The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

This kind of cruel training that is closest to actual combat was fully utilized by Hanks, not only for recruits, but also for veterans.Moreover, according to Zhao Ziyang's suggestion, he used live ammunition to simulate the battlefield to train the warriors. Sixteen people died on the first day, but this is not death, it is elimination. Only the most severe training will produce the most powerful fighters. warrior.

A week later, 120 of the Warriors' 49 soldiers died, and only 69 remained. The loss was very serious.However, Hanks was surprised to find that the remaining mercenaries had become even more powerful, and they were much better than before in every aspect. This made him realize that quality is far more important than quantity.

"Hell, what do you think the chances of the warriors surviving on the battlefield are?" Hanks asked Zhao Ziyang during the meal.

"Seventy percent of conventional combat, less than half of special combat." Zhao Ziyang said a very pertinent figure.

"Still so bad?" Hanks opened his eyes wide.

"That's right." Zhao Ziyang nodded, slowly gnawed at the chicken leg in his hand and said, "In my eyes, they are still a bunch of rabble, and their potential has not yet been brought out."

Hanks curled his lips. He chose to admit that what Zhao Ziyang said was true. The day before yesterday, 2 veteran soldiers who besieged him directly in this hell. It took only [-] minutes, and all of them hit the opponent on the ground with one move and couldn't get up.

"Hanks, you should actually be a full-time teacher."

"No, I can't be a full-time teacher, and I have to fight." Hanks shook his head and said, "Warriors don't feed themselves, you should understand."

Hearing these words, Zhao Ziyang showed a helpless smile. This is the biggest difference between third-rate mercenaries and regular troops. What they value is not training, but how many tasks they can complete, and they don't realize the importance of training.But it can't be blamed, after all, it is very simple to recruit mercenaries here, some are people, some are filled with human lives, and it will save a lot of money.

For example, recruits are recruited, and after fifteen days of training, they go out to carry out missions, and not many of them can come back alive, which saves a lot of salary.The amount of resettlement allowance given to those who died in battle at the beginning of the signing is automatically omitted here, or a few hundred dollars.

Another point is that their funds are not enough to support all kinds of training, so that a vicious circle is created, and the combat effectiveness will never be improved.

"You can make a suggestion to the head of the regiment, if you want to get rid of the hat of third-rate mercenaries and earn more money." Zhao Ziyang had good intentions, and he had to show something for nothing.

"Maybe I really need to think about it." Hanks frowned, smiled suddenly, and whispered to Zhao Ziyang in a mysterious voice: "Hell, can you teach me some more training methods? I think I used your method Very effective, even though there will be a group of people who die, it only proves that they are part of the elimination."

"Of course." Zhao Ziyang smiled and agreed very simply.

Zhao Ziyang, who agreed very simply, was not nosy, he was just establishing the necessary relationship with Hanks to return to China faster and more smoothly, that's all.

The training level of the warriors is getting bigger and bigger, and they have broken away from routine training. They are forced by death to strive for the last potential of their bodies.Obviously, this kind of improvement is the highest, and the training method is also the most effective. Zhao Ziyang is only responsible for coming up with ideas, and he doesn't feel sorry for how many people died. These guys are not good birds, so just die.

Fifteen days later, the leader of the warriors and the goddess returned to the station. This was the first time Zhao Ziyang saw the leader of the warriors.

However, this regiment leader disappointed Zhao Ziyang very much, because this guy looked like a businessman, fat and without the slightest murderous aura tempered by the battlefield, but the goddess made his eyes shine.

The Goddess is definitely not the girl in the picture in her room, even though she is also of mixed race.She is very beautiful, a very cold beauty, full of heroic spirit, with a strong atmosphere of war and gunpowder on her body.

But the goddess gave her a gentle feeling, she often had a smile on her face, and she seemed very easy to get along with.

"Captain Pobla, instructor of the goddess." Zhao Ziyang greeted the leader of the warriors and the goddess.

"Hell, hahaha, hello! Hello!" The fat Pobla stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's right hand, and said enthusiastically: "Thank you for everything you have done for the warrior, I decided to give you a reward, hehehe, What we pay attention to in business is that you come and go, you help me with something, I have to pay the full amount of money in return, hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyang immediately understood why the warrior mercenary group was so third-rate. The reason was that the head of the warrior mercenary group was a businessman himself, and he was using this special organization of mercenaries to make money for himself.

But it’s true to think about it. The mercenary itself is a money-making machine. As long as it is operated well, money will naturally flow in. This is a money printing machine for the war economy, and it is a business.

"Mr. Commander." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly, pulled out his right hand and said to him: "Thank you for your reward, I think we will have a very pleasant cooperation!"

"Okay!" The team leader smiled brighter, pulled Zhao Ziyang and said loudly: "This is the best partner, very happy, very straightforward, I like dealing with you like this!"

Damn, purely a businessman, he doesn't look like a mercenary leader!

Hanks on the side smiled and said nothing, while the goddess looked at Zhao Ziyang with a pair of interesting eyes.

