"We jackals are the strangest existence in the mercenary circle. And we, this strange mercenary group, have been around for more than fifty years. Sometimes I think it's magical......"

The knife hand sniffled and glanced at the fat dog. The latter went to the front of the road in despair, which they had discussed. Hou Dasheng was the third to open the way, and the fat dog was the second.

"Huh?! Fifty years of existence, isn't that weird?! Hou Dasheng was a little inexplicable, and the swordsman sneered when he heard this: "Don't talk about mercenaries, do you think there is no withdrawal in the official army?!" The armed forces of various countries will be abolished. Many units were withdrawn directly after the war, and some units with minor merits will be merged with the remaining units. ”

The big trees in the jungle shade the sky, and the occasional sunlight shining in through the cracks makes people feel a little warm. However, for Hou Dasheng and the others, who were constantly marching, the sun was still a little vicious. They were drenched in sweat.

Unknown birds chirped in the jungle, and from time to time Dasheng could see pythons or venomous snakes roaming through the trees.

"Mercenaries are more likely to disappear than regular troops. The regular forces were scattered or even annihilated, and it was possible to rebuild. If the mercenary is scattered or annihilated, it does not exist. Those who survive will basically join other mercenary units. ”

The knife hand said, his eyes began to be a little dazed, and he didn't know what he remembered. After a while, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Basically, large-scale mercenary groups rarely exist in the circle of mercenaries. ”

"Most of them are just free mercenaries. Free mercenaries are generally the lowest level of cannon fodder and the one with the highest mortality rate. They don't need to be skilled, they can shoot and they can do it. When it's cheap, they'll shoot you for ten dollars. But all they can do is shoot. Whether it can be hit, whether it will persist in fighting, and whether it will be against the water on the battlefield is not guaranteed......"

Hou Dasheng nodded, signaling that he understood. That kind of free mercenary is like duckweed without roots, floating wherever it goes. Today may be to help you die, and seeing that you have a lot of money, you may not think about ****** getting money.

Their only benefit is that they are cheap, and they are undoubtedly a good choice when someone needs to consume enemy bullets. There are many such people on the African continent. When they pick up their guns, they fight, and if they don't, they run.

"Of course, there are some self-motivated, thoughtful freelance mercenaries. After rolling in a few battles without dying, he will think about how to better survive on the battlefield. Then, they go to the training camp. For example, the blood mountain you go to. ”

The swordsman said softly as he walked towards the depths of the jungle with Hou Dasheng: "But the training of Blood Mountain only ensures that they can be distinguished from cannon fodder. At least they can go from the lowest worth of ten dollars to a hundred, right?! Not...... That's about the same number. Then the smart ones among them will start to woo the familiar friends they met during training to form a small mercenary group. ”

This made Hou Dasheng stunned, he didn't expect that someone would form a mercenary group in places like Blood Mountain.

"It's not surprising that they get to know each other so well after the major trainings. Generally speaking, those with good grades will go to someone with average grades to form a training camp together, and then he will be the head of the regiment himself. ”

After a pause, the swordsman shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, they are still the lowest level of mercenaries. Usually there are only twenty or thirty of them, and there are fewer than fifty. Sort of a small mercenary group. The value is not too high, generally three and a half million dollars for a job. Divided, in fact, there is not much. Relatively speaking, they are not easy to take on the job. ”

This Hou Dasheng understands that you are a new brand. Before you make a name for yourself, who would dare to give you the job so easily?! What if you run away halfway through, or reflexively kill your employer?!

"You must have done some missions in your last month in Blood Mountain, right?!" The swordsman smiled weirdly, while Hou Dasheng nodded: "How do you know?!" ”

"Nonsense! Bootcamp do you think you're making more money?! Another way for them to make money is through intermediaries! Arms brokers, war brokers, and even small swag brokers! ”

The swordsman sneered and said, "Those who graduated from the training camp with good grades, why can they become the regiment commander?!" That's because they can get assignments with the training camp. Of course, this is also conditional. They must hand over their true identity to the training camp for verification. The bootcamp will introduce you to tasks and take a commission from them. ”

Hou Dasheng only suddenly realized at this time, no wonder his missions in the Blood Mountain were wave after wave. It turns out that the people of Blood Mountain were able to receive the task themselves, which is not surprising.

