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Chapter 561 A Real Battle! [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

Chapter 561 A Real Battle! [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

PMC.

That is, a private security company.

Although it's called "security," PMC often plays the role of mercenaries.

Kyle had dealt with PMC more than once during his military career.

Sometimes they are enemies, but more often they are allies. Tasks that are inconvenient for official armed forces to carry out, or tasks that need to be handled after the fact, are usually assigned to the PMC.

To put it bluntly, PMCs are like vultures on the battlefield, the "black gloves" that do all the dirty work.

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Kyle didn't speak, but slowly narrowed his eyes, looking down at the other person.

His eyes held little emotion, only indifference and apathy.

gradually.

The white man, dressed like a business elite, began to feel increasingly uneasy, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his forehead covered in sweat, as if the person sitting next to him was not a warrior who had laid down his weapons, but a ferocious beast that could devour him at any moment.

"Mr. Kyle."

The white man instinctively gripped the seatbelt tighter, his voice trembling slightly.

He had thought it would be a very easy job.

After all, Kyle has a long list of honors and has served for a considerable period of time.

But after his discharge, all he could get, besides those medals that could be stolen at any time if he wore them out, was a one-time financial aid and seemingly numerous but practically useless welfare policies.

In the United States, military service is just an ordinary job, and unless one can become an officer, it is almost impossible to achieve upward social mobility.

Soldiers who risked their lives on the battlefield often had to worry about making a living after returning home.

of course.

The United States also has many "veteran priority" positions, but these positions usually have little to do with ordinary veterans, and the status of "veteran" is not a hard requirement for the position. This is far from the "fixed person, fixed position" preferential treatment policy for veterans implemented in China.

Especially for sergeants like Kyle, who are "in the middle" in their careers, the situation after retirement is the most difficult.

They cannot receive a lifetime pension, and because they have been out of touch with modern society for a long time, they have no advantage in job hunting, marriage, and other matters, making it difficult for them to reintegrate into society and return to a normal life.

In this context, the private security companies that gradually emerged after the end of the Cold War became the most suitable place for people like them.

The benefits are good, the pay is high, and the take-home pay is much higher than during military service.

Even if they die in the line of duty, their families can receive compensation that may be more generous than a death benefit.

Leaving aside the inherent dangers of the work itself and the frequent ethical challenges, this is a separate issue.

This is a job that would be perfect for Kyle.

But Kyle's attitude at this moment silently indicated that he was not interested in the invitation, and was even somewhat angry.

Kyle is a very traditional American soldier and a very traditional American white man who believes in honor, etiquette, and the pride that comes from heroism itself.

Although he was also worried and confused about what to do after his discharge from the military.

But fighting for one's country and fighting for one's own interests, and potentially harming innocent civilians when necessary, are two completely different things.

Even though Kyle will soon be taking off his military uniform.

But deep down, he still possessed the perseverance and pride of a soldier.

The perseverance and pride of an American soldier.

This caused the conversation to proceed in a way that did not unfold as the white man had anticipated.

All he received was Kyle's increasingly indifferent gaze.

Feeling an increasingly intense sense of crisis between his brows, the white man, who had always considered himself an elite, finally abandoned his so-called "decency" and instead spoke humbly and respectfully, as if addressing a superior.

You've probably misunderstood me.

"In fact, this is a very sincere invitation, and the position we have prepared for you is also..."

"Take me to see the person behind you."

Kyle gave the white man a disdainful smile, then closed his eyes, as if looking at him again would be an insult.

"Who sent you?"

"Take me to see whoever it is."

Even now, Kyle is still not ready to accept the job.

He was simply curious as to who could have arranged for the white man to be on the helicopter that was supposed to take him to the airport.

Who was it that leaked the news of his impending discharge to the private security company behind the white man?

Kyle even felt that his early discharge might not be as simple as it seemed.

"Yes Yes."

He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead.

