King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 590 - 567: As Long as the Hoe is Swung Well

Joe Ga asked curiously, betraying the doubts in his heart…

In his mind, elite soldiers selected from millions in the army should all be kings among soldiers. What kind of combat power could such soldiers unleash with top-quality equipment?

Solon pondered Joe Ga's question for a long time before answering, "Fighting a war depends on many things, but if we're just talking about soldiers, our guys should be a bit tougher, as long as they've seen enough blood. They're smart kids, and they can endure hardship. It's just a shame that by the time they move up, there aren't many battles left to fight.

How is it enough with just exercises and a few petty thieves?"

As he spoke, Solon looked at the strange expression on Joe Ga's face. Thinking Joe didn't believe him, he grinned and said, "I've had a chance to encounter those SEALs and SAS in the rear. I'm fifty-three, and I could take on two of them barehanded without a problem.

Back in the day, I saw a group of kids who were better than me, but it's a pity some of them never saw blood before they were discharged…"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I don't mean any disrespect or disbelief. I've killed plenty of people, and I understand that some things can only be understood and not conveyed through words."

Joe Ga stroked his chin thoughtfully and mused, "I heard the Venezuelan Hunter Training Camp is private too, and P·B is much bigger than it by any measure.

A shabby training camp, and a bunch of foreigners hype up their slots as if they were so precious…

If we're talking about ferocity, I've got the most ferocious jungle veterans around.

If it's tactics, I've got people from the Ranger Reconnaissance, Delta Force, and the French 1st Parachute Brigade.

I also have a Signal Flag Squad in America, oh, and the leader of those Tuareg guys outside is from SBS.

Given my current situation and the equipment I can provide, wouldn't it be simple for anyone who follows me to see some action?"

Solon stared at Joe Ga, who seemed to be talking nonsense, and said incredulously, "Boss, what are you trying to do?"

Joe Ga put on an expression of desperate need and responded, "I'm short on manpower right now…

Old Solon, you've got connections in the military. Could you help me ask if their special forces units need anything like 'commissioned training.'

I don't want training fees or anything. They work for me; I'll have the special forces from England, France, and Russia run drills with them, and along the way, they'll get a glimpse of what real battlefields are like."

Solon was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out as he exclaimed incredulously, "You want active special forces to work for you for free?"

Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "How could it be for free?

The American rapid reaction force even gave me a C-130 for the chance to collaborate with me.

I care about the construction of the national special forces. I value my reputation, so I certainly can't ask for money, but what's wrong with borrowing their men?

I'm engaging in legitimate business. If we treat this matter as business, it means benefits for both sides. How could it be called working for free?

Just help me ask around. If it's possible, great; if not, I'll think of some other way."

Seriously, Joe Ga added, "I'm actually just irritated by that Venezuelan training camp. What's so great about a lousy camp?

My place is much bigger than theirs; now I have desert, tropical jungle, grasslands. I even have a camp in Kenya, mountains included.

Most importantly, I've got live enemies. Instead of training there, it would be better to train at my location – and I don't charge a dime…"

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Solon, now in his fifties, looked at Joe Ga as if he were seeing a ghost…

"Boss, Hunter School used to be a bit famous, because we didn't have the depth and couldn't keep up, like me, I was supposed to be phased out!

But now for our guys, that place is just a place to gold-plate their résumés."

"Just send over a top-notch soldier to mingle with the folks from other countries, and after graduation, come back to get a promotion and maybe command a special forces company or something,"

"I've met a guy who came back from Hunter School, and I've seen those real special forces soldiers."

"Really, Hunter School ain't all that special. All that boasting about their training intensity, death rate, and elimination rate—anyone can torture people to death, right?"

"Do you think any major country's special forces really take them seriously?"

Joe Ga waved his hand dismissively, "I don't think they're all that impressive either!

"Sure, anyone can torture people, but who has the resources to find the enemy and give their soldiers a hard time, right?"

With that, Joe Ga looked at Solon with a cheeky grin and said, "Just help me ask around, a squad wouldn't be too few, a company wouldn't be too many.

If they retire temporarily and come work for me, as long as I don't pay them, they're still the nation's men, right?"

Solon had never heard someone link 'not paying a salary' with patriotism before. He was stunned but eventually nodded, "I'll ask around when I can, but I can't make any promises.

It's easy to find retired special forces soldiers, but active duty... that's a bit,"

Joe Ga shook his head, "That's the point, I want active duty. Hiring piecemeal takes too much time, not to mention the time needed to get them working well together.

Help me ask. If it doesn't work out, forget it. If I wasn't so short on time, I'd already have started the second round of recruiting for our special forces teams.

The few teams I have are stretched thin whenever I need to rotate them out!"

Thompson watched his boss slyly trying to poach soldiers from China and chuckled, "Boss, this really isn't necessary, and it's got a bit of a political undertone.

P·B could easily recruit people right now!"

"It is necessary!!"

Joe Ga glanced back at Thompson, who clearly didn't get his boss's cunning plan...

A mercenary boss talking about patriotism doesn't sound right, and training soldiers for the Big Five is even less so, but if it's just to 'see some blood,' that he could definitely help with.

They don't need real special forces, just send regular special operations soldiers to serve under Boss Joe for a couple of years. Whether their tactics and skills improve is uncertain, but they'll definitely become experienced veterans.

That was Joe's simplest sentiment—why not do it if it benefits everyone within his means?

Thompson never argued with Joe Ga over trivial matters. As they chatted, the listless terrorist attack had been repelled.

There were two hours left until darkness fell and the final assault was about to commence. Before that, Joe had to deal with some spies and secret agents.

In that short span of time, those folks had already peeked over several times...

Joe Ga, knowing what Thompson meant, patted Solon on the arm and said with a smile, "We've got nothing to do tonight. It's the T1 units from America, England, and France that are the main forces.

If you're interested, contact Zahovic. Help them out by clearing buildings and evacuating civilians, as long as you don't join the chase, anything goes."

Solon immediately straightened up, pleased, "That's why I like you, boss. Us old brothers need to regain our feel for things slowly.

I'll get in touch with Zahovic. That guy owes me a month of good meals—it's time for him to return the favor."

Joe Ga laughed but remained silent; this was exactly the effect he wanted. Let Solon experience P·B's step-by-step approach so he starts thinking more deeply, providing him with a little extra motivation when handling tasks.

Joe Ga gave a thumbs-up to Solon and said, 'Suit yourself,' then stood up, ready to meet with a few secret agents, each with their own agenda.