"But those are low-end tasks, even if it's a blood mountain, it's already great to receive a million orders." The Blademan shrugged his shoulders and said, "A large number of small and ultra-small mercenary groups will be attached to these training camps. ”

"On the one hand, they can avoid the cost of building their own bases and training grounds. On the other hand, it is difficult for them to get some good orders themselves. Blood Mountain can do this. However, the ultra-small and small mercenary figures also disappeared quickly. In one battle, an entire mercenary group may be wiped out......"

The swordsman's eyes darkened when he said this: "The 'Blood Banner' I used to be in was a small mercenary group. The best small mercenary group! We had forty of us, and then ...... I'm the only one left now......"

Without asking the swordsman what he had experienced, Hou Dasheng just lowered his head in silence. Everyone has their own story, and if others are willing to tell it then you should be a good listener. If you don't want to say it, don't ask more.

The swordsman was only stunned for a while, and then began to tell Hou Dasheng about the situation of the mercenary group. In fact, Blood Mountain is not only a training camp, but also a mercenary group. However, they were whitewashed.

To form a large security company PMC, it is clear that their strength is not enough. But they can still set up a training camp and take on some of the work themselves and subcontract some of the work.

Everyone gets old, and even if they want to fight, if they want to continue to live on the battlefield, time will not allow it. Those old mercenaries who survived through the waves also understand this truth. So, at a certain point, they will all make certain changes.

Of course, this premise is to survive. The mercenary profession has a very high casualty rate and a high group annihilation rate. Small or ultra-small mercenary groups generally do not exist for more than two years. Either it becomes a medium-sized mercenary group, or it disappears. Or most of the dead and alive join other mercenary groups.

Or they were completely annihilated. There are also a few who disbanded after earning a sum of money. Medium-sized mercenary groups will exist for about three to five years.

Those who survive after that will either be transformed into a training camp. Either a small security company will be registered. But these are hardly long-lasting, and they will slowly disappear over time.

Some of them will die on the battlefield. There are also small mercenary groups that have splintered. There are even those who directly break up and a bunch of people turn back into free mercenaries. And the large mercenary group is also a regular international large-scale security enterprise.

Of course, at this time you can no longer call them "mercenaries". Although many times, they do what mercenaries are doing. But more often than not, you can only call them "PMC" - privatemilitarycompany.

Although they are also engaged in personal protection, military training, armed escorts, military strikes...... And so on. But they have been legalized and recognized in a section of the country and internationally.

You can see them when the UNHCR distributes food. When the U.S. Marines train, part of the training is also conducted at their training grounds. It is even up to them to provide training.

In addition, they are almost always responsible for the overseas security, armed escorts, and even some covert military suppression of large multinational companies. The illegal part, they don't quite do it themselves. Unless the customer's requirements are too hidden, or the task is too difficult, others may not complete it next.

"We, jackals, are the most special. It has existed for more than 50 years, but it has not been disbanded or turned into a PMC. Yet, we continued to fight. The Blademan smiled, "Maybe we'll die soon, or maybe we'll continue to exist......"

The training is still continuing, but fortunately, now Hou Dasheng, the knife hand, and the fat dog are not as easy to be annihilated as before. On one occasion, they even killed the wolf without sacrificing.

Hou Dasheng couldn't help but sigh, the tacit understanding was really trained by many drills. From the beginning of the cooperation is unfamiliar, to now the three of them can know what to do with each other's eyes and movements, and this tacit understanding will not be formed if it is not for many times of cooperation.

Finally, after the last drill, the giant wolves announced that they were relaxing for a day. The next day, they did not practice, and everyone was in the jungle outside the base, roasting meat, drinking beer and chatting for a leisurely day.

That night, led by the giant wolf and the snow fox, Hou Dasheng, the knife hand and the fat dog went to an airport. With the passports and visas provided to them by the giant wolf and the snow fox, they boarded the plane.

"When you get there, someone will answer you. Your weapons will be shipped through other channels. The giant wolf was at the airport, looked at the three of them solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Remember, if things can't be done, first save yourself." Don't be stupid and desperate, it's only possible to survive! ”

"Jackal!!" In the hidden place of the airport, the fat dog and the knife hand lowered their heads and clenched their right hands into fists and knocked them their chests!