From arms dealer to king of war

Inside a house south of Mosul...

Amir, a veteran of the Iraqi government forces who is responsible for monitoring the situation in Mosul, is leading a team of people to monitor the situation in the distant city of Mosul.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into Mosul, Amir stood at the window and recited a few symbolic prayers, then turned his attention to the road behind the house where they were staying.

A young man with curly hair came close to Amir and said, "Dad, when will our breakfast be delivered? I like those mutton soup and scallion pancakes so much.

The big guy said the day before yesterday that there would be a new dish today. What did you think it would be? "

Amir licked his dry lips and said, "I don't know, I like it as long as it's hot.

The people in that P·B company are very good, but it’s a pity that they are only responsible for delivering meals. Otherwise, we could have ended this damn war earlier and gone home earlier. "

After hearing this, the curly-haired young man showed a fierce look on his face and said: "No, I want to kill several Isis people with my own hands, they killed my family.

These bastards have no humanity at all! "

Amir looked at the young man with vicissitudes of life, hesitated for a moment and then nodded slightly and said: "It's good to keep hatred towards Isis, but don't let revenge become everything in your life.

Khanna Khan, you can't stay in the army all your life, go to school if you have the chance, life goes on...

You can go to Baghdad, find a job, and marry a woman you like. "

The young Khanna Khan shook his head and said: "No, I want to stay in the army, and I want to watch Isis' people be wiped out.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood! "

After hearing this, Amir did not continue to persuade, but shook his head and said: "Isis is gone, others will appear..."

While Amir was speaking, several trucks suddenly drove out of the city of Mosul...

Hearing the call from the sentry on the top of the building, Amir rushed out and took a look through the telescope, then waved his hand and shouted: "Don't shoot, I know the driver, he is one of my own..."

A few minutes after Amir finished speaking, two trucks drove to the open space near the outpost, and then several soldiers jumped out of the truck. With numb eyes, they began to move the bodies out of the truck...

Amir knew at a glance that the situation in the city was very bad. This was the second batch of corpses he had seen transported out in the past three days.

After patting Karna Khan on the arm, who was a little dazed, Amir called on the soldiers at the outpost to help him. He unloaded the bodies from the car and arranged them neatly on the ground, and then covered the bodies with white cloth...

There were more than forty corpses in total. Amir had long been accustomed to such scenes. He paused for a moment at the head of each corpse and said a prayer to give these comrades a final farewell...

Khanna Khan was infected. He held his hands on his chest and looked down at his palms, muttering a few verses in his mouth.

Just as they were collecting the bodies, an armed Humvee drove up from behind, escorting a pickup truck...

Seeing the P·B logo spray-painted on the car door, Amir smiled...

He found a bottle of water to rinse his hands, then called to a few soldiers transporting the corpse, and said: "Follow me, our breakfast is here..."

Khanna Khan was very uncomfortable with the 'indifference' shown by Amir, as if the solemn Amir in the previous second was just his illusion.

The young man could never understand Amir's numbness. He chased after Amir and said, "Dad, if we go to dinner like this, then they..."

Amir looked back at Khanna Khan, a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and said: "Just let them stay there, someone will come to take them home."

As he spoke, Amir sniffed and said, "I seem to smell the smell of mutton soup, oh, and potatoes and beef...

P·B’s chef makes this dish without curry, but it tastes better.

Come on, let's go help. People from P·B are willing to stand guard for us. Let's take advantage of this moment to take a break. "

When 'Fried Sugar' got off the Hummer, he saw the corpses neatly placed on the ground not far away...

He frowned and waved to a few gangsters, and moved the two stainless steel buckets out of the car...

Looking at Amir running over, ‘Zhaotang’ took out a brand new military lunch box and handed it to Amir, saying, “You said you’d never used it, so I got an extra one, and I’ll give this to you.”

Amir was pleasantly surprised and took over the lunch box, which was made entirely of stainless steel and marked P·B on the lid. He touched it with his calloused hands and said gratefully: "Thank you, kid, God will bless you!"

'Zhao Tang' didn't believe this. He just felt that Amir was pitiful for an old man in his sixties who still had to go to war, which made this cook who grew up under the red flag very unaccustomed.

