From Arms Dealer To King of War

  Chapter 426 The War Begins

  The brilliance of the morning sun awakened Nova City, and yesterday's excitement has not subsided.

Wallace returned to the hotel he was renting a little tired. As soon as he entered the lobby of the hotel, he heard someone opening the market there. More than a dozen heads of diamond companies from various places laughed and gave Setaka time to invade Bangui. The odds are out.

  Wallace looked over curiously, and was surprised to find that these guys from Europe and the United States were not optimistic about the Central African government army and P·B at all.

  As a senior front-line reporter, Wallace knew that there must be something wrong, so he stepped forward curiously and took out 100 dollars to buy the option of P·B Victory, and then inquired about it as a joke...

   A group of people from the diamond company were just for fun, and when they saw that Wallace had decided to leave, a middle-aged man smiled and said, "Didn't you find out that the armored vehicles patrolling Nova City are French.

  And there are anti-aircraft missiles on the roof of Setaka's stronghold in the city, and P·B's super toucans and helicopters will not come here.

   There are nearly 2,000 people outside the city, most of whom are mercenaries hired by the Shah's Prince Naif. As long as they disperse their attacks, Central Africa will be finished.

  That jackal can't use missiles to chase down those armed pickup trucks. If he really does, even if he wins the battle, he will go bankrupt in the end.

   Moreover, Setaka has the support of the French and the Prince Shah. No matter how powerful P·B is, they cannot resist the pressure from these two parties. "

  Wallace heard it, and immediately understood why the people here are not optimistic about P·B?

  They are using business thinking to judge the jackal's actions.

   But what they didn't know was that the Jackal had an attitude of 'whatever it takes' for this battle.

  In their hearts, P·B is still just a mercenary company, and losing money will make the company slow down.

  Even though Qiaojia has repeatedly emphasized in front of the media, the core interest of P·B is to maintain the stability of Central Africa, drive local economic development, and create a good investment environment...

   But none of these businessmen in Central Africa believed him.

  France's intervention and the emergence of anti-aircraft missiles convinced them that Setaka, which had succeeded once, would still win this time.

  The last time Setaka controlled Bangui, the capital of Central Africa, with only 500 people, this time he has more than 2,000 people, and most of them are experienced mercenaries.

  In the hearts of these people, Setaka has no reason to lose!

  Wallace figured out the thinking logic of this group of people, he shook his head with a smile, searched all the cash on his body, collected enough $800, and bought the option of P·B Victory in one go.

  Looking at a group of surprised Europeans and Americans, Wallace said with a smile: "I bet P·B will win, and he will win cleanly."

   Talking about Wallace looking at a group of similar people with strange eyes, he said with a smile: "I am a firm princess faction, I believe that P·B will be able to defeat the enemy and protect Princess Emina's safety.

  I bet Setaka's troops won't last three days..."

  A group of people from the diamond company looked at each other, and then burst into laughter. These self-proclaimed mature and visionary guys think that Wallace's innocence is really not suitable for Central Africa.

   "Dude, we'll buy you a few drinks with the money you paid, the rules of the game in Afika are different from what you think.

  The media's praise of P·B will not increase his combat effectiveness.

  If some rich man stands up and says he wants to support P·B, then I think they still have hope, but I only see a bunch of women going crazy in the media as if they were high.

   Man, it's business, business is business..."

Wallace didn't dare to argue with these guys, he shook his head with a smile, and while walking to his room, he muttered to himself in a low voice: "The jackal has always been in loss-making business, but he has always been a winner, and Winning more and more...

  Business, hey, when did it start, money became everything in the business? "

   Wallace, who returned to the room, sent the photos in the camera to his editor, and after thinking for a while, he wrote a report...

   "Cheering democracy and freedom and P·B fighting alone!!"

  ………

  Wallace's report was soon published by the website of the New York Post, and then the well-developed Internet media began to reproduce Wallace's report in large numbers.

  This front-line reporter with military experience has a very high reputation and credibility in the American media circle.

  In his report, he satirized the philistines of the media, and satirized those celebrities who go around to earn traffic.

  People discovered at this time that when the danger really came, those who vowed to stand with Princess Emina did not take any action...

  As Wallace said, P·B is fighting alone, and they don't seem to have received any substantive support except verbal support.

   Then something unexpected happened...

  There was a large-scale protest march on the streets of Paris, and a large group of crazy women with bare upper bodies blocked in front of the Elysee Palace...

   Then there was a chain reaction all over the world. Anyone who could speak in the media was condemning France's inaction.

  The President of France woke up and found that he had become the target of criticism, which made him depressed and wanted to push his old woman downstairs.

   So **** **** up!

