Chapter 653 A kind businessman

In a house south of Mosul...

Amir, a veteran of the Iraqi government army 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.

As the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into Mosul, Amir stood at the window and muttered a few words, symbolically completing his prayers, and turned his eyes to the road behind their houses.

A young curly young man came to Amir and said, "Dad, when will we deliver our breakfast? I like the mutton soup and scallion pastry cakes so much.

The big man said the day before yesterday that there will be new dishes today. What do you think will be?"

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

The people from that P.B company are very powerful, but unfortunately they are only responsible for delivering food, otherwise we can end this damn war early and go home early."

When the curly-haired young man heard this, he showed a fierce look on his face and said, "No, I want to kill a few Isis's people with my own hands, they have killed my family."

These bastards are simply inhumane!”

Amir looked at the young man with a vicissitudes of life, and after hesitating for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "It's good to maintain hatred towards Isis, but don't let revenge be the whole of life.

You can go to Baghdad to find a job and then get married to a woman you like.”

Another bullet hit the low wall in front of his position just now, and the splash of gravel scared the "fried candy".

Kanahan was not used to the "indifference" shown by Amir, as if the solemn Amir in the previous second was just his hallucination.

As he spoke, the "fried candy" reported the location to the people at the base, and wanted to wait for the cover of artillery fire and then go downstairs quickly...

The sound of several missiles fired came, and a violent explosion occurred in the building hundreds of meters away, and thick smoke instantly covered the area...

The young man on the rooftop is one of the few who really cares about them. If something happens to him, the checkpoint may never be supported in the future.

When "Fried Candy" got off the Hummer, I saw the corpse neatly placed on the ground not far away...

Where can we not eat enough in war?”

High-explosive grenades are not useful because once they hit a building, they may accidentally injure civilians.

Amir took the whole stainless steel made in surprise, with a P·B marker on the lid, touched it with his calloused hands, and said gratefully: "Thank you, my child, Allah will bless you!"

Amir was stunned for a moment, took out a periscope-like telescope from his arms and threw it on the roof, shouting: "Don't look up, wait for me to find a way to cover you, you are going downstairs..."

As he said that, Amir sniffed and said, "I seem to smell the mutton soup, oh, and potato beef...

P·B's chef does not use curry for this dish, but it tastes better.

They are discussing joint negotiations with P.B to pull out the 120mm mortar...

With the cover of civilians, Isis did not fall at a disadvantage in the face of government troops and mercenaries without air support. Instead, he fought several beautiful battles in succession with his familiarity with the city.

Because once you are neglected, you may be shot by those mercenaries with bad tempers. The most important thing is that the price of P·B is not too much.

The war without air support was too difficult to fight. Everyone had helicopters, but they were still waiting in line at the ports of the Persian Gulf to get ashore. It was unknown how many days it would take to transport it here. They could only beg P.B, who would take all the things to do, wherever they went.

Amir nodded vigorously and said, "No problem, no problem, let's make up now, no, let's count..."

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 car, and began to move the bodies in the car with numb eyes...

The two sides are less than 400 meters apart, and Amir can only see a rough outline...

However, even if the effect of the air bomb is discounted, the air bomb with a price of 10,000 yuan per round still needs to be fired out more than 40 times a day, just to cover the attack or retreat of those mercenaries.

Karnahan was infected, holding his hands in his chest and looking down at his palms, and muttering a few verses in his mouth.

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

The young Karnahan shook his head and said, "No, I will continue to stay in the army, I will watch Isis's men be wiped out.

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

"Fried Candy" got up decisively and ran to the edge of the roof, and rode down the wooden ladder.

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

It was really a battle for one house, and those Isis's people were very tenacious and desperate.

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

Blood debt must be paid back with blood!"

If you do this, if you can roughly count the number of people leaving the city and report the name to me, I will go to your superiors and ask him to sign and admit the account.

"Fried Candy" 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 exist. Then he regretfully found that the machine gun was stuck...

"Sniper, look for cover..."

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

"Fried Candy" didn't believe this, he just thought Amir was poor, a man in his sixties, and wanted to fight, which made this cook who grew up under the Red Banner very uncomfortable.

This is an additional service for P·B. When we get familiar with the road conditions in the future, as long as your superiors are willing to sign and add money, it is not impossible for us to go to the city to deliver meals."

Amir knew at a glance that the city was in a bad condition. This was the second batch of bodies he had seen in the past three days.

Just as he landed, a familiar voice rang in the communicator...

Seeing the P·B logo sprayed on the car door, Amir smiled...

