Chapter 461： : Delivery guy

On August 14, 1993, the war between Somalia and Zaire broke out!

An artillery camp in Somalia is stationed in a small town called Kigali on the border with Angola. There is a 3rd CTA howitzer with an effective range of about 2,470 meters, which is mainly used for artillery coverage and support.

There are also 4 d-74 towed cannons.

The other two hundred or so soldiers are equipped with AKs, and they can be seen as elite at a glance. In the 37th Artillery Brigade, this is also a sharp knife unit. In the comparison of equipment in various parts of Africa, it must definitely be in the top few.

David with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Aitken and several staff officers were bowing their heads on the map, and the tactical consultants equipped by the Savior Company were explaining to them. They only knew that they were reckless, and they did not accept it. They had no tactics at all, mainly because the Somali army had a low level of education.

Most officers only have junior high school or even elementary school education!

The high school diploma is only about 17, there is no systematic training, and they don't know what tactics are at all. They only charge, which is a typical representative of either the opponent's death or their own death.

"Our mission is to defend Kigali, and to launch artillery attacks on the front, destroy the opponent's fortifications, and create conditions for the follow-up troops to charge." The employee who was the instructor raised his head seriously, facing David. Aitken and others said, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the soldiers should have memorized the scale data and operating range."

David. Aitken has a mustache and looks like a leader of the third world. Of course, he is far from the prime minister. His eyes are cloudy, and there is a bit of embarrassment in the complexity. "Only some people can fully recognize the ruler. .”

This is currently the most elite artillery battalion in Somalia. There is no way, the short ones are the tall ones, at least they are all literate, but this is really too difficult to teach, and they are a little desperate.

The employee was silent for a while before speaking, "Just make sure you don't hit your own people."

David. Aitken breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Don't worry, we are still confident in this point. Those people don't run as fast as my shells."

This answer is great.

Just when the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the guard outside the door knocked on the door and came in with a lunch box in his hand. He glanced at it casually and saw beef and vegetables inside, which were full of oil and water.

"Sir, lunch has been delivered," said the guard.

David. Aitken nodded with satisfaction, said to the tactical instructor, and then went to the camp to inspect it. The whole camp was filled with a scent. The meals in their camp were actually made by the Savior Company, which A company was opened directly in Angola to make delicious food. Of course, they are all big pots of rice, but the taste is really good.

The food delivery buddies, dressed in neat company clothes, struggled to transport the meals from the pickup truck or large truck. There were two words written on the back of the desert-colored work clothes: "Dongfeng!"

Most of the recruits are strong local men, most of them have skills, and the most important thing is that they are able to endure hardships. In terms of expenses, the savior company also gives them a huge ups and downs, and most of them also have dividends. Tang Dao also If you don't earn much, you can earn a fortune at most.

David. Aitken observed the reactions of his subordinates, and everyone was in high spirits when there was hot food.

"what?"

His eyes suddenly saw a boy who delivered food, Ni, bent over, chatting up a soldier who was sitting on the floor eating, standing in front of the soldier, the shadow blocked the soldier's sunlight, and the latter was about to eat chicken legs Well, as soon as it got dark, I was taken aback subconsciously, raised my head blankly, and met that little brother Ni.

"You... what are you going to do?" The soldier was still very nervous.

Little Nige opened his mouth, his teeth gleaming under the sunlight, "Friend, do you need some goods?" As he spoke, he unzipped his clothes, and the soldiers were stunned. ? Almost choked by the rice, he waved his hand to show the other party that he was serious.

After Little Nige pulled the clothes away completely, he finally saw the goods hanging inside.

Cigarettes, magazines, newspapers, etc. are all hanging on his body, and he is selling some of his own private goods.

"They're all good things, and there are some European ones. Look at this. How about your thighs?" Xiao Nige doesn't look old, but he has a lot of experience. Looking at the other person's expression, he knows that this is definitely his potential. Buyer, "As long as 50 cents, this photo book is yours. Of course, I will also accept francs and British pounds. I don't accept Somali shillings. The value of the thing is too low."

50 cents is still a little on the high side.

Clearly hesitant.

Brother Ni was very nervous, but he said in a low voice, "Actually, I sold this magazine to you entirely because I feel that I have a destiny with you. If you buy it, you can rent it to others for a fee. Have you earned it back?"

Who said there is no business material in Brother Hei, isn't it?

The soldier was also moved, and when he was about to take out the money, his face suddenly became ugly, and he stood up hurriedly, "Sir!"

Little Nige was also taken aback by this, and suddenly turned around to see David. Aitken stood behind, with his hands behind his back, his face was serious, his heart skipped a beat, but when he thought that he didn't seem to be his subordinate, he became a little more courageous, "Good afternoon, sir."

David. Aitken was startled, and then nodded, "Good afternoon, little guy, are you selling prohibited items to my soldiers?" He looked at the other party's clothes, surprised that they could hold so many things.

"No, no, sir, these are nutritional supplements. What I sell is combat power. A man can't stop smoking. If he doesn't smoke, he has no energy. This is a fatal sign on the battlefield."

David. Aitken listened to the other party's nonsense with great interest, "What's your name?"

"Ken, Ken Rolex, this is my name." Little Ni quickly replied, this name is quite rich, why not Vacheron Constantin or Unilever?

David. Of course Aitken would not embarrass the other party, "Can you let me see your goods, Mr. Merchant."

Ken Rolex's eyes lit up, "Of course, what kind of woman do you like, sir, I still have a phone here, if you need it, you can call me, even on the battlefield, the time will be very fast."

His business is a bit wide, which makes people's hearts tremble.

But it's very tempting. If the situation doesn't allow it, I really want to call a chickenDavid. Aitken coughed to hide his inner thoughts. He bought a pack of cigarettes, three magazines and two bars of chocolate from him. Of course, he had to pay. The other party is now an employee of the Savior.

I don't want to make any trouble.

When he saw that the officer was also shopping here, the soldier who struck up a conversation just now rushed over, "Boss, just sold me that magazine..."

"70 cents!" Ken Rolex smiled.

When to learn how to raise prices, this is called a strategy, not a profiteer, and the soldier's face turns green all of a sudden, of course, you can't see the black, only when you turn green can you see a three-pointer, although helpless, but in my heart Chen was still like a cat scratching his head, so he had no choice but to pay. This proved a truth, no matter what the situation, a man is willing to pay for a "woman", as long as he looks good.

"Thank you for your patronage, take care of your wife."

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