Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 180 Meeting in a foreign country, a long-term plan (5K monthly vote please!)

"It's so miserable!"

Hans couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In the camp below, some tents were still burning, and the flames also illuminated the surrounding bomb craters.

"The target is too big. This time we have no friendly forces to share the damage."

What Xiayu was talking about was the battle in Panaka. Busa had assembled a number of troops scattered in the outskirts of the city.

Unlike now, gathering together is like a target, and if the rebels are willing to pay the price, they will definitely gain something.

Little Anka was also unlucky, his chariots were fine, and they rammed themselves into the muzzle.

"Boss, the two excavators you sold to them seem to have been severely beaten."

Hans said sharply.

He didn't say that Xia Yu really didn't see it. The chassis of the two Lao Sanyi were fine, but the big arms were broken to varying degrees.

Yes, it can be repaired, but the salvage value is not great.

An OF-540 anti-explosive grenade, after removing the charge, still has a body of nearly 40kg, which can be turned into shrapnel all over the sky, which is enough to punch the chassis of an unprotected excavator full of holes.

Alas, let's sell two more to old Anka later!

Changing the industry will not affect Xia Yu's return to the old industry, but now he has to save his son.

Controlling the doe to land steadily on the tarmac of their camp, the people who had been waiting for a long time opened the hatch of the transport cabin, and carried the little Anka, who was covered in blood, on a stretcher.

"01 and Honey Badger follow, Mole, you lead the rest of us, find the group of students you know, maintain order in the camp, treat the wounded and prevent rebel attacks."

Xia Yu quickly assigned the task.

Little Anka was injured, and Masar couldn't count on him. Only contractors like them were there to help.

"Yes × 3!"

Sergey took care of little Anka, while Domi closed the hatch of the transport cabin with all his hands up and down.

Kuhn led the team to leave, and the Mi-24V took off again, flying to the frontline hospital dozens of kilometers away.

"Call the Blue Helmet Panaka Regional Integrated Stabilization Mission, this is Weasel, the military contractor of the Busa side, our camp has just been attacked by rebels, a large number of government soldiers including Battalion Commander Anka Chinaz Injuried."

Xia Yu turned on the radio and called in plain code.

This is to prevent accidental injury. The salvo of dozens of large-caliber howitzers can be heard far away. The stability maintenance team must have heard it. Maybe the reconnaissance helicopters will take off in a while.

There will be no oolong incident if you contact in advance.

"One of our helicopters will be flying to the hospital and a convoy of wounded will be arriving soon."

"Received by the Stability Maintenance Team, this is the commander of the unit, ZENG. How is the situation ahead? Are the two sides at war?"

ZENG?

Zeng!

I didn't expect to meet a fellow villager. It seemed that this was a mixed team of blue helmets.

"Commander Zeng, our side has completed the counterattack and successfully wiped out the rebel frontline artillery group. They have no other actions for the time being."

Xia Yu said calmly.

This, how is this possible, the shelling is over...

In less than 10 minutes, this efficiency is unbelievable, but it is the truth.

Lao Zeng, who was looking at each other with his colleagues, heard the sound of the helicopter propeller, and the camp's searchlight shot a beam of light, illuminating the Mi-24V in the sky.

"It's an armed helicopter, no wonder, as long as the reaction is fast enough, it is possible to achieve this level."

The deputy commander opened the curtain, looked at the doe who had obtained the landing permission and landed slowly.

Wuzhi is the natural enemy of armored and artillery units, and a field air defense system must be equipped to defeat this can-opening weapon.

"According to the investigation of the United Nations, some time ago, a batch of anti-aircraft weapons flowed into the hands of the opposition, but they were all lost in the multiple bombings by the Busa side."

Thinking of the information he had seen before, Lao Zeng said.

"Otherwise, even the outdated Shilka River would not be able to allow the Mi-24 to achieve this level. But taking off to fight against enemy fire shows the courage and strength of this crew."

"That's right, the opponent is a master!"

After turning off the engine, Xia Yu, who didn't know that he was praised, took the chest strap that Domi handed over from the connection between the transport cabin and the cockpit, and his Glock 19.

