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

Chapter 429: Sending you a thousand miles away, preparing the army for war (please vote for me!)

"Are we still alive?"

Being bombed and fired are completely different experiences, let alone being hit by a saturation attack. Paul was completely confused.

"Of course, RPGs can't break through our defenses."

Xia Yu comforted his friend.

The only troublesome situation is that after the rockets have been used up, there is another round of anti-tank missile fire. Without the entire convoy to share the damage, the single-vehicle group is doomed to die.

The good news is that missile-carrying anti-tank groups pose a higher threat level than RPG shooters, and all air units will prioritize clearing them to protect ground forces.

"In other words, technology has developed. During World War II, tank soldiers from any camp were in awe of the Iron Fist and the Bazooka. Several tanks in my collection have penetration holes left by their metal jets."

Paul is full of awe of weapons like rocket launchers. After all, the T-34s and Shermans in his collection really have soul rings.

"You're right. Tank soldiers during World War II were not as comfortable as they are now."

Xia Yu agreed with Paul's statement. The tanks of that era, even the Tiger and Panther, were just high-cost consumables, and the ace crews would be killed by focused fire.

"So no matter how much I like these things, if I could travel back in time to World War II, I would be like my father and join the Navy of the United States. Of course, it would be best not to be assigned to the Pacific Fleet before 42."

Paul can imagine, but even if he is unlucky, it doesn't matter if he is assigned to the Taiping Fleet.

As long as it can serve on an aircraft carrier, it can avoid the disaster of Pearl Harbor. As for aircraft carriers such as Lexington, Yorktown, and Hornet, it will be too much.

"If I could go back to World War II, I might learn Japanese and become a spy!"

Xia Yu also spread his thoughts and talked about career choices.

He had no choice but to read 800 books on Dian Niang. He wanted to shine in the spy war circle. After all, there was much potential in the underground battlefield.

"Yes, you have a racial advantage in this aspect. It's okay for us to pretend to be Germans. I can't imagine that picture myself."

The two people chatted in the tank while continuing to test other performance of the red T-80U. They did not return to the parking lot until near dusk.

"The overall performance of this tank is better than our T-64B1M. I plan to buy another batch of this tank. When the sales are almost complete, I will retire this meritorious tank."

Xia Yu, who was satisfied with the performance of the red T-80U, expressed his intention to retire the T-64B1M.

Not to mention the new main battle cost of four to five million US dollars, there are only a few people in Afica who can afford the second-hand T-80U.

In such a sinking market, only the T-72 series can be shipped in large quantities.

Of course, there is also the T-64 series started by Xiayu. With a slightly improved configuration, it can crush the whiteboard T-72 and receive widespread praise.

After comprehensive analysis of various data, he estimated that the entire Afika can consume 50 to 100 T-64B1Ms. This will also be the approximate purchase number for his Osmium-Russian trip in the second half of the year.

Pickup trucks are pretty good, but who gave Xia Yu the desire to make tanks affordable for all black veterans?
"Although I don't know much about specific command operations, wouldn't unified equipment be more friendly to logistics? Are you insisting on using this T-64 variant at this stage for publicity and sales?"

Paul asked uncertainly.

"In contrast, so many countries in Afika can neither afford Leclerc nor the T-80 series?"

"Man, you really understand me. But apart from selling cars, this model is a high-end model. It can be used intensively for two or three years. It just so happened that I was sold out at that time."

Because they have similar thinking, the people who understand businessmen best are businessmen. It is not surprising that Paul understands Charlotte.

But there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. He will finally return to the Kingdom of Magnesium, and this farewell will probably last forever.

"Goodbye Liv, goodbye Little Shade."

After saying goodbye to the two people on the parking lot, Paul turned around and boarded his Gulfstream G650.

"Om~~"

Taxiing to the runway, the business jet soared into the sky and flew lonely to the west, toward North America on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Just after it left the airspace over the high seas, two red fighting falcons carrying live ammunition appeared on both sides of the aircraft.

"Dude, here I come!"

Xia Yu's voice sounded on the radio.

Looking out the window, the pilot in the front seat of the two-seater F-16 gave him a thumbs up, and Paul was instantly moved to tears.

This kind of treatment is nothing more than the president of the United States, right?
Not to mention flying a fighter jet, it was his friends who escorted him.

"I saw it, thank you, Sherlock!"

Paul replied on the radio while waving to Charlotte.

"For many, many things, I am the one who should say thank you. Although we belong to different industries, we have the same interests and hobbies."

