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

An artillery camp in Somalia is stationed in a small town called Kigali on the border with Angola. There is an artillery battalion in the 37th Artillery Brigade. Its weapons and equipment are quite excellent. The three 2a65 mcta howitzers have an effective range of about 2,470 meters, and are mainly used for artillery fire coverage and support.

There are also 4 D74 towed cannons.

The other more than 200 soldiers are equipped with AK, and you can tell at a glance that they are elite. In the 37th Artillery Brigade, this is also a sharp knife unit. In the comparison of equipment between Africa, they must be among the top few.

David Aitken, who was rank of lieutenant colonel, was bowing his head on the map with several staff officers, and there were tactical consultants equipped by the Savior Company next to them. They only knew that they were reckless and did not accept it, and they had no tactics at all. The main reason was that the Somali army had a low level of education.

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

The diploma above high school is only about 1.7, and there is no systematic training. I don’t know what tactics are. I only charge. Typically, it is either the other party dies or the one who dies.

"Our mission is to defend Kigali, and to carry out artillery attacks in front of us, break the opponent's fortifications, and create conditions for the charge of the subsequent troops." The instructor raised his head very seriously and said to David Aitken and others, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the soldiers should have all remembered the scale data and operating range."

David Aitken had a mustache, which was quite like a leader of the third world. Of course, he was too different from the Prime Minister. His eyes were very muddy, and there was a bit of embarrassment in the complexity. "Only a few people can identify the ruler."

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

The employee was silent for a moment before speaking, "Just make sure not to hit his own people."

David Aitken breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, we are still confident in this. Those people ran away without my shells."

This answer is very awesome.

Just when the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the guards outside the door knocked in, holding the lunch box in their hands, glanced casually, and saw beef and vegetables inside, which was full of oil and water.

"Sir, lunch is delivered," said the guard.

David Aitken nodded with satisfaction, said to the tactical instructor, and then went to the camp to inspect the whole camp. The whole camp was filled with a fragrance. The food in their camp was actually made by the Savior Company. The latter directly opened a company in Angola to make delicious food. Of course, they were all big pot rice, but the taste was really good.

The food delivery guys dressed in neatly in company clothes took great effort to transport the meals from pickup trucks or large trucks. There were two words written behind this desert-colored workwear: "Dongfeng!"

Most of the people recruited local elite men, most of them have skills, and the most important thing is that they are very hard-working. In terms of cost, the Savior Company also gave them great ups and downs. Most of them also have dividends. Tang Dao doesn't make much money, so at most they can earn a lucky fee.

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

“Huh?”

His eyes suddenly saw a little Nicole who was bent over and chatting with a soldier sitting on the ground for dining. He stood in front of the other side, and the shadow blocked the soldier's sunshine. The latter was about to chew chicken legs. When it was dark, he was subconsciously stunned. He raised his head in a daze, and looked at the little Nicole.

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

Little Nico's mouth was cracked, and his teeth shone brightly under the sunlight. "Friend, do you need goods?" He said, while unzipping the zipper of his clothes. The soldier was stunned. There was such a business? He almost choked by the food. He waved his hand and wanted to signal the other party to be serious.

After Little Nico pulled the clothes completely open, he finally saw the goods hanging inside.

Cigarettes, magazines, newspapers, etc. were all hanging on him, and he was mixing some of his own private goods to sell.

"It's all good things, and there are some European goods. Look at this, how about your thighs?" Little Nico looks not very old, but he has a lot of experience. Looking at the other person's expression, you know that this is definitely his potential buyer. "It's only 50 cents, this photography collection is yours. Of course, I will also charge francs and pounds, and I won't charge Somali shillings. That thing is too low to maintain value."

The price of 50 cents is still a bit high.

Obviously hesitated.

Little Nico was very nervous, but lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I sold this magazine to you because I feel that I have a fate with you. If you buy it, you can rent it to someone else for a fee. Isn't this a profit all of a sudden?"

Who said that Brother Hei has no business information? Isn’t that?

The soldier was also moved. Just as he was about to pay, his face suddenly looked ugly and he hurriedly stood up, "Sir!"

Little Nico was also shocked by this. He turned around and saw David Aitken standing behind, with his hands behind his back, his face sternly. He was shocked, but when he thought that he seemed not his subordinate, he became a little more courageous, "Good afternoon, sir."

David Aitken was stunned, 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 he could hold so many things.

"No, no, sir, these are all nutritional products. What I sell is combat effectiveness. Men cannot stop smoking, and they have no strength to smoke. This is a sign of life on the battlefield."

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

"Ken, Ken Rolex, this is my name." Little Nico hurriedly replied. This name is quite rich, why not the surname Vacheron Constantin or Unilever?

Of course David Aitken would not make things difficult for 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 call here. If you need it, you can call me. Even on the battlefield, time will be very fast."

His business is a bit broad, which makes people's heart tremble.

But it was quite tempting. If the situation had not allowed it, he would have really wanted to call a chicken. David Aitken coughed to hide his inner thoughts, bought a pack of cigarettes, three magazines and two chocolates from him, of course he had to pay. The other party is now the savior employee.

I don't want to cause anything.

When he saw the commander buying things here, the soldier who had just met him ran over quickly, "Boss, I sold that magazine to me just now..."

"70 cents!" Ken Rolex smiled.

When should I learn to raise prices? This is called a strategy, not a profiteer. The soldier's face turned green all of a sudden. Of course, it is impossible to see that black is black. Only when he turns green can he see a three-pointer. Although he is helpless, he still feels like a cat scratching in his heart, so he has to pay for money. This proves a truth. Men are willing to pay for "women" no matter what the situation is, as long as they look good.

"Thank you for patronizing and keep your wife."

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Chapter completed!