"You want to command the troops yourself?"

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Qin Lang stared at Yi Shui's eyes for a while, and then said, "You have no experience in commanding ground forces, let alone the ability to command ground forces in battle, I can't hand over any troops to your command." ”

"Qin Lang-"

"Listen to me, Yi Shui." Qin Lang motioned for him to be quiet, "I can't put any troops under your command, but I can let you participate in the operation as a special observer of the company." ”

His arrangement did not satisfy Yi Shui. "It doesn't make any sense." "If I don't have command of the troops, then I can't stop ......"

"Even if you have command, you can't change anything." Like Rachel, Qin Lang was well aware of Yi Shui's thoughts. He understood the kid as well, but the approach he had chosen to solve the problem was clearly wrong. "The supreme command belongs to the commander sent by the army, and you still need to obey his orders."

"I can dissuade him."

"You can only advise him, and he won't necessarily take your advice. If you want to stop something bad from happening, you have to look for other ways. ”

"How?" Yi Shui stared at Qin Lang intently. Every time he says something like that, he must have figured out the problem.

Qin Lang does have a solution to the problem. He took out a bottle of Coke from under his desk, opened it and handed it to Yi Shui, then took out another bottle of Coke. "I think you should already be clear," he said as he unscrewed the cap, "and anything that can be solved with money is not a problem." ”

"Money?"

"Bought with money. Yishui, there is no one who can't be bought, the key is whether the price you offer is appropriate. Qin Lang took a big sip of Coke, which made him feel much happier. So he continued to say to Yi Shui: "Ordinary Chinese now can't talk about patriotism, give them a little sweetness, and they will treat you as God." ”

"But where do I go to get the money?" Yi Shui asked confusedly.

"You sign the check, and the federal government pays." Qin Lang shrugged, "Don't worry, Yi Shui." If it finds that it is possible to buy the Chinese with money and reduce the obstacles to the establishment of concessions, Washington will become more generous than ever. ”

"And it could also curry favor with legislators from the western states of silver." After a while, he made another addition.

"Do you think this method is really feasible, Qin Lang?" Yi Shui asked suspiciously. He didn't feel it, but he was intrigued.

"Trust me, it's the best way to do it." Qin Lang convinced him that as long as the price was right, the people living in the concession and the surrounding area could buy it. In order to improve their living conditions and make themselves richer, they would gladly accept silver dollars paid by Americans.

"In the face of the temptation of money, few people can be unmoved." Greed has always been the Achilles' heel of humanity and always will be. This is the most fundamental weakness. "As long as the vast majority of people are willing to take money, the problem is no longer a problem."

Yi Shui finally breathed a sigh of relief. "You always have good ideas, Qin Lang."

Qin Lang smiled nonchalantly. With a relaxed mood, Yi Shui strode out of the office and went about his own business - he was still in charge of delivering supplies to Devil's Island.

One problem was solved, and the other was quickly resolved. Soon after Yi Shui left, Qin Lang negotiated with Harriman, and then they quickly reached a consensus and signed a letter of intent to hire a security guard.

Under the letter of intent, Umbrella will send two security teams to China to assist the Navy and Marine Corps in establishing a concession in Guangzhou Bay for a period of one year. As the direct employer of these security guards, the Admiralty pays Umbrella a $4 million commission.

Of course, this is only an intent, and the final contract will not be signed until the Admiralty, the federal government, and Congress have considered the letter of intent—however, Qin Lang and Harriman both believe that this is only a symbolic formality.

Hiring mercenaries from the Umbrella company was something that had already been decided, on the one hand, Qin Lang had made that plan, he needed to be compensated, and secondly, only his company could send mercenaries overseas. Although each consortium has a private army, no one wants to send their own armed forces.

Umbrella is the only one that can be picked and controlled, and things can't be messed up.

"Soon, probably within a week, a definite answer," Harriman said, "and now I want to know, when will your troops be ready, Qin?" ”

"They're ready to go, and they're ready to go when the contract is signed." Although the training is not yet complete, the troops sent to China do not need to take on high-intensity combat missions - in fact, most of the time, their main job is to maintain social order. Qin Lang thought that his mercenaries could do the job.

They are ready to go. "However, I still need to do some reorganization of the troops." He added.