He came out too quickly, except for a self-defense sub-pistol, he didn't bring a rifle or a main pistol.

In fact, it is just in case, the important thing is that his mobile phone and satellite phone are plugged into the chest!
During the operation of the company, Xia Yu could take the position of any technical employee, but he would basically not take the job of a combat employee, so in addition to two hand grenades, he only had two 30-round rifle magazines on his chest.

It is really a configuration for self-defense. The other slots are filled with sundries such as communication tools, batteries, and keys, which is in line with his boss's personality.

Hans, who waved his hand to get off the helicopter, helped Sergey carry the stretcher off, while Xia Yu took out his satellite phone and dialed old Anka's number.

"Mr. Sherlock, what's the matter so late?"

After waiting for half a minute for the call to come through, Lao Anka's tired voice came over.

Being an official is busier than doing business, so I can only say that it is painful and happy!
But Xia Yu's call in the middle of the night gave him a bad premonition.

"Mr. Anka, I want to inform you of bad news. The rebels attacked our camp tonight. Battalion Commander Anka was hit by a high-explosive grenade. Fortunately, the tent has resisted most of the damage from the shrapnel. We have put the He was taken to the hospital."

Halfway through Xia Yu's words, old Anka became sober.

He's just such a son, so don't let anything happen to him!

"I prepared a lot of plasma in advance, but I don't know the blood type of Battalion Commander Anka."

Xia Yu asked about Xiao Anka's blood type.

Type O blood is only theoretically universal blood. Because factors such as the matching of RH factor and other specific antigens must also be considered, clinical blood transfusions are all of the same type.

"It's Type B!"

Very good, the process of blood type identification can be omitted, that is, cross-matching is still required.

"Then let's talk later!"

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yu quickly caught up with the crowd.

"Doctor, hurry up, Battalion Commander Anka needs surgery, he..."

Hans stepped down from the refugees sleeping on both sides of the aisle with their legs across the middle of the road, and shouted to a female doctor on night shift in front of him.

It's just that halfway through the sentence, he suddenly felt that the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him were so familiar!

"Doctor, his blood type is type B, why are you staring blankly?"

Xia Yu, who arrived late, took over the conversation.

There are so many patients in this hospital, but why did Hans stop suddenly, and why did this female doctor look a little dodgy?

Without allowing him to think too much, the guy reached out and pulled off the female doctor's mask in the next second.

"Liv? Why are you here?"

Hans's eyes were filled with disbelief. He shouldn't have seen her here!

"The wounded needs an operation, you take him to the operating room quickly."

The doctor named Liv avoided Hans's question, took out a mask and put it on again, and walked quickly in front to lead the way for everyone.

At this moment, only Domi didn't know what was wrong, because he was blind to see white people.

Both Xia Yu and Sergey, who was carrying the stretcher on the other side, were thoughtful.

The outline of Hans' eyes and nose can be found in the face of the female doctor.

Considering her age, she could be Hans' sister, right?
The two looked at each other subconsciously, as if they had discovered a big secret.

But that’s not right. Hans’s sister shouldn’t be called Hannah!
Probably only the Chinese people would give Chinese people their transliterated names like this, but they didn’t name them like this.

Speaking of which, Liv is a nice name, and is Hans living in the past?
The last group photo of a family of four is certainly the most precious memory, but the little girl without front teeth has grown into a big girl.

Xia Yu looked as tall as he did, and the foreigner's frame was big, no wonder everyone was so fertile.

Everyone didn't say a word on the road, and soon came to the operating room of the field hospital set up on the basis of the building, where another doctor and several nurses were waiting.

They all heard the noise just now, so those who were not on duty also got up from the bed and prepared to treat the wounded.

For various reasons, little Anka came the fastest, and the two operating beds in the operating room were empty at the moment.

Xia Yu and the others sent people in, leaving blood behind, and they were kicked out before they could say anything more.

Liv quickly washed it off, put on a sterile suit and stayed inside, which also made Hans who wanted to say something give up.

"Mongoose, I didn't expect that your sister is a medical student."

