Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Kurchik, who was bald and slightly fat, pointed to one of the big tents and asked, "Is this a barbecue shop?"

On the outside of the tent, a large barbecue pattern was drawn with peat soil.

A charcoal stove was built with stones at the door. The charcoal was red, the meat skewers were flying, and the smoke with the smell of meat filled the air.

Old Hassan explained from the side: "Yes, it is a new barbecue shop. We also have a tailor shop and several bakeries."

Seeing Zhang Ga also showing a searching expression, Old Hassan pointed to the barbecue restaurant and said, "We trade on a work-point system here. This barbecue restaurant is the first shop that was born on its own initiative without working in the production team."

Although Zhang Ga divided production teams based on household registration, he did not prohibit people from trading with each other.

It's just that the production team is more convenient to manage, and it is also convenient for the members to follow the team to find jobs and earn work points.

Naturally, it is not forbidden to leave the production team and work freely.

Of course, Zhang Ga really didn't think of this at the beginning.

Now that these things happened naturally, it was a good thing for him.

"How did you sell it?"

Zhang Ga pointed to the bearded skewer guy and asked with a smile.

Kurchik also seemed very interested, following Zhang Ga's inquiry, he looked at the bearded man who was grilling meat.

Seeing Zhang Ga, the bearded man immediately dispersed the other waiting people with a loud voice, and shouted with a red face: "The chief is here, all the barbecue here, please enjoy it for free with the guests from afar."

The guests who were waiting in line here, instead of showing any dissatisfaction, surrounded the three people who had just arrived very enthusiastically, and greeted Zhang Ga in a hurry.

Zhang Ga nodded to everyone, then waved his hand to the bearded man with a smile: "Forget it for free, I don't want to kill this new shop of yours directly. Give us a few skewers and put it on my account. "

Old Hassan whispered: "Here, one work point is exchanged for 8 skewers of barbecue, and each barbecue is one or two weights."

According to the prices set by Zhang Ga, one labor point can be exchanged for one catty of meat.

At first, these were exchanged directly with Hadidi. Later, Hadidi's workload increased, and a young elder from another small tribe was arranged to take over the exchange work.

The current price of Big Beard is equivalent to buying 8 taels of barbecue for one work point.

After excluding various costs, the profit is actually quite meager.

But Zhang Ga looked at the crowd around him, a little puzzled: "Is there such a large demand for barbecue?"

Old Hassan said with a smile: "No, most of them are bought together by several people. After all, the work points cannot be split and used. A barbecue restaurant like this can earn 4 to 5 work points a day."

Zhang Ga nodded, but fell into deep thought.

On Kamash's side, the prototype of the market has obviously developed, and the work points do not meet the requirements for use.

It seems that the introduction of a monetary system is time to put it on the agenda.

Zhang Ga and Kurchik bought 8 meat skewers at the stall, and Old Hassan recorded a work point for the bearded man, and asked Hadidi to keep the account later.

This way of keeping accounts is also very primitive...

Money really needs to be introduced.

The white-haired businessman Kurchik watched with relish.

He is no stranger to the work distribution method of the production team.

However, Kamash's budding trading market, combined with the production team and the system of work points, made him seem to see a new social model.

Of course, this model does not have much research significance.

Because this type of model evolves too fast, as long as the materials are abundant, a more complete and mature trading market will evolve in a short period of time.

This time may be half a year, it may be a month, or it may even be shorter.

But Kurchik is still very interested. What he is interested in is not the current small town of Kamash, nor the budding free market.

but the future.

"Your town is very interesting!" Kurchik looked at Zhang Ga, with a flushed face, with a bit of businessman's shrewdness, and at the same time, with a research desire that belonged to a scholar.

Zhang Ga said with a smile: "I think so too, Mr. Yuri, try our barbecue."

Handing four heavy meat skewers to Kurchik, Zhang Ga and Old Hassan each divided into two skewers.

Zhang Ga is not short of food in the base, so barbecue is not particularly attractive to him.

Kurchik was very forthright, took a bite of the meat skewers, and then his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Great barbecue, I hope your products are as perfect as the quality of this barbecue! "

Zhang Ga smiled. This white-haired businessman, since the meeting until now, has held back the issue of suicide drones.

When I got here, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Of course, it will only be better." He took the white-haired businessman into the house where Sapir used to live.

In the middle of the house, there is the latest Wasp-2, a suicide drone.

The warhead is 60 kg, which can target personnel, strongholds, vehicles and fortifications.

The explosive power is considerable, it can be controlled remotely, and it has certain precision strike capabilities.

As soon as Kurchik saw the exterior, he was overwhelmed by the workmanship displayed on the exterior.

There are no traces of roughness and inferiority, and every alignment line and every screw hole is a product of precision processing.

"Only this one? I want to check the actual combat power, can I?"

Speaking of actual combat prowess, Kurchik, an electronic toy merchant, seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant, showing his iron-blooded temperament for the first time.

Chapter 85 Wasp-2 Weapon Test

Twenty wasp-2 suicide drones are neatly placed on the takeoff stand.

Manufacture 10 Wasp-2s, and the war factory will give you a take-off stand.