It doesn't matter if he 'fried candy'. He climbed up to the top of the building along a simple wooden ladder, squatted behind a row of half-person-high bunkers, staring at the direction of Mosul with his old machine guns.

Although this price has caused major mercenary companies to complain, the mercenaries who participated in the war in front are not rude at all, and the guys in charge of signing money in the rear dare not neglect them.

"Fried Candy" has not been added for a long time to P.B, but he has experienced two places in Libya and Iraq, and has completely lost a sense of awe of these so-called world-class mercenaries.

Kanahan, you can't stay in the army all your life. If you have the chance, go to school and your life will continue...

"Helicopters are 20,000 per order, Hellfires are 100,000 per order, and machine gunners cover 5,000 per person."

Looking at Amir who was running over, "Fried Candy" took out a brand new military lunch box and handed it to Amir, saying, "I said I have never used it before. I'll get one more, and I'll give it to you."

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

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

No matter how awesome your resume is and how high your asking price is, you can cry and cry for your parents when you enter Mosul.

Young people in China generally do not adapt to the thanks from the elderly. He waved his hand and said, "Today we made mutton soup, scallion pancakes and potatoes and beef, and vegetables will not arrive in the next two days, so you will just do it.

As he said "fried candy", he found through the periscope that many people appeared in several factories on the edge of the city of Mosul...

As he said, "Fried Candy" quickly crawled to the side, approached the edge of the roof and shouted to Amir who rushed out from below, "Everyone enters the house, everyone enters the house, there are masters..."

Just as the old man began to be a little anxious and wanted to risk shooting to attract attention, a helicopter suddenly came from the sky...

There is no hurry to ‘fried candy’, but Amir downstairs is a little anxious.

'groove……'

After hearing this, Amir felt that he was calling his teammates to move out the two cleaned stainless steel buckets, and took the initiative to help deliver them to the pickup truck. Then he rubbed his hands and looked at the 'fried candy' and said, "Child, can you send more food in the future?

There are also our people in the city of Mosul. Every time they want something hot, they have to come to me. We don’t have enough food.”

Amir looked back at Kanahan, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and said, "Let them stay there, someone will come to pick them up home."

He found a bottle of water to rinse his hands, then greeted several soldiers who transported the bodies and said, "Come with me, our breakfast is here..."

"Damn it, why did you push it over again while you hit it?"

After slapping Kanahan on his arm, Amir called the soldiers in the outpost to go up and help, unloaded the bodies from the car and arranged them neatly on the ground, and then covered the bodies with white cloth...

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

Just as they were restraining their bodies, an armed Hummer drove up behind him and escorted a pickup truck...

"Fried candy" didn't care about Amir's grammatical disease, he waved his hand and said, "You go to have a meal, we will stand guard for you."

He threw away the machine gun and scolded, "Fried Candy" immediately squatted down and picked up his rifle, and then he felt his helmet shake...

Just when the mercenaries were not strong enough, a "whip" sound came, and he hit the bunker on the side and exploded a small hole.

The 30 155mm self-propelled howitzers transported to the base by P·B, as well as a large number of air bombs, became life-saving straws for those mercenaries.

Hearing the call of the sentry on the rooftop, Amir rushed out and took a telescope and looked at it, then waved his hand and shouted, "Don't shoot, I know that driver, he is his own..."

"Fried Candy" picked up the periscope and tried it, then quickly climbed to the position just now, lay on the ground and slowly poked the periscope out, while observing, pressing the communicator, and said, "This is 'Fried Candy'. I met a sniper and applied for artillery fire support..."

However, after several consecutive days, the mercenary companies were still a little overwhelmed. Everyone came to make money in wars. If this continues, maybe they will have to pay for money. How can this work?

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

Titan said it could give away a set of advanced sighting and fire control systems for free. As long as P·B people change the fuze of the mortar shell, they can actually have a similar effect.

After hearing this, Amir did not continue to persuade him, but shook his head and said, "Isis is gone, and there will be other people coming out..."

When he heard the 'fried candy', he shook his head and said, "It's all based on the head, but I've already helped you get it. Your ratio is much more than other teams."

As he said, "Fried Candy", he looked at Amir's expression of disappointment or helplessness. He smashed his mouth and said, "Your commanders are stupid too. We asked them how many people there are in the city, and they can't figure it out themselves.

"Hellfire is 100,000 yuan per trip, thank you for patronizing!"

Return me the bucket I threw here last time and I'll come over the day after tomorrow."

With the call of "fried candy", four more hellfires were fired...
To be continued...