Expedition to Europe

A day later, at the security force stationed by the United Petroleum Group on Djerba Island, a thousand security personnel were ready to be reviewed by Prince Basel and Chris.

Most of these people were security personnel recruited from Tunisia, but there was no trace of North Africa on them. They wore security uniforms customized by the United Petroleum Group, with steel helmets on their heads, iron-gray jackets on their upper bodies, and tapered overalls of the same color on their lower bodies. They wore thick-soled leather boots on their feet. Many people even shaved off the iconic beards of North Africans. From the outside, this is a tough army without any North African characteristics.

Of course, not all of them are North Africans. About 20% of them are professional soldiers from France and Germany. They are all young and middle-aged people who have retired from the army. They basically don’t know anything except fighting. Joining the mercenaries is their best choice.

According to Basel and Chris's plan, today is the day to send troops to recapture the Mobil oil field, so Basel wants to see how many troops Chris has prepared to complete this task. Basel wants to make sure that what he gets is worth the money.

The security forces of the United Petroleum Group are indeed good. It can be seen that their logistical supply is very good. These soldiers are sturdy, sharp-eyed, and in very good mental state. Not only are they in good physical condition, but the training shown by this force is also good. The queues they line up are horizontal and vertical, just like they were measured with a ruler. Moreover, although there are thousands of people standing in awe, no one whispers to each other, and no one walks around casually. It looks like thousands of wooden sculptures are quiet, which is incredible for North Africans who are used to being casual.

It seems that this force is more elite than Prince Basel's palace guards, which makes Prince Basel very satisfied.

But I don't know why, Prince Basel felt a little awkward from the first moment he saw this force, but he couldn't tell where it was awkward.

Soon, Prince Basel found the reason.

The condition of this unit is indeed good, but the only problem is that this unit is not equipped with weapons, not even the most basic backpacks and rifles, which makes Prince Basel a little curious.

"Where are their weapons? Are they somewhere else?" Prince Basel asked Chris casually.

"Weapons?" Chris's face showed a surprised expression, and he spread his hands as if it was incredible and answered: "The weapons are still waiting for you to equip them. You won't let them die like this. The soldiers of the Brotherhood Alliance are not holding fire sticks in their hands."

"I will equip them? Are you mistaken? I have spent 15 million francs. Can't I let you spend some bullets and gasoline?" Prince Basel really didn't expect that Chris was still waiting for him here.

In order to get United Petroleum to send troops, Prince Basel has paid 15 million francs, which is a large sum. It is enough to build a 5,000-man army from beginning to end. If it were not for some ulterior motives, Prince Basel would not have paid so much. However, he did not expect that after such a huge investment, he only got an unarmed army, which was really unacceptable to Prince Basel.

"I can mobilize people to help you, but this actually violates the relevant regulations of United Petroleum. You also know that United Petroleum is not for private services. Everything here belongs to the board of directors, so if you want to achieve your goal, it is better to equip them with weapons. I can't use the weapons belonging to the group headquarters for a personal reason, which will make me unable to get away." Chris put on an attitude that I helped you so much, you shouldn't cause trouble for me, which made Prince Basel really depressed.

"15 million, that's 15 million, do you know what that means? The entire Tunisian defense budget this year is not that much, but you only gave me this little, don't you think it's a bit excessive?" Prince Basel was very angry and seemed to want to return the goods.

Tunisia's defense is the responsibility of the French government, and the part that the Tunisian government needs to spend is really not much. Prince Basel is right, the money the Tunisian government spends on defense is indeed not 15 million francs.

"I don't think it's too much. In fact, if you are familiar with military affairs, you should know how much it costs to set up a troop. It's not something that can be done by simply hiring a few temporary workers on the street. These soldiers have professional military skills. They have all undergone long-term and arduous training to have the current momentum. You can ask someone who knows how much it costs. In fact, you only spent 15 million to get 1,000 soldiers to fight for you. In my opinion, this is a big bargain." Chris is a standard businessman. Being eloquent is just the basis. He can even boast about a toothpick as a cultural relic.

What Chris said is not wrong. The most important thing for the army is combat effectiveness. The results of sending out a well-trained army and sending out a mob are completely different. Let's not talk about how much they cost. If a well-trained army is sent out, a lot of post-war pensions can be saved.

