Battlefield Contractor

Turimo's dirty and chaotic streets are full of turbulence. Baidu search: Many black men in military uniforms are sitting in the jeep passing by. These people looked nervously holding the weapons in their hands, and the sound of guns faintly heard from a long distance. It was the exchange of fire between several neighboring autonomous prefectures.

In this country, such crossfire and friction happen from time to time. There is only one way for General Wallman to maintain order, and that is to catch and shoot whoever causes the chaos.

In a corner of a street, several civilians were kneeling there with their hands tied. Several other black soldiers who looked like soldiers made a loud noise there, as if they were telling a few people's guilt, followed by a series of gunfire. Lin Rui tried to force himself not to watch, but the gunshot still echoed in his ears.

This is Turimo, full of primal turbulent tension and brutal slaughter suppression. There is no law, no rules. General Wallman’s words are laws and rules. He can make people live and die. A word can make countless people on this land fall to the ground.

Lin Rui couldn't help sighing, and took a cigarette.

"Why, some can't stand it anymore, right?" Jiang An whispered.

"I have long passed the age of questioning the correctness of actions, and I have long been accustomed to the days of working for money. But it is still difficult for me to agree with such a guy. This guy is a cold-blooded warlord, a **** executioner. "Crazy Horse shrugged.

"From another perspective, if it weren't for this general Wolman, I'm afraid this land would be more peaceful." Jiang An said indifferently. Although he brutally suppressed these people, he did not drive them to the battlefield. So these old-school warlords still have a bottom line. As for the newly emerging warlords, they are the real demon kings, much harder than the old fellows like Walman. "

Crazy Horse was speechless for a while, shook his head and said, "Africa, it's crazy."

"It's not Africa, it's the human heart. Especially these warlords who hold local power. In this place, the power of the warlords changes one after another. The new warlords defeat the old warlords, and soon they themselves are defeated. So every one Everyone knows that they can’t hold power for too long. So after they came to power, they began to press desperately. Until they were defeated, another warlord started a new round of crushing. Repeatedly, there is no end, it’s like a repeating spell with no end. "Lin Rui shook his head.

The others were also silent.

Their motorcade followed General Wallman's guard and entered General Wallman's residence. It was originally the property of a manor in the colonial period. It was forcibly requisitioned by General Wallman after the war. It used to be the presidential palace for a period of time, and then it was announced that the presidential system was cancelled. A lot of Turimo history takes place here.

The entire mansion was decorated in an extremely luxurious way, and even the porch was inlaid with gold ornaments. The ground is covered with huge animal skins, and two decorative ivory stands on either side of the seat, taller than a person's height. General Wolman sat there, like an emperor sitting on his throne. Sitting below were all his officers.

"Those damned guys are already working on us." A black officer shouted, "They are planning an attack on us. We must get ahead of them. We must carry out a resolute armed attack on the southern autonomous states. , We will never tolerate betrayal."

"But those militants are not recognized as armed by those states. They are just a group of guerrillas. If we rashly act on the southern states now, we tore up the peace treaty ourselves. This will cause the entire Turimo to be dragged into it. In the midst of war. And our flagrant violation of the treaty will be used as an excuse, and the blue helmets of the Security Council will intervene. The war appears to be detrimental to us.” Another officer objected.

"I think the current situation is still unclear, and we should continue to observe the situation." Someone nodded.

"If you continue to observe, it will be too late. This is a life-and-death war, not a politics that is coming and going! Every step of the initiative will affect the whole battle! Gentlemen, everything you are acting now is like those White. What about your spirit as tribal warriors?" a young officer said loudly. "We must fight!"

General Wallman said slowly, "Courage can never be seen, what we see is only the appearance, and courage is only in our hearts. I understand that the current situation is critical, but it is far from the point of collapse. We still have control. With the army, and the army is twice as strong as the southern states."

"But a lot of evidence shows that they are not just a group of extremists, they also have a large number of international mercenaries who are well-trained and well-equipped. These people should be supported by foreign consortia and have a lot of resources. We have a lot of resources. It doesn't have any advantage." An officer frowned, "And the more we drag on, the more difficult it will be for us."

"Even if they have mercenaries participating in the war, don’t be nervous. I have a military cooperation agreement with the International Mercenary Alliance. They are currently the largest international mercenary organization with more than 30 military resource companies. Once we get into war, they Will lead his troops into the battlefield within a week.

The Black Island company alone has nearly four to five thousand people in Africa, plus the resources of other companies. If I need them, they can invest tens of thousands of troops at any time, which is enough to help us deal with any military crisis. "General Wallman said solemnly.

"God, a tens of thousands of troops?" an officer said in surprise.

"Yes, this is the maximum limit stipulated in the military security contract that I signed with them. With such strong support, we don't need to be so nervous. The current situation, the armed forces of these extremists are waiting for us and Conflicts arise between the southern states. Then they will profit from the chaos and compete for territory." General Wallman shrugged.

"General, can you be so sure that we don't need to preemptively?" an officer hesitated.

"There are many examples of this! Many places in Syria, Iraq, and Jordan were taken advantage of by extremists because of civil strife." Doubts. But you must remain calm about the final battle with the southern states."

"But General!" an officer couldn't help but said, "We are like this..."

Wallman raised his hand and shot him directly, "I have already said that I will suppress all opponents and doubters. Is anyone else questioning my decision?" No one questioned, everyone did. No longer question, nor dare to question.

The corpse was carried down, the blood on the carpet was terrifying, and the indifferent and calm eyes of this elderly black man made everyone tremble even more.