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

Chapter 52 Gathering in Busa, the Right Person

Arriving at the camp, Xia Yu felt noisy.

The local residents turned into hawkers, holding all kinds of small commodities and food in their hands, and greeted the mercenaries who had nothing to do with consumption.

No matter which country you are in, the spending power of being a soldier is very strong.

Even Xiayu, who used to like to find fellow villagers for extra meals.

But the fellow’s Roujiamo and egg-filled pancakes don’t cause diarrhea.

Aren't these mercenaries afraid of getting dysentery from eating the food from the black folks? These foods give him the feeling that they can compete with Indian street food.

Clean and hygienic, no problems!
Rejecting the enthusiastic sales pitch from the street vendor, he showed the gatekeeper the pass given by Meng Qiao, and the three successfully sneaked into the camp.

The mercenaries of various skin colors inside all wear camouflage uniforms, but the styles are basically different.

Those who are professional wear jungle camouflage, while those who are unprofessional or have no sense of urgency still wear desert camouflage.

I don't know if they flew over from the Middle East or North Africa to find work.

So mercenaries are hyenas, they will appear wherever there is turmoil, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

Now, as Party A, Xia Yu needs a reliable mercenary group to work for him.

But character and combat effectiveness cannot be seen with the eyes.

In the end, we still have to seek help from PMCs who are more familiar with these mercenaries. It is impossible for a small company and a small factory to have a dedicated human resources department.

"Are you looking for an employee who has served in a mechanized infantry squad and whose combat effectiveness is comparable to special forces?"

Explaining the purpose of coming, the on-site supervisor of the labor service company in front of him, with a cigarette in his mouth and slippers in his slippers, chanted, while taking the envelope from Xia Yu without slow movements, opened it, glanced at it and stuffed it into his pocket.

In fact, this is considered a flight order, but this is also the status quo of the PMC labor circle.

"Man, special forces are easy to find, and mechanized infantry are easy to find, but it's really hard to find these two together."

After clarifying the customer's needs, the supervisor said that things were a bit difficult.

This guy is not talking nonsense, the special forces of a big country are special forces, and the special forces of a small country are also called special forces.

It's just that the difference in combat effectiveness between the two is as big as the gap between No.1 and the last place in your class.

The mercenaries in the camp can hit three or four former special forces soldiers with just a single brick, but their level is really low. If they are not eliminated by the battlefield, it is simply because they have not had time to go to the battlefield.

The same is true for mechanized infantry. Without infantry fighting vehicles and transport vehicles, they are not much different from ordinary infantry.

When reporting resumes, it is not as competitive as directly reporting to scouts or special forces.

The regular employees of the informal PMC company died without even a pension, so the selection of personnel would naturally not be so strict.

"But, I happen to know that there is such a team."

The little supervisor changed the subject and said confidently.

"We only want the best, and if it is suitable, we will thank you very much."

Xia Yu said indifferently.

The problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. They are the best vehicle group, and naturally they have to be equipped with the best infantry squad.

"Of course, it's definitely the best, let's go this way."

The supervisor led the way, and quickly led the three of them to a barracks in the corner.

"crunch~crunch~"

The old ceiling fan that had been in service in the last century turned feebly.

The barracks smelled of smoke, smelly socks, and rotten clothes.

The level of internal affairs reflects combat effectiveness and only applies to the regular army. These mercenaries who have retired long ago are not bound by this rule.

"Everyone is so leisurely, get up and live!"

"what?"

"Coming to live?"

"Alexander, where are my clothes?"

The barracks were full of chickens and eggs, and those looking for clothes were looking for clothes. There was no place to pinch the cigarettes and they just pinched them out.

In less than a minute, everyone in the house lined up in front of Xia Yu.

There are 6 people in total, all of similar stature, tall and strong, and they look like Eastern Europeans.

Xia Yu thinks that the ethnicity of white people is easier to recognize than that of black people. Can you believe that there are more than 50 ethnic groups?

He looked at Hei Ge who were all the same, and it was hard for them to recognize them.

"Mr. Sherlock, that's all they are. They're all fellow villagers that I know well."

The supervisor pointed to several people and introduced Xia Yu.

"They served in the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Brigade of Serveya, and were selected to enter the 72nd Special Operations Battalion for training."

"End the three-year contract with the army and come out together to find a job this year. They are very suitable for your needs."

It turned out to be a Serbian veteran, and Xia Yu knew a little about this former comrade.

The national small army is also small in size, the duties of the traditional infantry are handed over to the reserve militia, and the regular army is all mechanized troops.

The performance of the self-produced Lazar wheeled armored vehicle is very good.

The SAARC heritage M80A infantry fighting vehicle is old and strong, and it can fight for another 20 years under modernization.

In contrast, their special warfare forces are not very well-known internationally, but their combat effectiveness is absolutely guaranteed.

In addition, as Hans said, it’s cheap and easy to use, isn’t it!

"Let me introduce myself, focusing on the specific experiences of the infantry squad and the special forces, you come first."

Xia Yu ordered the one named Alexander.

"Yes, my name is Alexander Djokovic. I used to be the bazooka shooter in the class. After entering the special operations battalion, I majored in this subject, and I still serve as the bazooka shooter of the team."

"My name is Nikolai Mitrovich, I used to be the squad's machine gunner..."

The six people stepped forward to introduce themselves one by one.

Basically, they didn't change jobs. They were all in the infantry squad, and they continued to strengthen their training in the special forces.

So, there are precision shooters among them, but no snipers.

Xia Yu doesn't need snipers, after all, reality is not a game, and it is impossible to have assault snipers.

This team is very suitable for his needs, and he can sign a trial work contract and take it back to see the quality.

"I'm very satisfied with your resume, but I haven't seen your ability yet. As long as you can satisfy me later, I can give you the highest salary here."

The six people pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.

If you come out to work as a mercenary, you can make money. If you can't make money, what kind of life will you sell!
"Next, I will take you back to Kongluga for a week-long joint training with the crew."

There are chariots, so it's hard for them to be spotted by a big company?

In addition to the regular army with a budget, only the larger PMC companies can afford armored units with more than 4 rounds.

The six of them have been in the industry for more than half a year, and they are all working as light infantry. Both the enemy and us are only equipped with pickup trucks.

After all, it's cheap and durable, but apart from the engine on the front, nothing is bulletproof.

A team from their hometown was killed by machine guns in an ambush when they were out on patrol. The scene was really horrible.

This time luck is good, the Asian boss has a chariot, and the probability of them being ambushed and downsizing is greatly reduced.

How should I put it, the layout is small, Xiayu is more than just chariots!

"Alexander, I'm not mistaken, is this Mi-24?"

After signing the one-week trial work contract, the six people came to the airport next door with their luggage on their backs, and saw the wild animal Baomi-24.

The memories of a few people went back to a year ago.

At that time, they had to receive helicopter rappelling combat training once a month, but after retiring from the army, they never saw the old deer of Lu Hang again.

"That's right, the weapon is disassembled and the model cannot be seen."

Alexander couldn't help leaning forward, but he didn't expect that they could take the Mi-24 again.

(End of this chapter)