King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga was seriously regretting; he felt that he should not have ordered the four squads, including the 'Ferryman,' to turn back but should have continued chasing the armored group.

He never expected that their target would actually be the 'Professor'!

For a long time, most people knew about P·B's cooperative relationship with Yuginebert Company, but no one knew that Joe Ga only listened to the 'Professor.'

Their cooperation had been confined to Africa, a region the 'Professor' was responsible for, and with Joe Ga's backing, no one could touch him.

However, because P·B entered Iraq, they intruded into the turf of their peers and even colleagues, affecting others' interests.

The people from the armored group were cunning; they had realized that P·B's source of logistic weapons came from the 'Professor'...

Passing through Turkey and assaulting the 'Professor' in Syrian territory, what they destroyed was a transport aircraft managed by Yuginebert Company for delivering arms to the Kurdish Democratic Forces, using America's 'Stinger'...

If Joe Ga hadn't known the origin of 'Stinger,' he would definitely think the Turkish were behind it, and once relations soured, his plan for the Iraqi humanitarian corridor would be compromised.

Critically, without the 'Professor's' supply of arms, P·B's operations would become exponentially more challenging, and this would change Joe Boss's 'non-greed' as costs rose.

If the 'Professor' were killed, the armored group, interested in meddling in the Iraqi oil business, could at least minimize the cost disparity with P·B in the worst-case scenario.

Unfortunately, they didn't quite grasp what Joe Boss wanted, so the competition they embarked on was misplaced and would only bring endless hatred.

But everyone had to admit that these damn Brits had a deep-seated talent for stirring shit.

Now, with the transport aircraft shot down in ISIS-controlled territory, Joe Ga had to set out on a rescue mission, which provided an opportunity for the people from the armored group.

The sudden mobilization of P·B startled everyone at the base...

Six Nora 155mm self-propelled howitzers from Sokoy, in five minutes, completed readiness; six ammunition vehicles were loaded and on standby.

Fifteen self-propelled mortars from China immediately assembled in position, followed by four fully loaded ammunition trucks.

One hundred P·B artillerymen, fifty Xiao Hei soldiers, and a fifty-person culinary troops team.

Together with the 'Ferryman,' 'Goat,' 'Hammer,' and four accompanying special forces teams, plus two hundred Kurdish militia and two hundred members of the 'Sea Hound' who had been operating on the periphery, were ready within four hours.

Over one hundred various military armored vehicles and off-road vehicles, plus over fifty military trucks, equipped with self-propelled cannons, self-propelled mortars, and even four Avenger air defense systems.

No other force in Iraq could pull together such a rapid mobile troop!

Two Griffin-1 aircraft, always stationed at Baghdad Air Force Base, smoothly landed on the simple concrete of the base.

The base's air service personnel, responsible for the helicopters, quickly dragged the aircraft into the hangar, started to load them with Blue Sword 7 missiles, and refilled them with fuel, ready to deploy at any moment to cover their boss's operation.

This time, Joe Ga intended not only to deploy these people and resources along the Iraqi border but also to establish a solid military base to provide cover while decisively freeing the final point of the humanitarian corridor.

He had wanted to take it slow, but now he didn't want to wait anymore.

Where did all these logically smooth good fortunes come from, I have the big guns, I have the 'truth.'

The old man was going to save his friends, anyone else could fend for themselves...

This level of mobilization alarmed the Iraqis and the mercenaries.

These people, fed by Joe Boss's generosity, aimed to survive in Mosul, a meat grinder of a place. Should anything go wrong with P·B, they would be the first to suffer.

But when they found P·B's headquarters, they discovered Joe Boss had already left, leaving behind only a group of technical officers and the beloved 'Owl.' managing the base affairs.

These people were somewhat unsure of how to proceed, but Solon stepped up, leading the kitchen staff in a well-organized manner to handle the logistics tasks around Mosul.

When they noticed that the logistical system of the base seemed largely unaffected, with artillery still present, the remaining twenty-four large-caliber howitzers ready to respond when needed, and helicopters still available for deployment to any required location...

With the boss gone, those left by P·B became somewhat silent and aloof, but this did not impact their work...

Only when they confirmed that the base operations were not too disturbed did most of them start to feel more settled.

Now, the Mosul base had a systemized feel with the arrival of unmanned airships.

The mercenaries began to take their warfare duties seriously, setting out for patrols on schedule, clocking in, and taking photos.

Joe Ga was truly the glue holding everything together; he had the ability, amid various parties with different intentions, to align everyone more or less on the same track, reducing much unnecessary internal consumption.

Now in Mosul, apart from various contentious issues lacking a decisive peacemaker, other matters could proceed as usual as long as no accidents occurred.

............

Meanwhile, Joe Ga and the members of SEAL Team Six had already taken a helicopter to Baghdad Air Force Base.

