I want to be a warlord

Chapter 97 Mr. Boar
"Good morning, Demir."

Wang Zhen, who got up early and came back from running around the camp in full gear, saw Demir, the person in charge of this small oil field, and extended his hand to say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Wild Boar." Demir waved his hand to greet Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen froze in place, you, what are you talking about?
What the hell is Mr. Boar?

Who spread this temporary nickname?

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

An image of a slut appeared in Wang Zhen's mind, it must be the bastard donkey, he will kill this guy when he returns soon!

"Compared to wild boar, I prefer to be called king." Wang Zhen said with a stiff smile.

"Ah, is that right, okay, Wang." Demir froze for a moment.

"Okay, let's change the subject, I have something to trouble you." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"You say, I will try my best."

"I want to learn Arabic from you. You know, a lot of our PMC business is concentrated in the Middle East, so it's really inconvenient if we don't understand the local language." Wang Zhen said sincerely, "We have more time during the day, I want to recharge myself."

"Ah, yes, of course it's no problem." Demir agreed without hesitation.

"Then it's settled. I'll go find you after breakfast." Wang Zhen waved his hand and continued to run.

Compared with the Golden Retriever and the others, Wang Zhen is much worse in terms of physical fitness and strength. This cannot be changed in a day or two. It just so happens that this task is relatively free, so he naturally has to hurry up and train more.

By the time the Golden Retriever and the others got up, Wang Zhen had already run a 5-kilometer run, and had been working out in the gym for another hour, dripping with sweat.

"Wow, the rookie is working hard." The donkey leaned aside and looked at Wang Zhen with a half-smile, "Tsk tsk, so weak."

"Ahhh!" Wang Zhen jumped up and grabbed the donkey's neck, "Tell me, did you tell Demir that I was nicknamed Wild Boar!"

Seeing the donkey being shaken constantly by Wang Zhen, Jin Mao and the others burst out laughing.

"Damn it, it's not me, you're slandering!" the donkey controlled his body and shouted loudly.

"Impossible, besides you, who else has such a broken mouth!" Wang Zhen couldn't believe it, "What do you think, bayonet."

"Uh..." Unexpectedly, Bayonet showed an awkward yet polite smile on his face, raised his hand, and turned his head slightly, "Well, is there a more possibility, this time it really wasn't what the donkey said. "

Wang Zhen: "..."

Stopping the movement of shaking the donkey, Wang Zhen squinted his eyes, turned to look at the bayonet, "You're not right!"

"Well, I admit it, I said it." The bayonet sighed.

"Look, look, the truth is out, king, my heart hurts so much, you stabbed me deeply, you must give me enough compensation." The donkey immediately came to life and yelled loudly, as if hurt Like a wronged little girl.

"What?" Wang Zhen spread his hands, his face puzzled, bayonet, what an honest and honest person, how could he do such a thing.

"Didn't you say that your nickname was Wild Boar?" The bayonet looked at the donkey again, "The donkey said, you look like a sunny boy on the outside, honest and harmless, but in fact you are sinister, cunning, mean, shameless, and always I wanted to use my nickname to confuse the enemy, so I gave myself the nickname Young Hero."

"But this cartoon is not popular, and not all Americans have heard of it, so in the end you decided to call yourself a wild boar, so that people will think you are a reckless and impulsive person who doesn't like to use your brain, and will make people put down Be defensive, and then you will be tricked to death."

"So, yesterday when Demir asked me what to call everyone in the future, I said you were called a wild boar."

"Insidious? Cunning? Despicable? Shameless?" Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and looked at the donkey who was about to slip away, "I'll kill you!!"

There was a fuss for a while, and finally the golden retriever pulled the two of them apart, "Okay, okay, let's go eat."

"But Wang, you really should give yourself a nickname. Although the donkey is very cheap, I also think what he said this time is still reasonable."

"A wise man will surely lose something if he worries a lot, and a fool will gain something if he worries a lot." The poet said in a strange tone.

"No, never!" Wang Zhen shook his head resolutely, the image of the wild boar is too bad.

"Give it up, wild boar, the nicknames are all given by others, how can anyone give himself a nickname." The donkey shouted loudly from behind: "Believe me, this is the best disguise."

"Don't call me a wild boar!" Wang Zhen struggled and said, "Couldn't it be another one? Like a hippopotamus?"

"Okay boar, I know the boar."

Wang Zhen: "..."

……

At 8 o'clock in the evening, after it was completely dark, the scythe squad and a group were fully armed, got on a Humvee, and drove out from the base.

According to the mission requirements, they will drive along the pipeline all the way to the camp at the other end, where they will spend the night today.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Wang Zhen asked without understanding.

"Remember, in Iraq, if you are on the road at night, if you are not a large force, then you must not turn on the lights. It will make you like a bonfire in the night sky, and you will be discovered a few kilometers away." Golden Retriever Spread knowledge to Wang Zhen.

These are the most valuable survival experiences.

"If someone is going to attack you, they just need to lay an ambush in advance, and then two RPGs can blow you up!"

Wang Zhen understood that it was Iraq after all, and following traffic regulations was tantamount to courting death, and he had to do the opposite.

What is their biggest advantage over terrorists?
high tech!

There are 20 people on Curry's side, and they do more work, but the combined salary of 20 people is not as high as the commission of 6 people in the scythe team?

Is the capitalist's money so easy to get?
Buckle up the low-light night vision device, the line of sight is hardly affected, and you can hide yourself better.

Don't look at everyone laughing and joking before departure, but when it comes to the task, everyone is very serious. The poet and the shovel are in the front and rear two cars respectively, with two night vision devices on their helmets, AN/PVS-14 low-light night vision device and AN/PAS23 infrared night vision device.

The two should pay attention to the sides and back of the vehicle to prevent enemies hidden under the sand and invisible to the low-light night vision device.

The atmosphere was rather dignified, no one spoke along the way, there was no road along the pipeline, and the driving speed was very slow in the sand, and it took a full hour for 20 kilometers.

It was not until a temporary rest point set up 20 kilometers in the middle that everyone got out of the car for a short rest.

After an hour of high concentration, it was really exhausting.

After resting for half an hour, I continued on the road and arrived at the destination after 10 o'clock in the evening. Nothing happened along the way.

This is a base with an area of ​​only more than 600 square meters, where the pipeline will merge into another thicker pipeline.

The peaceful patrol life lasted for half a month, and even the elite scythe squad gradually lowered their vigilance under the passing of these days.

until……

(End of this chapter)