Xia Yu patted Hans on the shoulder and said.

No wonder this guy said that his sister has good grades and is the pride of their family.

An intellectual such as a doctor or teacher from an ordinary family does have the capital to be proud of.Anyway, for a negative teaching material like Xia Yu, it is impossible to take the lead in dining in the countryside.

"But she obviously hasn't graduated yet, so why did she come to Afika?"

Hans muttered, seemingly unable to understand the question.

But Xia Yu felt something was wrong when she heard it. How could she have surgery without graduation?Little Anka won't have any problems, right?

This is not the case, there is another doctor in the operating room, who should be in charge of the operation.

"Maybe she's an intern. Although Doctors Without Borders doesn't recruit interns, she can speak French and has good grades. Plus, if there's a shortage of people, she can come here even if she breaks the rules."

China’s medical undergraduate course is 3 years of basics + 3 years of clinical practice, which is one year longer than in China, but it is also better than Lao Mei who can only apply for medical school as a graduate student. I heard from Hans that Liv is in her sixth year of medical school this year, so Xia Yu guessed so.

This is very close to the truth.

Regulations are dead, but people are alive. As long as you want to come, you can definitely come.

"Even so, she shouldn't be here."

Hans said as an older brother.

It's just that, Xia Yu feels that this brother and sister seem to be in the same boat, isn't he also in Afika himself?

And no matter what, fighting in a hail of bullets is far more dangerous than treating illnesses and saving lives.

Hans kept this from his family, and it was no wonder his sister kept it from him.

"She shouldn't have come to Afika. She should have stayed in Muzhei and become a respectable doctor."

Hans continued to mutter.

"He can also be respected here, but there is indeed a certain danger."

Xia Yu said objectively.

There are not so many patients in Munihei who need treatment. Treating diseases and saving lives is the original intention. As a profession that requires a lot of practice, doctors can be fully trained in third world countries.

There is a difference between doing 5 surgeries in a week and 5 surgeries in a day. This can be regarded as the reward of hard work and dedication. People are haggard but also become stronger.

"Following the blue helmets, safety is more or less guaranteed."

Thinking of the stability maintenance team next to him, Xia Yu comforted Hans.

This is a rule not to fire the first shot, but with permission to fire, they can let the rebels and local armed forces see what a regular army is.

In this regard, Hans, who has performed peacekeeping missions, should have a better understanding than Xia Yu.

"Boss, can you give me that gun of yours? It will be deducted directly from my salary."

Hans suddenly spoke of guns.

He was referring to Xia Yu's modified small pistol.

"What are you talking about? It's like this. Your sister is my sister. Just treat it as a meeting gift!"

As Xia Yu said, she bent down and rolled up the left trouser leg.

A pair of Glock 43s strapped to his calf that he hadn't taken off while sleeping.

Among the Glock square heads, it and 42 are the smallest Glocks, both of which can only hold 6 rounds of bullets.

For short bursts and extreme self-defense after the main pistol's ammunition is exhausted, 6 rounds of bullets are enough, and the revolver generally only has 6 rounds, and it is enough to kill the enemy without killing the enemy.

Of course, only for PMC contractors.

Ordinary people use Glock 43 for daily self-defense, and generally do not empty the magazine.

Xia Yu's gun has been modified with a silver-white sleeve, a harder-feeling trigger group, and a third-party barrel with higher accuracy.

With this combination, you can shoot within 20 meters with your hand raised, the target accuracy is very good, and it is also friendly to people who use less guns.

Xia Yu took off the gun, along with the holster and a spare magazine, and placed them in Hans' hands.

When he buys a gun, he usually buys several of the same model. He doesn’t feel bad about losing it, and giving it away doesn’t affect him to get another one, so he doesn’t have to worry about his own defense.

If Hans insisted on giving money, he would look down on him as a boss!
"Thank you boss, this girl is better at shooting than me. When she was a child, she used my dad's .22 to shoot wild rabbits, one shot at a time."

Touching the body of the gun, Hans said reminiscently.

Most countries in Europe allow hunting with guns. When they were young, the Hans brothers and sisters followed their father and often caused harm to hares, but these wonderful things came to an abrupt end one day.

"God can't favor someone too much, your talent is all on the cannon."

Xia Yu is quite good at comforting people.

After hearing this, Hans felt much relieved.

At this moment, the sound of a truck diesel engine sounded outside the hospital.

"Call the boss, here is the mole, everything is normal in the camp, my students are sending the wounded over."

Kuhn called on the radio.

It was right to give him the job of guarding the camp. Half of the people in the Anka infantry camp were Kuhn's students. The military chief was injured, and he, a former instructor, could also control the situation.

"Roger that!"

It's not too late to count the losses tomorrow, the most important thing now is to save people.

Without an armored medical vehicle, Xia Yu couldn't become a field doctor, but he could still do basic wound treatment and battlefield first aid.

"Honey Badger, go get the medical kit from the helicopter."

"Yes!"

There are two medical boxes on the Mi-24V, the one in the cockpit is used for crew rescue, and the rear of the transport cabin is equipped with a standard rescue configuration for a team of 6 people.

Except for Andre's sprained ankle, there is no wounded in the fire defense. The first aid prepared by Xia Yu should be used first by the friendly forces in need!
Hans and Sergey, who had a longer service life, did a better job, and Domi, who was the weakest, followed suit. The 4 people who were busy treating the wounded did not notice that the door of the operating room was opened.

Liv who came out happened to see this scene.

The elder brother who hadn't seen him for many years was still the same. In the few times of contact, she knew that he had changed his job and came from Genea, but he shouldn't be in Kongluga, why did he come to the border.

That's right, her brother took off his military uniform and became a PMC employee. Naturally, he would appear wherever there was a war.

Being dispatched to Guo this time, Li Fu was ready to meet her brother, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Quick, send the two most seriously injured!"

The operating room nurse shouted to everyone.

Only then did Xia Yu and the others know that Anka's operation was over.

The four of them carried the two soldiers whose legs were to be amputated, walked quickly into the operating room, and then carried little Anka to the open space outside according to the instructions of the surgeon.

This is the case with medical treatment in a battlefield environment. He is very lucky to be able to perform surgery before these soldiers and have enough blood plasma.

Xia Yu took out the satellite phone and called old Anka's number again.

"Mr. Sherlock, how is Anka doing?"

Old Anka asked in a trembling voice.

"It's great. He has already had the operation and all the shrapnel has been taken out. He just needs to recuperate for a while, but I suggest that we stick to it until we finish fighting the rebels, and it will not be too late to retreat to Busa for recuperation."

Xia Yu said meaningfully.

"Mr. Sherlock, do you mean..."

Lao Jianghu understood it as soon as he heard it.

"Yes, he was seriously injured and could not leave the firing line. Battalion Commander Anka led the troops and finally defeated the rebels."

According to this script, Lao Anka's breathing became rapid.

Little Anka will once again become Guo's hero. As long as he goes abroad to study for two years and makes up for the shortcomings in his resume, he can be directly promoted to deputy brigade commander when he returns home.

Injury is an extremely unlucky thing, but now that one life is recovered, the benefits will be maximized.

Although Xia Yu is just a businessman, working hard outside requires some understanding of politics.

He doesn't need to get any benefits directly from it. Strengthening his friendship with the Anka family on the basis of what he has already gained will ensure the absolute stability of the fire-focused defense in the rear of Afika for more than ten years.

This is a hidden asset. After all, the political power of the surrounding countries can be said to be feng shui. This year came to my house.

There may be a replacement at some point. Such cooperation and development are all fake, and they will directly deny it in the next session.

Jihuo Defense has never started the mining business, and there are also reasons for this. Xiayu needs to accumulate more chips.

"I'll go find Meng Qiao right now and keep in touch!"

Old Anka was a decisive person, so he hung up the phone without saying thank you.

Xia Yu at the other end just smiled and shook his head, not paying attention, because the other party regarded him as one of his own.

Human spirits do not distinguish between color and race, white people are like this, and black people are also like this.

And they are also Xiayu's best partners.

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