Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 336: Be the guy who breaks out of the siege
"How many mortar shells do we have left?"

Kadafa tribe, Brad gently rubbed his temples and asked Hussein.

"I just made statistics in the logistics report, and there are still 7 rounds left. Use them sparingly. It is estimated that it can last for days..."

Hussein looked ugly. For now, mortars are their fangs. As long as they have this, no one from the other two forces can take advantage of the Kadafa tribe. Once they lose this fang, They will become the same as those two forces and have no advantage at all.

"Look for Sean to buy...two thousand more cannonballs. No matter what, we can't show our decline!"

Brad looked a little tired and drove Hussein out of his chief's office with a wave of his hand.

Hussein also had a sad look on his face. The tribe has now begun to tighten their belts and live a life. There is no other way. War is very expensive to fight. The bullets and shells fired every day, the fuel consumption of vehicles, and the food and drink of soldiers. Lazarus consumption is huge every day, and it’s all green dollars!
For now, just two thousand shells would not make them grit their teeth, but the massive consumption every day after that would be enough to make them feel a little painful.

The war is still going on, and everyone is gritting their teeth and holding on. It depends on who can't hold on first, and whoever is out.

……

Sean and Leslie sat opposite each other at the Sofitel Legend Caracas Hotel. In addition to two cups of coffee, there was a stack of documents on the table.

This is a simple piece of information that can only be used as a reference. It is not that simple to get more detailed information. For example, those agents of several big companies are just talking casually based on the reputation of big companies. In just one sentence, you can ensure that you can successfully get a decent order, while others need to use all their strength to get a few orders that others don't like.

Babros, from the Middle East, is nicknamed the Vulture.

Scroll further and you will see the names of companies one after another. They are basically companies that are not much smaller than RGF Company or companies of the same size. RGF Company needs to select from these companies. , fighting a bloody road, desperately inserting into the ranks of those large companies, taking a big bite of this cake, and the largest companies, in the end, you can see that those companies that specialize in The large bold font is very noticeable.

Dolan, from the Middle East, is nicknamed Eagle Beak.

Looking at the names on the information, it can be imagined that these are arms dealers who are not on the table, bastards who don't even have company information.

Leslie clicked on the largest fonts on the top and asked in a more serious tone: "So, you tell me now that you want to be the one who breaks out, right, Sean?"

Oller, African, nicknamed Tailed Wolf.

"The share of 15 billion seems to be quite large, but unfortunately, it is not enough for a few large companies. As for those small companies, the guys who can't even name the company, they are just a group of people running around. The good thing is that a certain company fought its way out of the crowd of wolves and successfully won a certain amount of shares, and they are one of these wolves, serving as a backdrop. "

"Yeah, I guess there's nothing wrong with my expression."

……

Sean picked up the information and looked at a personal name on it with interest.

"Here are the large and small arms dealers. The guys who will participate in the bidding this time are all on it. Don't worry about the ones with red crosses. Those are dead people."

The above is a detailed record of the arms dealers who came to Venezuela this time. Although it is basically just basic information, it is not easy. It takes a lot of time to sort and summarize here. As you can imagine, the workload is huge.

Sean nodded without hesitation and his tone was firm.

"Okay, then I'll support you, we're best friends after all."

Leslie shook his head helplessly. He didn't think RGF Company had a chance of winning. In his opinion, Sean was too anxious. "I know what I'm doing and I think I can do it."

He had nothing to say about the people around him who didn't understand or support him, especially the guy in front of him.

"Well, in this case, I won't stop you."

Seeing that Leslie couldn't persuade him, he let the other party do it. Anyway, Sean just knew the consequences.

In fact, this bidding is a challenge for RGF Company and Sean. If successful, not only can they get a large share of US dollars immediately, but they can also show the hard power of RGF Company and reveal it fiercely. Muscle, tell these guys that RGF Company is not a soft persimmon, and at the same time, tell the guys waving banknotes, "Hey, did you see it? Give me all the banknotes!"

This is naturally excellent for the subsequent development of RGF Company.

……

Libya, Tripoli.

The roar of the mortars continued, and the shells pierced the sky with a piercing scream.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous shells fell like hail on the forward positions of the PKK armed forces. Smoke and dust were flying everywhere. The soldiers of the PKK armed forces hid behind the bunkers and shivered, secretly praying that the shells would not fall on their heads. .

Some unlucky ones were blown to pieces on the spot, and the tragic scene was shocking.

"Damn it, don't you pay for the artillery shells of the Kadafa tribe? They bomb like this every day. Damn it, it's a good thing we didn't choose to enter the position of this group of Kurds!"

From the commanding heights of a six-story building in the distance, a bald man wearing a brown wire hat looked through a sniper scope at the PKK's forward positions that were being bombed.

"Hey, honey badger, I couldn't tell if you were angry or making sarcastic remarks."

The observer on the side shrugged helplessly.

"NoNoNo, you misunderstood me, Black Eagle. I am mourning and praying for them. Well, I am very religious..."

The bald head stared motionlessly at the sniper scope, rebutting the observer's words without missing a beat.

Just when observer Hei Diao wanted to say something, his face suddenly froze, and then he perked up his ears and began to listen carefully.

"Black Eagle..."

The bald man was a little puzzled, and turned around to ask a question, but Heidiao took the first step and put his finger on his lips to make a silent gesture.

After the whole environment quieted down, even the bald sniper felt something was wrong. He always felt that there was some sound coming, but it was not very clear.

"Attention to all units... set fire elements... grenades... multi-function fuzes... five-round rapid fire..."

(End of this chapter)