Young people in Hua are generally not used to thanks from the elderly. He waved his hand and said: "Today we made mutton soup, scallion pancakes and beef and potatoes. The vegetables will not arrive in the next two days, so you can make do with it.

You are at the last stop, and there should be enough left for you to eat for two days.

Give me back the bucket you left here last time. I'll come back the day after tomorrow. "

After hearing this, Amir asked his teammates to move out the two cleaned and polished stainless steel buckets, and took the initiative to help carry them to the pickup truck. Then he rubbed his hands and looked at the 'fried sugar' and said: "My child, can you do more in the future?" Send some food over?

There are still our people in the city of Mosul. Every time they want to eat something hot, they have to risk coming to my place. We don't have enough food. "

When 'Fried Sugar' heard this, he shook his head and said, "They are all rationed based on head count, but I have already helped you fight for it. Your ration is much larger than other teams."

As he said "fried sugar," Amir looked at Amir's expression, which could not be defined as disappointment or helplessness. He slapped his lips and said, "Your commanders are also stupid. We asked them how many people there are in the city, and they couldn't even figure it out. .

If you can roughly count the number of people in the city and report their names to me, I will go to your commander and ask him to sign the account.

How can there be a war where people are not fed? "

Amir nodded vigorously and said: "No problem, no problem, we will compile it now, no, we will compile it now..."

‘Fried Sugar’ didn’t care about Amir’s speech impediment, he waved his hand and said: “You go to eat, we will stand guard for you.

This is an additional service of P.B. In the future, when we get familiar with the road conditions, as long as your commander is willing to sign and add money, it is not impossible for us to deliver meals into the city. "

Amir was stunned for a moment, then he touched his chest in greeting, and asked his people to start dinner. Don't let P·B's people spend too much time here. It's still very dangerous here.

"Fried sugar" didn't matter. He climbed up a simple wooden ladder to the top of the small building, crouched behind a row of half-man-high bunkers, and stared at the direction of Mosul with an old machine gun.

That place was a meat grinder. In just one week, several major mercenary companies lost more than 60 people there, and the Iraqi government forces suffered even more heavy losses.

It was really a fight for house after house, and those Isis people were very tenacious and desperate.

They tightly control the city's arteries, and anyone who wants to enter or evacuate will be killed by them.

With the cover of civilians, Isis was not at a disadvantage when facing government troops and mercenaries without air support. Instead, it relied on its familiarity with the city to fight several beautiful battles.

The 30 155mm self-propelled howitzers and a large number of air-burst bombs that P·B transported to the base became life-saving straw for those mercenaries.

High-explosive grenades cannot be used because they may accidentally injure civilians if they hit a building.

Only grenades that explode at an altitude of about 20 meters can be used, because as long as a war breaks out, civilians will consciously hide in their houses. As long as the house is not collapsed, the shrapnel will not have much impact on the people in the house. threaten.

At first, the people of Isis were not used to it, but when they discovered the pattern, they learned how to avoid the damage of air burst bombs.

However, even if the effectiveness of air burst bombs is discounted, P·B still has to fire more than 40 rounds of air burst bombs a day with a price tag of 15,000 rounds, just to cover the attack or retreat of the mercenaries.

Although this price made the major mercenary companies complain endlessly, the mercenaries participating in the battle at the front were not soft-spoken when calling, and the guys in the rear who were responsible for signing and paying the money did not dare to neglect.

Because once you neglect, you may be beaten by those bad-tempered mercenaries. The most important thing is that P·B’s asking price is not excessive.

However, after several days in a row, those mercenary companies were still a bit overwhelmed. Everyone came to fight to make money. If this continues, they may have to pay for it. How can this be done?

They are discussing joint negotiations with P.B. to let them pull out the 120mm mortars...

Titan Company stated that it can give away an advanced sighting system and fire control system for free. As long as the P·B people change the fuse of the mortar shell, it can actually have a similar effect.

Fighting a war without air support is too strenuous. Everyone has helicopters, but now they are all queuing up at ports in the Persian Gulf, waiting to be disembarked. They don’t know how many days it will take to get them here. They can only beg to go wherever they go. P.B., who has taken care of everything for this guy, helps.

