun doesn't care about any humanitarianism.

The way to make money is written in the criminal code!

"No, no, no!" The white man hurriedly shook his head and took a breath in a panic, "We don't have that much money, the mercenary group was active in North Africa before, and it was ... The mission failed, and several comrades were lost, and the money was used for pensions. โ€

"I didn't think you were quite a work ethic." Gao Jun teased.

In fact, groups like mercenary groups have no organization to restrain at all, they are apostle walkers roaming the legal borders, they have just changed from single vultures to groups of wild wolves, and the powerful mercenary groups are even more elite than the infantry of any country in the world, but most of them are official violent groups that have been co-opted.

For example, the famous Gurkha mercenaries are one of the world's most famous foreign mercenary groups. Known for his discipline and bravery, he was loyal to his employers.

Originally from the village of Gorkha, west of Kathmandu, Nepal, he applied for military service in the United Kingdom with an annual salary of $8,500 and a 15-year service. Over the past 150 years, the Gurkhas have participated in almost every conflict related to Britain or India.

All Gurkha combat camps are named after the British monarchs. One of the oldest Gurkha battalions in the British army also has a proud two-meter-long bronze "Queen's Staff". This was awarded to the battalion by the Queen of England in 1863 in lieu of the Combat Hero Medal.

If it is a private mercenary group, it is much more pitiful.

There are surprises in terms of weapons and equipment, supplies and even death benefits, and to put it bluntly, these people all come together for profit, and there are very few deaths caused by the uneven distribution of spoils.

For example, in 2004 in Tripoli, the capital of Libya, a shootout at a bathing place in the center of the city killed 13 and injured 21, due to cannibalism caused by the unequal distribution of spoils among mercenary groups.

So Gao Jun was still a little surprised to hear that this white man was also paying a pension, which is also rare.

"Of course, what I admire most is the warriors on the battlefield." Gao Jun's words seemed very fake, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't show any respect at all, "I can give you another way to live." โ€

"What?" The white man asked hurriedly.

"Fight for me!" Gao Jun stretched out his arms and pointed around, "You can see that I am an arms dealer, I love peace..."

Peace-loving?

The corners of Gao Jun's mouth twitched, and even the devil didn't believe it.

Of course, no one dared to express their opinions, and they had to hold back their expressions.

Gao Jun was in full view of this scene, and he didn't care about it, and continued, "But there are always people who want to use force to make me submit, I think it's very violent, I need someone to calm them down, you help me this time, and when it's over, I can let you go back." โ€

The eyes of the white people were happy, they were mercenaries for whom they fought and not for whom they were fighting, "Are you serious? โ€

โ€œof course๏ผ I'm a trustworthy businessman. โ€

"Alright, give us the weapon." The white man said succinctly.

"Give them them, remember to give them an extra base of ammunition, we can't be stingy with our partners."

Gao Jun was a little addicted to smoking, rubbed his hands, took out a box of cigarillos from his suit, took a puff in his mouth, and said to Muhammad, and then looked at the white man, "I don't know what to call you yet?" โ€

"Edward. Marori, you can also call me by a nickname, African Giant Rat! This guy looked proud when he talked about his nickname, and looked at Gao Jun with a blank eye.

"Good name, man." Gao Jun waved his hand, and this casual appearance obviously made Edward frustrated.

"Go and rest, it won't be long before you're going to need you."

Gao Jun patted Edward's shoulder, walked towards the place where the troops were assembled, and as soon as he turned around, his complexion changed, and he sneered at Peter beside him, "Let them rush first next time!" โ€

If there is a loss in the three-leaf jungle, Gao Jun will not be able to explain it.

Cannon fodder sent to the door always has to be of some use.

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Anderson sat on the Tiger tank and smoked a cigarette, patting the barrel of the gun, his face was still unfinished, and when he saw Gao Jun, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Hey! Man, what's the next time we're going to have a good deal? โ€

"Like it?" Gao Jun asked with a smile.

"Of course! **๏ผ I love the feeling of bombarding each other with one shot, and that's the game men should play! Anderson raised his head and shouted happily, this breath was not inhaled, he choked half to death, and he retched vigorously when he lay on it.

"Do you want your boss to buy one? The price is cheap, for the sake of our relationship, 650,000 US dollars, drive away. "Gao Jun never forgets to sell.

With a smile on his face, Anderson quickly climbed down from the tank above, waved his hand and refused, very decisively, "No! We wouldn't want this kind of equipment even if we killed it! โ€

Trying to pull out dollars from a mercenary's mouth is like snatching from a dog's mouth!

Gao Jun didn't force it, handed An Desheng a cigarette, and personally lit it for the other party, saying, "Job should have told you that you let me hire for three days, and you should obey me in these three days?" โ€

"Theoretically, Mr. Gao, we won't send us to death!" Anderson glanced at Gao Jun with this look.

"Don't worry, man, Job is my friend." Gao Jun's face cracked, his right hand put on Anderson's shoulder, leaned his ear over, and plotted.

The more he listened to this, the more shocked he became, his eyes widened, and he lost his voice, "What? Kidnap? โ€

He looked around as if he was in a weak heart, and then lowered his voice, "You let us do such a thing as kidnapping?" โ€

"Man, don't act like you're a decent man!" Gao Jun glanced at him and rubbed his hands, "What can't you do for the sake of dollars?" Kidnapping is just one of your services. โ€

"You have a point... Butโ€”" Anderson hesitated.

The struggle on his face fell into Gao Jun's eyes, and he smiled, "If it succeeds, I will give you 50,000 US dollars privately." โ€

"Deal!" There was no struggle on Anderson's face, the corners of his mouth were about to crack, and he directly held Gao Jun's hand and said, "Mr. Gao is really generous." โ€

"Fuck!" Gao Jun scolded his mother in his heart, but his face was still light-hearted, "Don't let me down." โ€

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