Team A nine men, Hu Lang, Dragon Gecko, Devil Bird, Elephant, King Kong, Kitten, Dr. Bird, along with Menon and Kuba, two out-of-staff youngsters.

Team B eight men, Vanguard, Tailor, Hemostat, Water Snake, Chainsaw, Torch, Crowbar, Impact.

Jazz Squad consisted of six members: Crow, Executioner, Key, Ghost Head, Straw, and Soap.

Along with two Kurdish guides selected by Antar, these 25 people formed a rescue team.

Their destination was different from those who had departed from the Mosul Base...

The larger group from the Mosul Base was headed to a border location 45 kilometers north of the Iraqi border city of Sinjar, with the aim of establishing a base to welcome their boss on his return.

Joe Ga and his team were set to parachute directly near the crash site of the 'Professor,' bypassing potential obstacles on the ground for an extreme rescue amidst thousands of troops.

When Joe Ga disembarked from the helicopter, he saw that the C130 was already prepared in the distance.

Due to the limited length of the cargo hold, after meticulous calculations, the Seville ground crew led by bespectacled Andre somehow managed to stack eight Polaris all-terrain vehicles, stripped down to nearly just engines and wheels, two by two, tied them with Hummer parachutes, and forcefully stuffed them into the hold.

Looking at the remaining space inside, Joe Ga guessed it should be enough to squeeze in their 13 SEALs with some space to spare.

Joe Ga was very satisfied with Andre's work attitude since he not only filled the C130's cargo but also borrowed a reconnaissance transport plane from Iraq for Joe Ga and his team to parachute, and had also prepared two L159s for escort.

The SEALs Team Six and those prisoner soldiers would parachute from the C130 at another location to carry out their own missions.

Joe Ga and his team would perform an equipment and personnel airdrop on the plains of northeastern Syria.

The 'Professor's' incident affected not only Joe Ga; the SEALs also faced bad luck. Before Joe Ga could rescue the 'Professor,' they wouldn't receive any aerial support and could only rely on themselves.

Chris hurried from Basra to Baghdad and now stood next to Steven, looking very worried.

Seeing Joe Ga disembark from the helicopter, Chris ran up to him, shouting over the noise of the helicopter, "Do you really have to go yourself? Why can't you send someone else?"

Joe Ga glanced at Chris and shouted, "The 'Professor' is my friend, and so are you...

If you were in such a crisis, what would you think?"

Chris was momentarily stunned, then after muttering a few words to himself, he chased Joe Ga out of the helicopter's noise range and said, "I'm heading to Mosul by helicopter soon. Is there anything you want me to handle?

God help me not encounter terrorists…"

Joe Ga looked at Chris scornfully and said, "What, now that you've made some money, you've become afraid of dying?

This damn job is exactly what you're supposed to do. What are you doing getting yourself stuck in the south?

Take this opportunity to move enough supplies over there...

My men are already heading north, this time just set up the end of the humanitarian corridor."

As Joe Ga looked at the troubled expression on Chris's face, he said, "What? Do you have a problem?"

Chris shook his head and replied, "What could be the problem? It's just a higher transportation cost.

Hu Lang, you need to be extra careful where you're going, it's all mixed up with Americans, Turks, ISIS, Kurds, and a bunch of other unruly bandits."

Chris pointed to Steven coming over and said with a grave expression, "Steven has been in touch with the commanders of the United State Army, who have made it clear that they will not participate in your rescue operation, nor will they endorse your cross-border action.

This means the American troops in northern Syria cannot provide you with assistance...

I've contacted the Kurdish Democratic Forces within Syria. They've promised to provide some assistance.

I've sent you the coordinates of their camp, if you encounter trouble, go find them for help."

Joe Ga was very pleased with Chris's attitude and his rarely shown efficiency...

Patting the guy on the shoulder, Joe Ga nodded and said, "That's enough..."

Then Joe Ga looked at Steven approaching and said, "Do me a favor and inform the Iraqi Government; I need a military base in the Iraq-Syria border area.

You all know my purpose here, and that will be my last stop in Iraq.

Once that's established, I'll thoroughly clean up ISIS from the transport lines, and the dangerous elements around the borders of the two countries.

Buddy, I need Iraq's authorization, and a clear safe zone declaration from the United Nations."

Steven nodded and replied, "I'll handle these matters. Princess Amina has already gone to the United Nations Headquarters in New York. Eric will meet her there and assist her with the proceedings.

I have rallied all my contacts, and some media will respond to Princess Amina's call.

Princess Charlene is also in action, with many organizations in Europe participating in Syrian humanitarian aid efforts; they will respond in kind.

Hu Lang, this was slightly rushed, but we can manage it!"

With a smile, Steven said, "You wouldn't believe it, but if you need it and are willing to provide enough arms and supplies, those female volunteers from Europe within Syria can gather to help you."