King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 488 - 471 The Process of Maturing

Joe Ga could understand "Comet’s" point of view, he was a true soldier, he pursued victory, and now he felt it wasn’t worthwhile to send the Foreign Legion into the jungle to fight to the death.

His calculations were different from Colonel Kongde’s!

Colonel Kongde’s mission was to create momentum for France to intervene in Sangha Town, where only victory mattered.

Otherwise, if France sent 200 Foreign Legion soldiers to follow P·B’s orders and the media got ahold of it, the bigwigs in the French military might as well hang themselves.

According to "Comet’s" thinking, France could send enough personnel and equipment, which wasn’t impossible, but the cost was simply too high.

In the eyes of the military, surrounding 40-some enemies with 200 men was a guaranteed victory, and even if 40 men died, how much would the pensions be?

The Foreign Legion, these guys aren’t even French citizens before they "graduate."

Joe Ga couldn’t possibly send ground troops to cooperate with the Foreign Legion without command authority, it was a line he wouldn’t cross!

Sending planes and fire cannons to cover them, that’s France paying.

Helicopters are 30,000 euros for each deployment, firing costs extra.

Big Beak Birds are 20,000 euros for each deployment, firing costs extra.

Self-propelled fire cannons cost 15,000 euros each round, I’ll provide as many rounds as you want.

Take the money, it’s only right to cooperate!

But if you want me to send troops to fight, okay, I don’t even want money, just follow my orders!

That was Joe Ga’s bottom line, but it was also France’s Achilles’ heel.

For Joe Ga, the longer the battle dragged on, the better. But there was really no need to push the Foreign Legion to their deaths. Besides, the Ghosts weren’t fools either; given enough time, they might decide to run.

Just as "Comet" was about to clash with Colonel Kongde, Joe Ga smiled, waved his hand, and said, "I have my principles, but at the same time, I respect the interests of France."

Then Joe Ga looked at Colonel Kongde and said, "You need victory, and I am willing to support you."

After that, Joe Ga turned to "Comet," smiled, and said, "You feel you need more manpower, I have a trick for you that is convenient, saves money, and leaves the media with nothing to say."

After listening, "Comet" looked at Joe Ga’s smiling face and said helplessly, "Hu Lang, you’re a decent person, I think you should understand how I feel.

The soldiers out there need time to adapt. They already had a skirmish with the Ghosts, and the fact has proven that to eliminate the Ghosts, we need to pay a heavy price."

After that, "Comet" glanced at the silent Princess Amina, then seriously shook his head, "It’s not necessary..."

When Colonel Kongde jumped up to scold "Comet," Joe Ga, still smiling, pressed him back into his chair and said, "Listen to me first, then decide whether to argue."

Colonel Kongde had a very good impression of Joe Ga; he glared at "Comet," who ’didn’t know the big picture,’ and then said to Joe Ga, "You speak, I’m listening!

Protecting the Princess is my responsibility!"

Joe Ga looked at Colonel Kongde, who always spoke of righteousness, and smiled, "Don’t you just need more manpower? Go to Bangassou and call over your Peacekeeping Troops.

Those bastards have done many infuriating things in Bangassou. With a phone call, you can get them to come and do something meaningful.

The situation in Central Africa is relatively stable now, and Bangassou no longer needs Peacekeeping Troops. After the fight, you just send them home by plane, and a ready-made base is yours.

That uses United Nations funding, but you’re just borrowing it for a while. When Central Africa needs Peacekeeping Troops again, you can just make room for them."

Joe Ga’s words stunned Colonel Kongde, then the old fellow slapped his hands as if he had an epiphany, "Why didn’t I think of that? I’ll contact the higher-ups right away..."

Watching Colonel Kongde’s excited expression, Joe Ga shook his head with a smile...

In theory, command of the Peacekeeping Troops is not owned by any country, but it’s normal for the big five rogues to take advantage of the United Nations. Why can’t I move my own troops?

The United Nations also has a responsibility to protect the Princess!

Now that the Foreign Legion is here, that Peacekeeping force is no longer necessary.

After the battle is over, just send them home, and the base worth millions, as well as those armored vehicles and helicopters that are inconvenient to transport, aren’t they all left behind?

Basically, that equipment and base were paid for by the French, but with Colonel Kongde leading the team to take over the base, it’s a real save for the military, avoiding double investment.

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Moreover, for the Peacekeeping Troops themselves, they would be happy to return home.

The locals of Bangassou would be even happier because they no longer need to face a bunch of demanding foreign soldiers.

The French Peacekeeping Troops stationed in Bangassou number 500, plus the 200 from the Foreign Legion outside, with P·B’s air support, that should be more than enough.

A situation that satisfies everyone, it’s impossible not to succeed!