Zhang Ga handed the control panel to the arms dealer Kurchik, switched to Russian, and briefly guided the operation method.

Kurchik got started very quickly with this game, and quickly chose a number "8" machine, and said with a smile: "I heard that number 8 is the lucky number for you Chinese people, so I will draw this one."

Zhang Ga smiled and said, "That's a good figure. The selected target is 47 kilometers away from us. You can check the speed first."

Kurchik nodded, and chose the target assigned to him by Zhang Ga on the map.

It was a four-story building in the middle of a small town, with simple bunkers and fortifications.

From the pictures provided by Feng Falcon-2, you can clearly see the appearance of that building.

Click, cruise target, confirm.

Before the Wasp-2 turns on the suicide bombing mode, all its functions are similar to ordinary drones.

It's just that the parameters in all aspects are military-grade.

"take off!"

Kurchik whispered.

"Whoosh!"

On the take-off stand, No. 8 Hornet-2 suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But Kurchik could clearly see the feedback from the Wasp-2 on the tablet—the impact on the ground was moving backwards rapidly, and the suicide drone flew out of the card within a few seconds. Marsh town limits.

Even though the speed is fast, the picture sent back by the TV camera it carries is still clear enough, and there is only a slight jitter.

"Oh, it's fast!" Kurchik applauded without hesitation, "much faster than the witnesses!"

"Of course, you operate first, and I will arrange the second test target."

Zhang Ga greeted Kurchik, then turned and waved to Sanpao.

Soon, an obese old man wrapped in bandages was carried over on a stretcher.

That was the old Mai Hurd who had been executed.

Old Mehd had been bitten all over by three huskies, but he wasn't dead.

Because as the highest level of punishment, the dog must be executed three times.

Old Mahed was placed at Zhang Ga's feet, and he struggled to open his eyes. The moment he saw Zhang Ga, a pair of cloudy eyes suddenly burst out with fierce hatred.

Kurchik turned his head and glanced this way, but he was obviously not interested in the fat man's identity or the grievances between the two.

He prefers the feeling of operating the Wasp-2—this suicide drone is not only extremely fast, but also has an extremely smooth control feeling, with almost no delay and excessive control feedback!

This feeling is like driving a high-end sports car, which brought him an extremely smooth operating experience.

"what--"

Suddenly, a scream interrupted Kurchik's thoughts.

But he was tactful and didn't turn his head to look.

Instead, he focused his attention on the tablet.

Not far behind him, Zhang Ga stepped on the wound on old Mahed's thigh, causing the old bearded hero to twitch in pain.

"Crack! Crack!"

Sanpao squatted down and gave old Mahed two big mouths, and shouted at the same time: "Call your dog legs and ask them to drive two cars out!"

Old Mai Hurd roared: "You are looking for death!"

There was still a fierce light in his eyes, and he kept scanning the faces of San Pao and Zhang Ga.

Zhang Ga waved again, and soon, a brother in coat brought three dogs over.

When the three huskies saw Zhang Ga, they barked immediately, stretched the leash straight, and all wanted to jump on Zhang Ga.

Of course, it is not to bite people, but to let Zhang Ga play with them.

But old Mai Hurd's face changed drastically when he heard the dog barking.

The hatred and ferocity in his eyes also instantly turned into fear.

Zhang Ga reached out to take the leash from the dog, and then said to old Mai Hurd indifferently: "Call, I want to use your people and car."

The voice was not high, and there was no threat, but old Mai Hurd trembled and looked at the mobile phone that Sanpao handed over.

Kurchik, who was operating the drone, heard the corners of his mouth twitch. He finally understood what Zhang Ga meant by setting up the second test target.

……

Mandag town.

The street was full of people.

The entrance of the town was blocked by two damaged pickup trucks, and there were more than a dozen locals sitting or standing around the pickup trucks.

These locals all carried weapons, rifles, machine guns and even PRGs, staring blankly at the blue army soldiers who blocked the town.

There is no difference between these people and desperadoes, and they are not inferior to ordinary terrorist organizations in terms of ferocity.

It is precisely because of this fierce and aggressive nature that the people at the foot of the Old Beard Mountain have been able to control the fat of Mandag for a long time.

Although there is not much fat on this fat, but in the barren land of Garland, Mandage is already attractive enough.

Even the political and military forces have never been able to collect a dime of tax from this group of people.

The dozens of corpses are still hanging on the tallest building in the town.

From time to time, someone would walk over and throw two stones at the corpses.

That was a naked provocation to the blue army outside the town!

Xiao Wanquan sat in the camp, drinking chrysanthemum tea non-stop.

He is very angry.

"Damn it, once old Mai Hurd is gone, these bastards are even more rampant than before!"

A company commander cursed loudly.

"I don't understand. It stands to reason that they have no leader, so shouldn't they just disperse? Why are they becoming more unscrupulous?"

Another officer was also puzzled.

Xiao Wanquan gulped down another sip of chrysanthemum tea, stared at the map, and remained silent for a while.

That's what got him mad!

Old Mahed was captured in his lair, and the middle-level tribal leaders who came to his birthday party returned to their respective tribes as quickly as possible.