At present, mercenary units are still scattered, equivalent to infantry platoons, and combat units at the company and battalion levels have not yet been formed, and there are no heavy firepower units. They're all going to be built up in a week. It's not difficult, and there are a few veterans hired by the company who are Marine Corps captains or Army captains, and they are just right to serve as battalion commanders.

In addition, the squads will also be reorganized. Mercenaries who are relatively calm, impulsive, have no penchant for killing, and are good at communicating with others are incorporated into the forces sent to China, and only they are suited for the task of maintaining order, contacting and pacifying civilians.

Wen Si belongs to such soldiers.

"You're so lucky, Wen Si." Zhang Biao watched him pack his luggage with jealousy. Every mercenary wants to be given a chance to carry out a mission. Only those who perform tasks are paid, not to mention that Wen Si is on overseas missions, so he will receive seventy-five dollars a month for the next year.

This really made Zhang Biao, who didn't know when he would get his salary, jealous.

However, Wen Si was not happy at all, he was even very depressed. "I was back in China on a mission, and I was helping the American soldiers establish a concession. Brother Biao, I will be scolded to death by the villagers. ”

"Wen, your home is in Guangzhou Bay?" Vane asked curiously.

"No, my home is in Xiangshan, but it's very close to Guangzhou Bay." Wen Si sighed, "If I go back, it won't be long before the whole village will know." ”

"It's terrible." Butz leaned over, "If you don't mind, I'm willing to go to China on a mission in your place, Wen." ”

Of the four, he and Zhang Biao were left behind to join the troops that were going to Abyssinia, while Wen Si and Van En were incorporated into the troops going to China. But Butz had no idea that he would be sent to Africa to fight the Italian army, so he was now desperate for a mission.

However, they are not qualified to decide who should travel to China.

"Even if Wen Si doesn't mind, it's useless, we all have to obey the arrangement from above." Zhang Biao poured a basin of cold water. Of course, he has a little bit of "I can't go, you don't want to go".

"I know, of course I do. It's just that I think the company is clearly not very well thought out when it comes to arranging who should carry out the task. Butz complained, "Completely indifferent to the feelings of those of us—"

Vane interrupted him. "There's obviously no need for the company to take into account our feelings, William. We are just small people, and we have always been victims. ”

"And I'm the first." Wen Si had already finished packing his luggage. There was actually nothing, a couple of gray uniforms, fishing vests, boots, baseball caps...... Anyway, the standard supplies that the company issued to each mercenary can be packed into a military backpack in a few minutes.

Just the thought of having to live in a barracks with some strangers slowed down Wen Si's packing up - but now, he got the job done.

"Alright, we have to go." He and Vane shouldered their backpacks and waved goodbye to Zhang Biao and Butz, "There is a chance to come and play." ”

"We'll come here when we get the chance." Zhang Biao and Butz replied at the same time, "Good luck to you." ”

Wen Si and Van walked out of the barracks and walked towards the new barracks a hundred yards away. When they got there, they found that the rest of the team had already arrived, and Harry•Thomas was there.

"Very well, everyone is here now." Seeing the last two arrive, Thomas began to say, "Welcome to the 3rd Squadron of Squadron A, 501 Brigade, I'm your Commander Harry•Thomas Junior Commando Squadron Leader, I know many of you know me......"

He started to introduce himself, but as he said, many people knew him, so no one listened carefully to his self-introduction. The mercenaries cared more about their titles - Thomas's title was "Leader of the Squadron of Junior Commandos", while the titles of several squad leaders were "Leader of the Senior Squad", and as for the ordinary soldiers, they were called "Commandos".

For these titles, every mercenary feels novel, after all, this is different from the rank of the army. In reality, however, this was a SS rank. Qin Lang couldn't find a suitable title to divide the rank of mercenaries, so he simply copied it.

And this was despite the fact that he did not like neither the SS nor the Nazis, and no less like Germany.

But he just used the rank of SS.

Now, Thomas is the Squadron Leader of the Junior Commando, and as a Squad Leader, he can also appoint a Superior Squadron Leader as an assistant. "Wen Four." He called, "I need a superior squad leader, to be your role until you resign or I find someone more suitable." ”

"What!" Wen Si almost fainted.

It's not because of excitement.

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Note: The title of the SS is used here, and in the Waffen-SS, the "leader of the lower commando squadron" is called the "leader of the third-level commando squadron" (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )