King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 487 - 470: Extralegal Camp

The Foreign Legion’s camp was right next to the church in Sangha Town. From the moment Joe Ga received the logistics contract from the Foreign Legion, the boss of the ’Giant Construction Company,’ Old Zhu, brought his people over. It only took two days to set up the Foreign Legion barracks.

It wasn’t a complicated task, just Old Zhu moving the container houses built for his laborers, lifting them with cranes according to the blueprint, and setting them in the right places where they hung suspended, and that was that.

These container houses were mass-customized by Old Zhu himself in China.

Not sure how much it cost, but one container house could sleep six people, equipped with solar panels on the roof and a water tank, covering the basic needs for electricity and washing water. The only slight hassle was dumping the sewage bucket daily.

The moment these things came out, they became hugely popular in the villages of Central Africa, as the lowest-grade Central Africa assembly version only cost 300 US dollars each—far better than the local mud houses, right?

Now, around the Sangha Town construction sites, these kinds of houses were everywhere, mainly housing for laborers.

Old Zhu was particularly good at dealing with people. After using them, he didn’t take the houses back but rewarded them to the best-performing workers, and even covered the transportation costs to send the houses back to the workers’ homes.

This practice earned ’Giant Construction Company’ a superb reputation in Central Africa.

With the same salary, workers under Old Zhu worked much harder than workers from other places.

It was said that Old Zhu was trying to develop fiberglass houses to promote them across Central Afrika and was currently importing equipment and technology.

Joe Ga didn’t bother with these details, knowing that any clever person in Sangha Town could make a fortune.

With Old Zhu leading by example, it was only a matter of time before ingenious locals would step forward, even if just to make some nuts and bolts, and benefit from being part of the supply chain.

When Joe Ga arrived, a group of Foreign Legion soldiers were having their meal…

They were received by ’Comet’ and a Foreign Legion major commanding officer.

’Comet’ had an ill-omened ghostly face, but Colonel Kongde, who had not been there long, seemed very enthusiastic, especially towards Princess Amina.

Several of Old Zhu’s apprentices, all from Xiao Hei, had set up a large stove under a simple shelter.

The modified ’rocket stove’, although fueled by wood, still blazed with a powerful flame.

A tall, sturdy Xiao Hei manipulated a sapper shovel, sweating profusely as he stirred the vegetables in the huge pot. The food smelled incredibly enticing due to the heavy use of oil and seasonings, though Joe Ga didn’t yet know how it tasted.

Sometimes Joe Ga joked that this group of cooks might actually be the most successful product of P·B, as they were welcomed everywhere they went.

The United State Army in Niger, such a fussy group, was now thoroughly convinced; their only request was to rotate the cooks each month or to change the menu, with the Rangers willing to pay extra for that.

That was because the skills of these Xiao Hei cooks were limited; Old Zhu instructed with all his heart, but there was nothing he could do about a slow apprentice.

The dire conditions in Afrika limited the Xiao Heis’ imagination about food.

It was simply a matter of talent; Old Zhu managing to teach them four dishes and a soup was already quite an achievement.

To showcase P·B’s capabilities on camera and incidentally promote Chinese culture, Joe Ga led Princess Amina to the open-air canteen, where they each took a meal tray, ready to share the hardships with a group of Foreign Legion soldiers.

Four dishes and a soup, two servings of meat and two of vegetables were enough to fill anyone’s stomach!

There wasn’t the kind of drool-inducing sci-fi spectacle one might fantasize about, but because they were generous with the oil and used the right ingredients, the soldiers of the Foreign Legion really relished their meal, and the calories were definitely substantial.

Especially when the dishes just came out of the pot, the wafting aroma could make one eat an extra half-bowl.

When it was Joe Ga’s turn, he scooped himself half a tray of rice, then ladled on a thick sauce from the braised pork and scooped up some of the meat along with a little bit of greens.

Joe Ga’s eating method made a few soldiers who had served themselves earlier pause, and then they began to find their own pita bread somewhat less appealing.

Rice was a luxury in Afrika, and Joe Ga thought by providing it to the Foreign Legion soldiers he was catering to their tastes, but it turned out the group wasn’t used to eating it.

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Princess Amina also scooped up some rice, smiling, and skipped the greasy-looking braised pork in favor of some uniquely prepared scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Colonel Kongde led her to the officers’ area.

With cameras all around, there really wasn’t much to talk about. Joe Ga just chowed down on his food and expertly pulled out a few packets of homemade Golden Leaf cigarettes from Sangha Town, tossing them to a group of Foreign Legion men, which elicited a wave of compliments.

This was a secret trick taught to Joe Ga by Old Zhu, who said that cigarettes were a solid way to make friends in any military, especially effective with foreigners because their salaries were indeed low, and European cigarettes were really expensive.