At this moment, only "See You Again" can describe Xia Yu's mood.

After a brief conversation, the radio fell into silence, but high in the sky, two hearts less than 50 meters apart were connected.

It was not until more than three hours later that the fuel tanks, conformal fuel tanks, and auxiliary fuel tanks of the two F-16s were nearly exhausted. They had already sailed 3000 kilometers away from Afika.

"Paul, there is a saying in China that after a long journey, you must say goodbye. I must say goodbye to you."

Feeling that time passed so quickly, Xia Yu said her final goodbyes to Paul on the radio.

"Goodbye my friend, I will miss you and little Shade."

After Paul finished speaking, he watched the two F-16s go away without saying a word for a long time.

Next, they will face their own lives.

"Du~du~du~~"

The fuel warning alarms sounded in the cabins of the two red fighting falcons at the same time. The last remaining fuel was only enough for them to fly a few hundred kilometers, and they would definitely not be able to fly back to Konluga.

Fortunately, Concentrated Fire Defense has its own aerial tanker, and the Cowboy crew flew the C-135FR and set off, just in time to catch up with the supplies when the two fighter jets returned.

The upgrade in my hometown did not change the hard-tube refueling of these two F-16s, but the refueling of dozens of F-15s. Familiarly, he released the telescopic truss on the tail of the aircraft.

The semi-rigid refueling pipe was accurately inserted into the fuel port on the back of Xia Yu's F-16. A large amount of jet fuel was injected into the fighter's internal fuel tank, auxiliary fuel tank, and conformal fuel tank at a faster speed than the hose.

The red fighting falcon that was about to die of thirst was instantly resurrected with full health, followed by a second one, and their battery life was once again increased to 3000 KM+.

"Boom~~"

Wherever there is oil, everything is built. Xia Yu turned on the afterburner and broke through the sound barrier, conducting a flight drill with another F-16.

The two Baba pilots both have long names, so it is easier to call them by their code names.

He helped come up with the code names, one was called the tube-nosed bat and the other was called the horseshoe bat.

There are not many types of flying mammals, but there are really quite a lot of 16 species in 185 genera and 962 families under the order Chiroptera.

No matter how concentrated fire defense develops in the future, it seems that it will be difficult to use up these 900 code names.

"Boss, it's hard to imagine that this is your second time flying an F-16."

After flying at supersonic speed, Xia Yu burned the jet fuel in the two auxiliary fuel tanks and then threw them away. Xia Yu began to perform various difficult maneuvers, which made the fulmar bat in the back seat couldn't help but admire him. "I have flown many types of fighter jets, and with the experience accumulated in the simulator, it is not difficult to modify them."

"Talent is so important. Horseshoe Bat is younger than me, but he can fly four types of fighter jets, unlike me who can only fly three types."

One of the two pilots who went abroad to work was steady and the other ruthless.

The more stable one is the older tube-nosed bat, while the more ruthless one is the more talented horseshoe bat. The two of them, in their prime, only signed a two-and-a-half-year contract with Xia Yu.

After making this quick money and accumulating more practical experience, they still have to go back and take the establishment examination.

"Four types of fighter jets? So the Horseshoe Manta can fly the Mirage-2000?"

Xia Yu asked on the radio.

"Yes, boss, I've only flown for 100 hours."

As a professional agent, Horseshoe Bat has extensive experience working abroad, but he mainly flies F-16, with a cumulative flight hours of more than 1000.

"Then I'll give you $50. Are you willing to fly a target drone into the sky to fight?"

Xia Yu asked the other party.

The movements of the drone were too stiff and the counterattack was too weak. The wealthy people felt it was strange at first.

But after a few shots, the fun becomes boring. At this time, the museum must keep up and provide value-added services of real shooting machines.

Of course, it's not a real-person battle royale mode. In that case, the nature would change. The pilot flying the target drone would eject to escape the moment the rich people launch the missile.

The multiple helicopters responsible for the rescue will respond immediately in the nearby airspace to find the pilot as quickly as possible to ensure his life safety.

"I do, of course I do."

Horseshoe Bat did not hesitate, fearing that Xiayu would withdraw such generous terms.

50 at a time, even the pilots from the Magnesium Country can't resist, let alone pilots like them from Baba Sheep.

"Boss, I am also willing. I can fly the F-16 as a target drone."

The tube-nosed bat also followed Mao Sui's recommendation.

Who doesn’t want to make 50?
You must know that the annual salary Xia Yu offers them is only US$24, and one job lasts for two years.