Throughout the rest of the journey, the white man tried to stay away from Kyle and had no courage to strike up a conversation with him.

After a simple ceremony attended by only a few people, Kyle finally boarded a plane to return home.

However, after many years, Kyle, who had set foot on his homeland again, was not able to return directly to his hometown.

Instead, they arrived at the capital of the United States, a city named after the first president of the United States.

When they finally arrived at the end of the journey and saw the "big shot" who controlled their military career, life, and future.

Kyle suddenly burst out laughing.

It's as if it's mocking itself, and also as if it's mocking the country.

Kyle's increasingly maniacal laughter did not move the figure sitting behind the desk in the slightest.

As Kyle's laughter gradually faded, the blonde woman, who looked old but still wore exquisite makeup, spoke softly.

"I think I don't need to introduce myself."

This statement sounds somewhat arrogant.

In fact, the blonde woman did not need to introduce herself.

Almost every American knows this face.

She was the one who once stood behind Anderson, and also the one who wanted to take Anderson's life.

She is also the first woman in American history to reach this position.

Speaker of the House of Representatives, USA!

When Zhao Weihong arrived at the conference room with Hu Yiming, carrying her notebook, the room was already packed with people, a stark contrast to the empty stage with only a huge projection screen hanging on it.

Wei Tao, Wu Fengxu, and others, who should have been sitting on the stage, were now seated below the stage, sitting upright. It was quite obvious.

Wu Fengxu and Wei Tao, who were the chief officials, were not the "hosts" of this meeting.

Instead, like Zhao Weihong, they were "participants" who needed to listen carefully to and learn the spirit of the instructions from their superiors.

The bright banner hanging in the center of the venue answered some of Zhao Weihong's questions with its eye-catching title.

[Skynet 2008 Southwest Joint Anti-Drug Operation Deployment Meeting]

The main venue shown in the projection also has a very diverse composition.

Zhao Weihong saw Guan Jiwu sitting on the stage, and also saw the three distinct groups of people below the venue.

On the far left, there was a sea of ​​dark blue, filled with police officers in uniform.

In the center are some members of the 149th Division headquarters, as well as soldiers who appear to be from other units, all dressed in civilian clothes and sitting upright.

The members on the far right are also wearing military green uniforms, but many of them have bright red epaulets on their shoulders!

Zhao Weihong immediately realized that these were soldiers from the People's Armed Police!
Zhao Weihong then realized what Guan Jiwu meant by the "grand spectacle" that would follow the exercise.

A hastily convened teleconference involving the public security, armed police, and People's Liberation Army forces speaks volumes about its scale and importance. The scale of the operation after its commencement is equally predictable.

Once everyone had arrived, the meeting began quickly.

A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit, whom Zhao Weihong had no recollection of, spoke first, giving a brief introduction to the operation.

This was Zhao Weihong's first time handling such a large-scale, combat-oriented mission. Although she was somewhat excited, she was mostly filled with anticipation.

In contrast, Hu Yiming, who seemed to have some experience, sat next to Zhao Weihong and appeared particularly excited. He even wrote a few words heavily in his notebook, signaling Zhao Weihong to come and see.

Zhao Weihong glanced to the side and the three large, elegant characters immediately came into view.

[A huge investment!!!]

The three exclamation marks alone are enough to show just how excited Hu Yiming was at that moment!
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Weihong began to have doubts.

Is this year's joint operation different from previous years?

Otherwise, Hu Yiming would never be so excited!

Consider also the Southeast Asian military observers who attended the recent exercise.
As the situation gradually became clearer in Zhao Weihong's mind, he was also infected by Hu Yiming's emotions and became even more agitated!
As time went by, Zhao Weihong also learned about the tasks that she and her comrades from other fields needed to be responsible for in this operation.

Aside from cooperative tasks such as joint patrols and checkpoint inspections, all three groups have very distinct "specific duties".

The police officers are to launch a coordinated operation to arrest the suspects based on prior intelligence and preparations.