‘Chaotang’ has not been with P·B for a long time, but he has experienced Libya and Iraq, and has completely lost his sense of awe for these so-called world-class mercenaries.

No matter how impressive your resume is, no matter how high your asking price is, you will inevitably cry for your father and mother when you enter Mosul.

Just when 'Fried Sugar' was complaining about the incompetence of the mercenaries, there was a 'whoosh' sound, and a shot hit the bunker on his side, exploding a small hole.

'Fried Sugar' couldn't see where the enemy was. He turned the muzzle of the machine gun and pulled the trigger in the direction where the enemy might be. Then he regretfully found that the machine gun had jammed...

'groove……'

After throwing away the machine gun and shouting a curse, ‘Zhao Tang’ immediately squatted down and picked up his rifle, and then he felt his helmet vibrate...

Another bullet hit the low wall in front of where he was just now, and the splash of gravel shocked 'Zhao Tang'.

At this time he realized that he had met a master...

"Sniper, take cover..."

Saying "fried sugar", he quickly crawled sideways, got to the edge of the roof and shouted to Amir who rushed out from below: "Everyone enter the house, everyone enter the house, there are experts..."

Amir was stunned for a moment, took out a periscope-style telescope from his arms and threw it to the top of the building. He shouted: "Don't raise your head, wait until I think of a way to cover you while you are going downstairs..."

'Zhao Tang' picked up the periscope and tried it, then quickly climbed to the previous position, lay on the ground and slowly stretched out the periscope. While observing, he pressed the communicator and said: "This is 'Zhao Tang', I Encountered a sniper, requested artillery support..."

As he said "fried sugar", he looked through the periscope and saw many figures appearing in several factory-like buildings on the edge of Mosul city...

"What the hell, why did you hit and push me again?"

While talking, ‘Zhao Tang’ reported his position to the people at the base, hoping to wait until the artillery fire cover, and then quickly go downstairs...

‘Fried Sugar’ wasn’t in a hurry, but Amir downstairs was a little anxious.

The young man on the roof is one of the few people who really cares about them. If something happens to him, this checkpoint may never receive support again.

The old guy rushed up to the second floor with a PKM machine gun in his arms, clung to the bottom of the window, stretched his legs as far as he could, and observed the situation in the distance with a mirror attached to his toes.

The distance between the two sides was less than 400 meters, and Amir could only see a rough outline...

Just when the old man started to get a little anxious and wanted to risk shooting to attract attention, there was a sudden sound of helicopters in the sky...

The sound of several missiles being launched was heard, and a violent explosion occurred in the building a few hundred meters away. Thick smoke instantly covered the area...

‘Fried Sugar’ watched four Gazelles pass over his head, and four rounds of Hellfire accurately hit the upper floors of the building. One of them even penetrated the window and exploded inside the building.

‘Zhao Tang’ stood up decisively and trotted to the edge of the roof, riding the wooden ladder and sliding down.

The moment he landed, a familiar voice sounded in the communicator...

"Hellfire costs 100,000 per shot. Thank you for your patronage!"

'Fried Sugar' was stunned for a moment, then cheered and waved to the helicopter, shouting: "Elephant, blow them up, blow them up, there is a master inside..."

Following the call of 'fried sugar', four more rounds of hellfire were launched...

At this time, Choga was shaking hands with mercenary representatives in the Mosul base...

"P·B Air Force is always ready to serve you!"

"Helicopters carry out 20,000 sorties, Hellfires carry 100,000 rounds, and machine gunners cover 5,000 people."

"There are 30,000 propeller fighter sorties per sortie, 80,000 Blue Sword 7 missiles per sortie, and 10,000 aerial bombs per sortie."

"The L-159 jet fighter costs 300,000 per sortie. The price of more advanced missiles will not be calculated until they arrive."

The people from Triple Canopy met Qiao Jia. This guy said with a bitter look on his face: "Sir, is it possible to go to the rocket nest? We can provide rockets ourselves..."

Qiao Jia looked at a bunch of petty guys with disgust and said: "'Bring your own wine' is a different price, and the 'corkage fee' is not cheap either!

It’s all about making ends meet, everyone understands and tolerates each other! "