And what could Joe Ga get from this...

The Foreign Legion, which had already taken away the logistics contract, was now sent 200 kilometers away to be stationed, equivalent to being restricted.

Without the Peacekeeping Troops as a constraint, P·B’s influence would soon spread across the entire Bangassou, because the national defense forces there are trained by P·B.

What do we call a skilled warrior with no fame? This is it!

Joe Ga had long been displeased with France’s peacekeeping troops in Bangassou, but killing them wasn’t appropriate. Now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted to send them away.

Placing the Foreign Legion 200 kilometers away would require at least four hours for them to reach Sangha Town, given Central Africa’s transportation conditions, in case something happened here.

It was a distance and time that made the French interlopers in Sangha Town very uncomfortable.

He surely had more confidence now, but if he were a bit too aggressive, he feared the locals might go berserk.

Everyone is born of parents and has only one life; when there’s no need for a desperate fight, then playing by the rules is the way to go.

That’s Karman’s logic: white people need a bit of pressure to maintain their gentlemanliness.

And Joe Ga was applying pressure through various means.

Uniting all possible forces meant not merely connecting everyone through interests.

Using all sorts of external influences to keep allies well-mannered and maintain one’s leadership position is real wisdom!

The small place of Sangha Town allowed Joe Ga to go through a series of tempering experiences.

Unity, compromise, conciliation...

These approaches matured Joe Ga truly!

In a sense, this was real wealth, and it was wealth that no one could take away.

’Comet’ saw a smile on Colonel Kongde’s face as he worked and knew this guy was making progress.

Feeling more relaxed, ’Comet’ said to Joe Ga, "Hu Lang, thank you!

With enough manpower, we can save many lives!"

Joe Ga, seeing the fatigue in ’Comet’s’ eyes, hesitated before asking, "What’s your situation? Why were you, a French SAS, sent here to lead the Foreign Legion?"

’Comet’ was silent for a moment, then said, "Because the higher-ups think I know you, they sent me to coordinate the connection between the two parties.

But they didn’t expect your people to cooperate so well..."

Upon hearing that, Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "Of course, our enemy is the same group of people; besides, you’ve paid us."

’Comet’ shook his head, looked at Joe Ga, and said, "I don’t understand the thinking of those big shots; this is no longer a simple war.

Hu Lang, I don’t know what you want to do, but I know you’re a true warrior...

Buddy, don’t just watch those soldiers go to their deaths!"

Joe Ga paused, glanced at Colonel Kongde, then turned to ’Comet’ and said, "It’s not up to me, but I think you might have a chance to decide."

’Comet’ touched his left shoulder with resignation and said, "I was shot in Niger, and my rehabilitation isn’t going well.

They’ve arranged a desk job for me, like working in this office, and I just feel I’ll never get used to it, so I’m leaving."

Joe Ga’s eyes lit up as he asked, "So what do you plan to do for work in the future?"

’Comet’ saw the excitement on Joe Ga’s face, shook his head with a chuckle, and said, "You want to poach me? I’m not in my prime anymore."

Joe Ga waved off the concern and said, "You’re from the first parachute infantry regiment, the top soldiers of France. What’s a little injury?

Remember the ’Tailor,’ the Ranger?

He was injured too and also left the army. Now he’s working with me."

As he said this, Joe Ga watched ’Comet’ look surprised and laughed, "Work with me and you’ll get an annual salary of 50,000, with a daily allowance of 500 during wartime.

P·B is short of people right now. If you can form your own team, and as long as they pass our tests, I’ll raise your salary by 10%.

I’m telling you, we’re establishing a salary grading system now, and salaries will be divided according to length of service and contribution in the future. There’s also a pension, insurance, bonuses, housing, and a whole series of benefits.

You’re getting a bargain by joining now. If you want to come in later, the starting salary might only be 30,000."

Joe Ga watched as ’Comet’ instinctively moved his left shoulder, smiling as he said, "Don’t lack confidence in yourself, man. As long as you’re not in a hurry, we’ll have rehabilitation therapists to help you.

Buddy, this is Africa. At 80% of your capacity, you could beat 90% of the soldiers here.

And at the beginning, I won’t even need you to fight. Just coordinate with this Foreign Legion and help manage the relationships between us.

When you’re ready, it won’t be too late to go into battle!

If you have connections in the French military that can land contracts similar to the logistical services here, I’ll give you a commission.

’Tailor,’ that bastard, was being hesitant, wanting to fully recover before he’d go to Niger to see old comrades. I know you’re surely not that type of person.

Working with me might not make you the most money, but I have things to offer that other companies can’t!

Old buddy, you’re a warrior too, and you should do things befitting a warrior’s status!!" Stay updated through novelbuddy