After trying it out, Joe Ga found that it really worked wonderfully. The initially uneasy group of Foreign Legion men instantly brightened up and had nothing but praises for P·B.

Everyone was a mercenary, and the Foreign Legion just had the advantage of a French passport. A high EQ guy like Boss Joe, waving around his "injured" arm, easily got along with these low-spirited guys, and the effect was even better than their own leader’s pep talks in meetings.

The meal wasn’t even finished yet when a group of men were thumping their chests, loudly declaring that they would take charge of the princess’s safety, that anyone who troubled the princess would have to step over their dead bodies...

Gino stared with eyes wide at the forceful demeanor of boss Qiao, his eyes filled with envy.

This kid, having grown up in a gang’s territory, harbored a dream of becoming a big boss himself, and now, Boss Qiao was his top idol.

Watching his idol engage in conversation without even having a sip of water, Gino’s eyes darted around before he sneakily ran off to the canteen where Xiao Hei and a few others were, swiftly talking them into handing over the hidden Erguotou liquor...

Joe Ga saw Gino with two large plastic bottles, wandering in front of some Eastern European men and catching their attention, yet he did not stop the bucktoothed kid from messing around.

Consoling, after all, was about livening things up, and drinking in the camp didn’t require him to be put in solitary confinement.

It wasn’t until ’Comet’ couldn’t stand it anymore that he pulled Colonel Kongde, who couldn’t move after seeing the princess, aside and whispered a few words into his ear.

Reluctantly ending his dinner with the princess, Colonel Kongde dispersed the group of merry soldiers, pretending not to see that they had secretly consumed Gino’s supplied "liquor," and invited Joe Ga and his group to his office.

The office was set up inside a church, and because there were no media following them, ’Comet’ somewhat rudely interrupted Colonel Kongde’s continued courting of the princess and, once everyone was seated, immediately said, "The situation in the jungle is not good. We need to come up with a plan."

Joe Ga, smiling, looked at ’Comet’ and said, "Discuss with me? Unnecessary. The P·B will fully cooperate with the Foreign Legion to encircle those mercenaries.

Have we been lacking in some area before?"

’Comet’, looking at the sincere expression on Joe Ga’s face, sighed and said, "Hu Lang, we’ve fought together. Can we not speak these empty words?

The first batch of the Foreign Legion suffered heavy casualties in the jungle, and although two hundred men arrived in the second batch, we both know that these two hundred men sprinkled into the jungle hardly make any difference.

To encircle the ’Ghosts,’ we need many more soldiers to work together."

Joe Ga looked at ’Comet’s frustrated face and laughingly said, "You mean to say, you want P·B to send troops to cooperate, right?

No problem, our special forces are almost all injured, the main troops are still stationed up North, but if you need us, I will deploy personnel to join you in the jungle.

However, you should be aware of my personality; once we deploy ground forces, then about the command..."

"We don’t need..."

Colonel Kongde, with an unpleasant expression, gave ’Comet’ a sharp glance and decisively said, "The Ghosts currently have only about forty men. With P·B’s air support, we can completely handle them on our own.

This is our purpose here!"

’Comet’ felt like punching this idiot!

The Foreign Legion is not an extraterrestrial force; they are not familiar with the jungles of Central Africa, and their training and tactical skills are also inferior to those of the Ghosts’ mercenaries.

Even with the assistance of the air force, even if the P·B’s air force’s response is more timely than that of the United States’, the Foreign Legion still cannot dominate in jungle terrain.

He understood Joe Ga well and knew Boss Qiao’s character.

In Niger, Boss Qiao had collaborated with special forces from the US and France, assertively taking command and earning respect on-site.

’Comet’, in the past week, had seen off several soldiers from the Foreign Legion, and by now, he had no desire to entangle with the Ghosts’ mercenaries.

The best tactic was to use aerial superiority, followed by a large military group to encircle them.

No need for elite troops; just a thousand men could wholly annihilate the Ghosts.

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And at this moment in Central Africa, only Joe Ga had the capability to mobilize so many men!

As far as ’Comet’ was concerned, what did it matter if the command was given to P·B?

They had more men, more planes, more artillery; why should he care about face on his end?

’Comet’ was a man of honor; if the troops stationed here were the French Naval Infantry’s First Paratrooper Regiment, his comrades, then ’Comet’ would not hesitate to go into the jungle and fight the ’Ghosts’ to the death.

But his current role was that of a liaison officer; he couldn’t join the battle, and he knew well that this 200-man contingent of the Foreign Legion was not the most elite portion. Thus, naturally switching roles, his thinking consequently changed too.

Most importantly, he knew that Colonel Kongde and the others were not concerned with military honor but rather with saving face, especially in front of the media.

Having experienced fighting under media scrutiny for the first time, ’Comet’ felt as miserable as if he was eating shit every day.