Battlefield Contractor

When he came to the training base in Africa, Lin Rui was a little bit emotional about the desolation and desolation here.

A group of black buddies were running shirtless, mostly with big heads but thin bodies. Lin Rui frowned, "Is this the new person we hired?"

Black Panther Goulei nodded, "This is just a part, there is another camp. We give priority to recruiting soldiers with combat experience."

"It's also called combat experience? Who taught them to take a gun like this?" Jason looked at a black man raising a gun and shooting. He has a very strange posture, holding the gun in both hands, raising it horizontally to shoot.

Gure was a little helpless and shrugged, "Most of them come from nearby guerrilla forces, with combat experience, but no systematic training. With the prevalence of black African witch doctors, the locals believe that witch doctors can not only cure diseases, but also Basically, they are responsive. So the locals will go to the witch doctor for everything.

This creates a social phenomenon in which they do not believe in or understand science at all. They are more inclined to use witchcraft to explain everything. For example, Ebola is caused by the curse of white people in the medical station.

They generally believe that the gun is also a type of white witchcraft. As long as the gun is pointed in the general direction, the bullet will fly over and kill the target. The people who trained them to use guns think so too. So aiming is not important, and many people don’t even know what aiming is.

Lin Rui said strangely, "Even if you understand the gun as witchcraft, just shoot in the general direction. But in fact, it's hard to hit if you don't aim. If you can't hit it, these black people will not suspect that it is because they use a gun. Is it caused by incorrect method?"

Zhao Jianfei mocked, "Not at all. They would think that the other party had been put on a bulletproof week by a wizard. They would only come up with some strange ways to break the curse. For example, as long as you sacrifice a goat and dipped a cloth with sheep’s blood Tied to your gun, you can definitely kill your target with one shot: whether he buys himself a bulletproof spell or not, and whether you aim or not.

Others insist that before shooting at the enemy, pour a handful of dry sand into the muzzle to ensure that you can blow the opponent with one shot. Yes, you heard it right, it's sand! Fill the gun! Also poured in with faith! This caused problems with the barrel and blast wounds, so many people just raised their guns like this, with their hands raised above their heads, so as not to injure themselves. "

Lin Rui smiled bitterly, "The gunpowder residue in the barrel can't even be cleaned. They still pour sand. It looks like this group of people can do anything other than aim well."

"Actually, this man is not entirely because of witchcraft. He really fought for a few days. Experts shoot, and laymen listen to the sound. Generally, untrained people like to shoot continuous shooting. When continuous shooting, the muzzle jumps seriously. According to the gun is not standard, let’s not say it. The buddy wondered, when the enemy is surrounded, the muzzle jumps vertically is useless. When the enemy is surrounded, the range attack is automatically swept. But the problem is again. Chest shooting, the shell will pop on the face, so the solution is to lift it above the head." Black Panther Gure said with a little amusement, "It is said that such a trendy shooting posture was taught by their guerrilla instructors. It is not a day or two to change. Things can only happen slowly."

Lin Rui stared at him and shook his head, "No wonder I heard that there had been a day of fierce fighting between the two sides, a strange battle with no casualties. It is no wonder that the fighting strength of the mercenaries in Africa has overwhelmed the regular army. I just feel that your training is a long way to go.

"That's not necessarily true. This group of people is still very effective in training. Besides, I also found two experts to point them." Black Panther Gulei shrugged to Lin Rui, "It's the two over there. Brits, their skills are very good."

While talking, there was a loud noise at the door, and Lin Rui and others walked over in a strange way. There was a crowd of people at the door, and the guard saw the Black Panther Gulei coming out and quickly explained to him. "These are here to sign up for mercenaries."

"Just them?" Gu Lei frowned. "Take them to a physical examination to check if they are sick. Then hand them to the instructors. They decide who should stay."

"Yes, sir, I said the same. But they insisted that even this child be accepted." The guard said helplessly.

"Child?" Lin Rui turned his head and saw the thin boy behind the young man. This child is only eleven or twelve years old at most, and he is very thin, so he looks very big.

"Who is this child from you?" Lin Rui frowned.

"He is my brother. He is smart and strong. He can shoot and even kill. Sir, take him! He eats very little, and you will need him." The black youth said hopefully.

"We are not a warlord leader, but a formal company. We will give you legally valid contracts. This is a job and a profession. But sorry, we don't do charity." Black Panther Gulei slowly said, "With He will go home."

"But sir, our parents are dead. If I become a mercenary, he will starve to death alone, and he will not be able to feed himself." The black youth almost pleaded.

"But at least he can die at home, and the mercenary doesn't know where he will die?" Lin Rui shook his head. "We will never hire child soldiers."

"Sir, young age is not a problem. He can kill people. He will use a gun. Come over and tell this gentleman that you have used a gun. And you have killed people, hurry up." The young black man hurriedly said to the child behind him.

Seeing this child’s curious and fearful eyes, Lin Rui couldn’t bear it anymore, turned around and pushed the young man against the wall, drew the gun and pointed at his head, “Do you want this child to go to the battlefield, you know the battlefield” What is it like? He will die like a dog, worthless. We are the same, but we are adults, we can be responsible for our actions, and we can bear the consequences of our actions. But this is a child! He is still your brother!!!"

"I came to be a mercenary soldier if I couldn't survive. But if I leave, my brother won't survive." The young black man cried in despair.

Lin Rui put away the gun and pushed him away, "Take this kid away, don't let me see you again."

"But sir..." The black youth wanted to say something more.

Lin Rui interrupted him, "Live well, stop thinking about being a mercenary. Even for this kid." Lin Rui thought for a while, and gave him the money in his wallet. "Take the money and go. It's fine to find any job. Don't come back."

Black Panther Gulei watched the two brothers go, and sighed, "Maybe they leave here, or they will go to a certain warlord armed forces. To survive, they can only do this, and we can't save them. They. This is Africa."

Lin Rui was silent for a while, and suddenly kicked to the ground, "This is a **** world."

"Maybe the world shouldn't die, it's just us." Gulei patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.