Of course, if Prince Basel personally handles this matter, it is more likely that there will be no pension at all, so Prince Basel will feel that he has lost money.

It's a big loss!

"How much will it cost to equip them with weapons?" Prince Basel was ready to admit it. Chris looked like he was not going to refund the money. If he didn't meet Chris's requirements, Basel would get nothing.

You know, the Mobil oil field is still under the control of the Brotherhood Alliance. Almost every day, Prince Basel will lose hundreds of thousands of francs. If he can get the Mobil oil field back earlier, then the current expenses will be worth it.

"Of course, I have a list here, you can take a look." Chris smiled, took out a list from his briefcase, and handed it to Prince Basel respectfully.

"Huh - let me see, oh, 1,200 rifles - only 1,000 people, why do you need 1,200 rifles?" Prince Basel immediately found something wrong.

"This is a desert area, and the weapons are seriously damaged. If there is not enough reserve, I am afraid that the mission cannot be successfully completed, so appropriate reserves are necessary." Chris didn't even raise his eyes and answered very smoothly. It seems that he had expected Prince Basel to have this question.

"What about pistols? Why do you need 1,200 pistols? And there are 100 light machine guns? Does one person in your army have to operate three weapons at the same time? This is too outrageous, isn't it?" Prince Basel continued to find fault.

"Pistols are self-defense weapons and belong to the category of individual weapons. This is indispensable. As for machine guns, my troops are accustomed to fighting under the cover of machine guns. Without the cooperation of machine guns, they can't complete the task smoothly." Chris explained respectfully, thought for a while and added: "I have compressed the unnecessary parts as much as possible. You see, there are no artillery and armored vehicles on this list. These are already the most basic equipment. If some of them are cut, it will definitely affect the battle process. I don't think you want to see that happen."

At this moment, Chris seemed to be really considering from the perspective of Prince Basel. What can be saved has been saved. As long as it is listed on the list, it is a part that cannot be saved.

Unfortunately, Prince Basel did not accept Chris's kindness. As soon as Chris finished speaking, Prince Basel immediately retorted: "Yes, you did not list the artillery and armored vehicles. I am very grateful for this, but what about the more than 150 vehicles? Do you plan to equip each of them with one?"

Chris did not need to look at the list, he wrote them one by one, of course he knew what was on the list. Hearing Basel's question, Chris immediately replied: "Prince, if each person has one, it will take 1,000 vehicles. You see, I did not list so many. You know, a small bullfighter can only sit four people. If you consider the actual combat, it should be three or two people. There are 95 bullfighters on it. It is indeed necessary to have so many to achieve the combat purpose. Otherwise, if those soldiers of the Brotherhood Alliance ride those damn camels, my soldiers will not be able to catch up with them."

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The bulldogs that Chris listed are not ordinary bulldogs. They are special vehicles developed by the Lanfang Royal Automobile Group for desert areas. They not only reduce the overall weight, but also use wider tires and more powerful engines to ensure that the vehicle will not sink into the sand dunes.

Of course, this kind of bulldog is also very valuable. The price of each one is more than 6,000 francs. Chris listed a total of 95 bulldogs, and the total price is not low.

"Ha, you really treat me as a fool. Look at your current troops. How many bulldogs are you equipped with? Are there 95 bulldogs on the entire Djerba Island? You are not going to equip these 1,000 people at all. You are simply refitting your entire oil field affiliated troops-" Basel didn't want to be slaughtered by Chris in such an unclear way. He still had to question when he should.

"You think too much. I don't mean that." Chris's face was not embarrassed at all, but calm.

Well, regardless of whether Chris meant this or not, Chris's attitude was very clear. If you want this unit to go out, then it's best to meet all of Chris's requirements. Otherwise, Chris doesn't care who the Mobil oil field belongs to.

"Apart from this, are there any other expenses?" Basel clearly felt that his breathing was getting heavier. If Chris dared to take out another list, Basel swore that he would tear it up and smash it in Chris's face.

"No, you should be able to see that all the necessary supplies are listed here, even bullets and gasoline are on it, and nothing else is needed." Chris's face was immediately full of smiles again.

"It's better not to have any more, my patience is limited." Basel glared at Chris fiercely, and then signed his name on the list.

Well, Basel felt helpless when he signed.