"Shooting down an F-14 with an F-16? It doesn't seem impossible. After all, thousands of Fighting Falcons have been sold around the world. Let me think about it again and call the cow crew to prepare for resupply!"

After confirming their intentions, Xia Yu changed the topic and prepared for the second aerial refueling.

Refueling for wealthy customers is expensive, but refueling himself costs only one fuel and the use of a refueling machine. Naturally, he will not be stingy about replenishing gas multiple times. He prioritizes training in everything.

"Yes, boss!"

The C-135FR that had been hanging behind accelerated and flew towards them. After refueling this time, the three planes continued flying for two hours and landed at Pointe Noire Airport.

After leaving the aircraft to the maintenance team for maintenance, Xia Yu took the two pilots back to Bogo Village to hold a welcome dinner.

He asked the two of them about their taboos in advance and knew that they did not eat pork, but big-eared sheep and short-nosed elephants were both acceptable, so he specially asked Lao Yu to prepare rich dishes.

There was no flight plan for tomorrow, and they also drank wheat juice brewed by Kuhn. The instructor and his companions got the two of them drunk.

The company has a strict system and a relaxed atmosphere, and elite employees integrate quickly.

In the following time, Xia Yu flew F-16s when he had time. When he had no time, he was busy with trivial matters at the aircraft carrier museum and preparing various supplies for the second deployment in the Sahel region.

The T-80U, which was scarred due to testing, also became brand new, but before the crew members could visit, he and a batch of supplies were sent to Niriliya.

This time the deployment will not go through Genea. All supplies will be sent to Niriliya for transit, and finally they will take the road from Nirier and go straight to the other direction of Mali.

"Well, my dear, I'm leaving with my parents and little Yuzu!"

Still at Point Noire Airport, in front of the gangway of the Fischer, Liv, who was holding her son, said goodbye to Xia Yu.

"Bye, video chat with me when you get home."

Xia Yu, his wife and children waved their hands.

The couple boarded the plane, and Lin Shuqin and Lao Xia, who was holding a pony puppy that was just two months old and had been judged unqualified by Daniel, came over there.

If it is not suitable to be a handsome military dog, it can only become a watchdog.

In order to be beautiful, there are no anti-theft windows, so the security level must be increased. This horse-dog puppy, which is half a month older than Little Yuzi, is the boss of Dahuang’s second litter.

Its older brothers and sisters have already begun internships after a year of training, and their younger siblings will also undergo the same process and receive the official establishment of concentrated fire defense.

"Xiaoyu, your father and I are leaving now. We will take care of Liv and the child. You can just work here with peace of mind and take care of yourself."

Lin Shuqin said to her son while petting the dog.

"I understand, Mom, I'm already 30. Just take good care of your grandson. This dog needs to be trained. I've found a good person at home to teach it. Then you can take care of him."

Even though he is 30 years old and has a wife and son, Xia Yu is still a child in my mother's eyes.

Lin Shuqin would be shocked if she knew her son's main business outside of the museum.

"Okay, okay, we're leaving now. You can go about your business!"

I watched my parents board the plane, and after the door closed, the Fisher taxied towards the runway.

"Om~~"

The Airbus A-319 soared into the sky, completed a turn in mid-air and flew to the east.

After sending away his family, Xia Yu returned to his busy life alone. Until the Spring Festival was approaching, the second cargo ship transporting materials arrived at Black Point Port.

"It's finally here. It's not easy to wait."

Opening the cargo hatch cover, Xia Yu saw the Longbow Cross Deer with the main rotor blades removed below and said.

A large number of accessories and specialized ammunition were stuffed into two containers, and other containers containing daily necessities were stacked in the empty space at the back.

However, when the helicopter arrived, the crew members had not yet arrived. The two pilots, who had been training before the helicopter was shipped, returned to their hometowns to spend the last Spring Festival with their families before going abroad to work.

Compared with the newcomers on the ground, they have signed a full two-year contract.

Therefore, experiencing actual combat is only secondary, and using actual combat to test equipment is the real purpose.

After all, they are all new gadgets, and no matter how beautiful the data on the testing ground is, they are not as good as the real performance on the battlefield.

In addition to every time they participate in combat, these two pilots have to record various data and write special reports, which is still very labor-intensive.

Xia Yu hoped that they could adapt as soon as possible. He didn't operate the Longbow Cross Deer, so he didn't have to write that thing anyway.

Arrange personnel to transfer the aircraft body and containers to the shore one after another, and the new year will soon arrive.

(End of this chapter)