  ………

  The hustle and bustle of the outside world did not affect Choga, and he once again flew into the sky in the super toucan...

  ………

  Arhan, 45, is a Chadian veteran. He became a mercenary at the age of 28 and has been to Mali and Libya.

  He brought back a large fortune from these two places, and returned to his hometown to pull up a larger team.

  When he was about to go to Libya to continue panning for gold, he received a commission, and then he rushed to Central Africa with 40 of his men.

  Arhan, who was wearing a turban and military uniform, officially set off at around 10 o'clock in the morning.

The team of more than 2,000 people seemed chaotic when they set off. Alhan was not in a hurry. He was very experienced and asked his subordinates to check all the weapons. After checking the oil and drinking water, Alhan Only then did he order everyone to get in the car together and follow the large army to the south...

The road system in Central Africa is very bad. Large troops need to travel about 40 kilometers south to disperse and attack the cities along the way. Occupying those cities can not only ensure the safety of the rear, but most importantly, they can rob enough property .

   Alhan’s 40-member team is not particularly prominent among the mercenary group, but Alhan is very smart to choose the country route for himself...

  He has 12 armed pickups and 4 light trucks, and he decides to visit rural tribes in Central Africa as soon as he gets out of the northern range...

  Arhan's men were singing along the way. These Chadian fighters had never fought such a rich battle.

  80% new weapons, bullets made in Europe, unlimited RPG, and each team will distribute expensive Stinger and Javelin missiles.

  This kind of treatment is not to mention the Afika mercenaries, and the current Libyan government forces do not have it either.

   Alhan has already decided that he will never use the two 'stingers' and two 'javelins', because as long as they are taken to Libya afterwards, they can be exchanged for a lot of money from the jihadist organization.

  The ‘stinger’, which can knock down planes, is an artifact that jihadists dream of!

  But as the convoy drove, Alhan suddenly felt something was wrong...

  He couldn't tell what the problem was, he just felt uncomfortable.

  The battle-hardened veteran respected his feelings. He stood up from the co-pilot of the open-top Jeep and waved his hand to signal the people behind to pull over with him.

  In order not to block the vehicles behind, they directly drove off the road in normal condition and drove directly onto the grassland.

  The grassland is not flat, and people who are not familiar with it can easily get stuck here when driving up.

  But after Arhan found that he entered the grassland, the discomfort in his heart subsided a lot.

   And what surprised him was that many colleagues made the same choice as him.

  Alhan's team trekked on the grassland for 3 hours, and finally drove onto a road after two car traps.

   At this time, he was nearly 55 kilometers away from Nova City...

  Alhan didn't know why, but when the vehicle drove on the road, his discomfort reappeared.

  His subordinates don't know what the boss is doing, and some of them are getting a little impatient.

   "Boss, what are we waiting for?"

   A rough-looking bearded man shouted: "Boss, we are behind, but we won't be able to catch up with the first wave of harvest..."

  Alhan held his chest and hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head and said: "Let's slow down a bit, don't worry, money is endless, life is the most important...

  I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong..."

   Alhan led his team and drove another dozen kilometers. When he turned a corner of a hill and entered an open area full of gravel...

   "Woo~"

   "Woo~"

   "Woo~"

   "Woo~"

Alhan saw 4 tough Mirosh armored vehicles parked on the gravel field. As soon as their convoy drove out of the corner, the directional missile pods on those armored vehicles released 4 rounds of 'needle' type Anti-tank missiles.

  Human eyes cannot see the trajectory of the missile, but Arhan felt the heat of the missile flying over his head...

   "Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

   Four explosions in a row, four trucks behind Arhan exploded, blocking their way back...

   Watching the four Mirosh armored vehicles about 2 kilometers away from him start to start slowly, Alhan stood up and waved his arms, shouting loudly: "Don't stop, move, move...

  Heavy Gunner, Heavy Gunner…

  Take out the 'Javelin' missile, hurry up..."

  At this time Alhan has realized where the problem lies...

  They drove so far south without encountering any obstacles on the road...

  No planes, no helicopters, not even two scouts...

  Most people think that Central Africans are scared, and that so-called P·B is actually like that...

  But when I met it, I realized that they had already set up a net and waited for me!

  The mobility of the armed pickup truck is very good. Alhan took the lead and sprinted forward, trying to stagger those very advanced armored vehicles and look for a way out...

  But just as they were rushing forward, there was a dense whistling sound from the sky...

  Alhan, who has been rolling on the battlefield for many years, heard those terrible roars, he raised his head subconsciously, and roared in terror...

   "Accelerate, Mortar ~"

   "Boom..."

   "Boom..."

   "Boom..."

   "Boom..."

  (end of this chapter)