King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 701 - 657: Kind-Hearted Businessman_2

"There are still our people in Mosul City, every time they want to eat something hot, they have to risk coming here, and our food supply is not enough,"

'Sugar' heard this, shook his head, and said, "But everything is rationed according to headcount. However, I've already fought for you, and your ration is considerably more than other teams."

As 'Sugar' spoke, he looked at Amir with an expression that was hard to tell if it was disappointment or helplessness. He smacked his lips and said, "Your officers are fools. When we ask them how many people are in the city, they can't even figure it out themselves.

You do this. If you can roughly estimate the number of people in the city and report their names to me, I'll go to your officers and let them sign and acknowledge it.

Who fights a war without letting people eat their fill?"

Amir nodded vigorously and said, "No problem, no problem, we'll go compile, no, we'll go count right now..."

'Sugar' didn't care about Amir's slip of the tongue. He waved his hand and said, "You guys go eat, we'll stand guard for you.

This is an additional service from P·B, and once we become familiar with the roads, as long as your officers are willing to sign and pay extra, it's not impossible for us to deliver food into the city."

Amir was startled, then patted his chest as a gesture of thanks, calling his men to start the meal and not to let P·B wait too long, as the place was still very dangerous.

'Sugar' was indifferent; he climbed up to the top of a small building via a rickety wooden ladder, squatted behind a half-person-high parapet, and manned an old machine gun, watching in the direction of Mosul.

That place was a meat grinder, in just one week, several major PMC companies had lost over 60 people, and the loss of Iraqi Government forces was even more severe.

It was truly a struggle for every house, with those from ISIS putting up an extremely stubborn and reckless fight.

They tightly controlled the city's key thoroughfares, slaughtering anyone trying to enter or leave.

With civilians as their shield, ISIS, facing government and mercenary forces without aerial support, were surprisingly not at a disadvantage but, leveraging their familiarity with the city, managed to fight several beautiful battles.

The 30, 155mm self-propelled howitzers that P·B brought to Mosul Base, along with a large number of airburst shells, became the life-saving straw for those mercenaries.

High-explosive shells were unusable, as hitting a building might injure civilians.

Only these kinds of shells that exploded about 20 meters high could be used, because as soon as fighting began, civilians would consciously hide in their homes, and as long as the houses didn't collapse, the shrapnel wouldn't pose much of a threat to the people inside.

Initially, ISIS fighters were not used to it, but once they figured out the pattern, they learned how to avoid the lethality of the airburst shells.

However, even if the effectiveness of the airburst shells was reduced, P·B still had to fire more than 40 rounds a day at a price of fifteen thousand per shell, just to cover the mercenaries' attacks or retreats.

This price, although it made the major PMC companies complain bitterly, didn't stop the mercenaries on the front line from calling for them without hesitation, and those in charge of signing checks in the rear didn't dare to neglect.

Because any neglect could mean getting shot in the back by those ill-tempered mercenaries, and most importantly, P·B's prices were not excessive.

However, after several consecutive days, the PMC companies were starting to feel the pinch. They came to war to make money, and if this kept up, they might end up paying instead—how could that be acceptable?

They were discussing a joint negotiation with P·B to get them to bring out the 120mm mortars...

Titan Company offered to provide a high-end sighting and fire-control system for free, as long as P·B modified the fuses of the mortar shells, which could achieve a similar effect.

Wars without aerial support were too strenuous to fight. Everyone had helicopters, but currently, all were queuing up at the ports of the Persian Gulf waiting to disembark, and it was unclear how many days it would take to arrive here, so they could only beg P·B, who always brought all their gear, for help.

'Sugar' hadn't been with P·B for long but had experienced both Liberia and Iraq. He had completely lost his awe of these so-called world-class mercenaries.

No matter how impressive the resume or how high the fee, entering Mosul inevitably led to crying and wailing.

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Just as 'Sugar' was inwardly criticizing the lack of strength in the mercenaries, a 'whoosh' sounded, and a shell hit the parapet beside him, blowing a small hole.

'Sugar' couldn't see where the enemy was, so he swiveled the machine gun towards the direction where the enemy might be and pulled the trigger. Then, he regretfully discovered the machine gun was jammed...

"Damn..."

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Discarding the machine gun with a curse, 'Sugar' immediately crouched down to pick up his rifle, and then he felt his helmet vibrate slightly...

Another bullet struck the low wall just in front of where he had been, the flying debris startling 'Sugar'.

At this point, he realized he was dealing with an expert...

"Sniper, find cover..."

As he spoke, 'Sugar' crawled quickly to the side, making his way to the edge of the roof and shouted down to Amir who was rushing out, "Everyone inside, everyone inside, there's a sharpshooter..."

Amir froze for a moment, then pulled a periscope-style telescope from his chest and tossed it to the roof, calling out, "Don't raise your head for anything, I'll figure out a way to cover you, you go downstairs..."

'Sugar' picked up the periscope and tried it out, then quickly crawled back to his previous position, lying on the ground and slowly extending the periscope, observing while pressing on the communicator, "This is 'Sugar', I've encountered a sniper, requesting artillery support..."

While speaking, 'Sugar' had spotted through the periscope that several buildings on the edge of Mosul City, resembling factories, were teeming with shadows...

"Damn it, how did they advance on us again during the fight?"

As he talked, 'Sugar' reported his position to the base folks, hoping for artillery cover so he could get downstairs quickly...

'Sugar' wasn't in a rush, but Amir downstairs was getting anxious.

The young man on the roof was one of the few who actually cared about them; if something happened to him, this checkpoint might never receive support again.

The old man grabbed a PKM machine gun and rushed to the second floor, sticking close under the window, stretching his legs long to use a mirror stuck to his toes to watch what was happening in the distance.

The two sides were less than 400 meters apart, and Amir could only make out a rough outline...

Just when the old man started to get anxious and thought about risking a shot to attract attention, a helicopter's whirring suddenly came from the sky...

The sound of several missiles launching was heard, followed by a violent explosion in the building hundreds of meters away, and thick smoke instantly covered the area...

'Sugar' watched as four Little Bird helicopters flew over his head, and four Hellfire missiles precisely hit the upper floors of the building, with one even penetrating a window to explode inside.

Decisively, 'Sugar' got up and sprinted to the edge of the roof, sliding down the wooden ladder.

The moment he landed, a familiar voice came through the communicator...

"Hellfire missiles, $100,000 each, thank you for your patronage!"

'Sugar' was stunned for a moment, then cheered and waved at the helicopter, yelling, "Elephant, bomb them, bomb them, there's an expert inside..."

Following 'Sugar's call, four more Hellfire missiles were fired...

And at that moment, Joe Ga was inside Mosul Base, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the representative of the mercenaries...

"P·B Air Force is always happy to serve everyone!"

"Helicopters, $20,000 per sortie; Hellfire missiles, $100,000 each; machine gunner cover, $5,000 per person."

"Propeller fighter crafts, $30,000 per sortie; Blue Sword 7 missiles, $80,000 each; airburst shells, $10,000 each."

"L-159 jet fighters, $300,000 per sortie; prices for more advanced missiles will have to be calculated after they arrive."

The people from Tian Peng had met with Qiao before, and one of them, with a pained expression, said, "Sir, is there a possibility to mount rocket pods? We can supply our own rockets..."

Qiao looked disdainfully at a bunch of petty individuals and replied, "Bringing your own 'drinks' is a different price, and the 'corkage fee' isn't cheap either!

We're all just trying to make a living, let's understand and accommodate each other!"

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