In addition to cooperating with the public security officers to arrest people, the armed police officers also patrolled the border area with the 149th Division, where Zhao Weihong was stationed.

The 149th Division, on the other hand, was to act as the "stabilizing force" for the entire operation, standing near the border and ready to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
The specific tasks assigned to each unit will not be discussed at this overall planning meeting.

For example, officers in the public security system might not know their specific tasks until the last day before the operation begins, or even just a few hours later.

The middle-aged man then emphasized the importance of the operation one last time, stressing that it could not be lost.

The meeting then concluded.

Wei Tao did not ask the cadres to stay, but directly announced the adjournment of the meeting.

The internal preparatory meeting for the 347th Regiment can only be held after the specific task notification is issued.

As soon as she stepped out of the conference room, a cacophony of voices erupted in Zhao Weihong's ears.

Hu Yiming leaned close to Zhao Weihong's ear and said excitedly.

"Old Zhao, you've really struck gold!"

"This is the first time in all these years that I've encountered a joint mission of this scale!"

Zhao Weihong also had a lot of questions on her mind. When Hu Yiming took the initiative to talk about things related to the operation, she immediately followed up with her own questions.

"So, the joint missions of previous years can't compare to this year's?"

"of course!"

Hu Yiming gave Zhao Weihong a "Isn't this obvious?" look and explained somewhat hastily.

"In fact, our division conducts a joint mission with the public security and armed police forces almost every year."

"However, the scale will not be very large. For example, the largest mobilization we've ever had was a regiment, plus border troops along the border."

"Unlike this time, the entire division, except for those remaining on duty, has to participate!"

"Border troops stationed along the border for thousands of kilometers will also participate in this operation!"

"A rough estimate suggests that the number of people involved in this operation is approaching six figures!"

After hearing Hu Yiming's explanation, Zhao Weihong finally understood the importance of this mission!
Even after the Southwest Rotation War ended, the 149th Division, which had many combat missions, was carrying out such a high-level mission for the first time!

A significant portion of the 149th Division's combat experience likely stemmed from previous joint anti-drug operations.

Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong's excited mood suddenly calmed down a bit.

The word "real combat" was mentioned repeatedly during the meeting.

The middle-aged man used the word "battle" to describe the operation, emphasizing that they must "not be afraid of sacrifice or bloodshed, and win this battle! To complete the mission entrusted to us by the Party and the people!"

Sacrifices and bloodshed in actual combat
When these words appeared together frequently, Zhao Weihong finally glimpsed the danger and difficulty of the mission amidst her excitement about carrying it out!

The most dangerous experiences in Zhao Weihong's military career were probably the two military exercises.

However, as long as no one does something foolish like crawling under a tank or pointing a gun at someone, the safety of the exercise can be guaranteed. Even if there are casualties, they are mostly accidental.

But this mission is different.

Not only will the blank rounds in the magazine be replaced with live rounds.

The enemies Zhao Weihong will face are no longer comrades who will "stop when the opportunity is gone".

They are not just drug traffickers, but ruthless and vicious drug dealers!
Their military skills may not be as good as those of regular troops, but their brutality, ferocity, and cunning far surpass those of ordinary regular troops!

Because this is a group of desperate people who will stop at nothing for profit!
Compared to the new recruits who just joined the 149th Division this year, or even a group of veterans.

These drug traffickers are even more prepared to face death!

In particular, the series of actions taken by the Yan Kingdom have completely destroyed the soil on which they depend for their livelihood.

The reason why this year's joint operation is so large in scale is...

It is precisely because the pressure and counterattacks that the southwestern border will face will be extremely fierce!
According to Hu Yiming's description, even the smallest joint operations in previous years would result in a substantial exchange of fire.

Needless to say, this year is even worse!

Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong suddenly pursed her lips and wholeheartedly agreed with the middle-aged man's description of the operation.

no doubt.

This will be a real battle!

(End of this chapter)

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