"This is money for you." The team leader took out a checkbook and wrote down a series of numbers, handed it to Zhao Ziyang boldly and said: "Damn it, that bastard from the explorer always steals my business, and he has long been disliked by him." It's over. Now it's all right, I've won back some old customers, hahaha..."

Zhao Ziyang, who took the check, glanced at it and saw that fifty thousand dollars was clearly written on it, and sneered in his heart: Is that so much?Send the beggar?

Zhao Ziyang, who had just sneered in his heart, was stunned. He felt a little strange, why did he think that fifty thousand dollars was so little?My salary in the army is only 3000 yuan, and [-] U.S. dollars is my salary for ten years.

"That's it." The team leader continued to say to Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face: "There is still a business order tomorrow, and you have to help me complete it. As for money, it is definitely not a problem, haha!"

After finishing speaking, Pobla patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and walked out, picked up a whistle and blew it, calling all his mercenaries to assemble.

The mercenaries who had received a period of brutal training lined up as quickly as possible, sweeping away the laziness of the past.

"Warriors! Tell me what you want?" the head of the group asked loudly.

"Live!" The mercenaries replied in unison, the voices were deafening.

Pobla was stunned for a moment, he didn't remember saying that, the procedure should be that he asked this sentence, and then the gang of mercenaries would yell out the money, that's right, it would be the most encouraging ah.

"Don't want money anymore?" Pobla asked again, and turned to look at Hanks and Zhao Ziyang, looking very dissatisfied.

"Warriors, you should tell me that what you want most is money. Only when you have money can you have fine wine and women. Strippers will surround you. You can put money into any part of her body. In this way You are a man, this is your life, in a man’s world, besides wine, there are beauties, and money will bring everything to a man, hahaha..."

But the mercenaries below were silent, no one moved, and no one looked at Pobla.Half a month of cruel training made them understand a truth: to live, only to survive can they be entitled to enjoy everything, so what they want most now is to live.

"Damn it!" Pobla walked towards Hanks angrily, and scolded angrily: "Idiot, you turned my mercenaries into idiots! Also, why are there so many fewer people? Who are they?" Where did it go?"

"Training is dead." Hanks returned.

"Dead?" The flesh on Pobla's face trembled, and he roared distressedly: "Damn, everyone can get money for me, they died, and they trained to die? God, how much do I have to lose?" Money? Their deaths are too worthless, they have not created any economic value!"

"These people can create more for you." Zhao Ziyang said to Pobla expressionlessly.

"Shut up, what are you!" Pobla yelled at Zhao Ziyang directly.

Zhao Ziyang, who was scolded, looked indifferent, but showed a smile instead.

"Captain, you lost your composure." The goddess reminded the warrior Pobla.

It seemed that the goddess' words were very effective, and the group leader immediately put away his anger and said to the three of them, "Come, come into my room."

Hanks shook his head, expressing his helplessness.

Walking into Pobla's room, this guy smiled at Zhao Ziyang.

"Hahaha, hell, don't mind what I said just now, it's because my heart hurts, so much money is gone, you should understand me?"

"Of course I understand. I'm afraid I would do the same thing." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to Pobla, "I can guarantee that the rest of you will earn you more money than before."

"Really?" Pobla questioned, turning to look at the goddess.

The goddess nodded, expressing her approval of Zhao Ziyang's words.

"That's good! That's good!" Pobla rubbed his fat hands, took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it to Hanks and Zhao Ziyang, and said with a smile on his face: "Tomorrow, there is a business tomorrow. It has to be done, and we can get a sum of money back quickly."

"No problem." Zhao Ziyang nodded, thought for a while and said, "Hanks can't go, let him continue training the mercenaries."

"I'll go." The goddess interrupted suddenly.

Pobla looked at the three of them and nodded in agreement.

"That's it. Tomorrow, the Goddess will lead the team, and I have brought all the equipment and supplies. If I want to make money, I have to invest. Also, how is the salary payment this time?" Pobla asked Hanks.

"After the salary was paid out, due to the death of part of the training, there was a balance of nearly 15 US dollars..."

Hearing this, Pobla's eyes lit up, he smiled from ear to ear, and praised Hanks for his ability.

Short-sighted!This is Zhao Ziyang's evaluation of the leader of the warriors, but he doesn't want to say anything anymore. This guy has turned mercenaries into a complete commercial operation. Mercenaries are workers, and wars are jobs, and the industrial chain has been substantiated.

After another quarrel, the three of Zhao Ziyang walked out, leaving Pobla, a businessman, to figure out how to make the most money.

Hanks walked directly to his room. He didn't say a word, and he could see the disappointment in his eyes.

Zhao Ziyang didn't speak, but was stopped by the goddess.

"Have you ever slept in my room?" asked the Goddess.

Zhao Ziyang nodded without denying it.

"Well, rest well, tomorrow we will fight the Cossacks."

Zhao Ziyang nodded, watching the graceful figure of the goddess disappear.He thought this woman was very strange, but he couldn't say exactly what was so strange.But this woman gave him a very strong feeling. Perhaps it was because she was so strong why she would work with a businessman like Pobla.But all of this has nothing to do with him, he is just a passerby, and he will return to China soon, and that is his end point, maybe... it is the end point.