Then he saw the major coming out and looked at Gao Jun up and down, "Mr. Yuri?"

"Yes, hello."

"Major General Wells informed me to come to receive you. He is very busy now and has given me full responsibility. My name is Gary. Please come with me." After shaking hands, the major said calmly and glanced at the car.

The soldiers who came down also understood what was going on and asked the sentries to help him away so as not to be embarrassed.

Gao Jun and others followed him into the camp.

The environment inside is terrible!

You can also see wounded soldiers being left to dry, and the "Red Cross" hanging by the soldiers acting as medical staff next to them is more eye-catching than Superman's underwear. If you take a closer look, oh wow!

Richard Joe Gatling!

That was a doctor, he invented Gatlin.

Nickname: Doctor Death!

There was also a strong, off-putting odor in the air.

"Fake, I thought I came to the African plantation industry." Tonikov pinched his nose and couldn't help complaining. When Gao Jun looked over, he spread his hands, "When I was on a mission in North Africa, I

I just smelled it, and I swear, I will never go to a plantation to lie down and hide, I would rather be shot to death!"

"Does it stink that much? Man." Victor said with a smile.

"Stinker than potatoes from Siberia, no! Potatoes also smell like cherry blossoms. I've even tasted them."

Those are the tears left by the foot pot chicken.

(No, I want to laugh, but I can’t help it).

After talking, Gary led them to a warehouse, stood at the door, and pointed inside with his thumb, "Look, can that be used?"

Gao Jun stretched his head and glanced inside.

Bell 212!

The desert-colored paint has the country's abbreviation clearly written on it. A GE M197 20mm cannon on the lower abdomen flashes with a man-eating gaze, and an M2 heavy machine gun is placed on the right hatch.

This is different from the civilian Bell 212.

You know, there are always a few big toys for military use.

"Produced under license from Agusta, Italy. This hardness is almost one level higher than the ordinary version. Why didn't you use this pair of Jubails for aerial strafing just now?" Victor is a professional, which can be seen from the serial number of the armed helicopter.

Manufacturer, but…

Can you please stop asking such self-esteem-injurious questions?

Haven't you seen their expressions change?

Why else could this be?

Of course I am afraid of death!

No matter how good you are at flying in the sky, you will have no room to dodge after locking on you, especially a heavy helicopter.

Have you ever seen a slingshot masturbation?

"Let's take this fight," Gao Jun decided.

Gary took out a notebook from his arms and said, "Sign your name."

"When it's used up, send it back, and you have to pay for any damage."

"Don't worry, we are just transporting goods." Gao Jun signed his name readily.

Abdullah Yuri Adonis!

This is a name he gave himself with a regional flavor.

Gary took a look and asked someone to come over and drag Bell 212 to the open space. When the surrounding soldiers saw the armed helicopter coming out, they thought there was going to be another war. They were so scared that they hid far away and talked among themselves.

"Huabak bless you!"

Gao Jun got on the helicopter and saw Victor flipping through the manual. The corner of his eye twitched, "Aren't you a military pilot? Do you still need to read it?"

"The Soviet army does not have this model. I want to check it. Don't worry, boss, it won't crash!" Victor replied.

Are your requirements that low?

Tonikov, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, was very calm. "It would be great if there was a small bottle of vodka at this time. When my comrades and I were in Siberia, I liked to take a sip and rappel down."

"Boss, I apply to be equipped with vodka in the future..." Victor clicked the button, and the propeller began to rotate, tilting upward into the air, and then roared away.

Others drink and go to jail, the Soviets drink and fly airplanes.

During World War II, Lieutenant Kozlov of the Air Force piloted a fighter jet while drunk, and actually shot down three enemy planes by accident, which was a great achievement.

The best way to defeat the drunk Soviets is to replace the coolant with water.

It only takes a few minutes to fly from the military camp to the convoy.

In a short period of time, Gao Jun's expression changed dozens of ways. When he got off the plane, his legs were shaking and he waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need help.

Do you still want to have an image?

Looking at Taylor and others gathered around him, he rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.

"Miller's God's Armed Mercenary Group, Umbrella, Banicles, Tonikov, Bancroft, Alva and I are responsible for supporting the convoy left by Rabe, Taylor, Scottis and Victor.

."

"Boss, let me go, this battlefield is too dangerous," Scottis said upon hearing this.

"I'm not going to the battlefield. I can just hide behind and fire cold shots. I mainly go to discuss business. Why was the Rabe tribe beaten into a dog? It's not because the firepower is not strong enough. I have to sell him better weapons."

Taylor said: "That's fine if I go."

Gao Jun looked at his belly, smiled and touched it, "Are you planning to make it bulletproof? Even a 6.35mm pistol may not be able to penetrate you. You can keep it."

Fat man goes to the battlefield...

Besides being a target, what else can I be used as? (I am also fat).

"Umbrella, you and Barnacles are in charge."

Gao Jun can just leave professional matters to experts. He knows nothing about military command. If he gives casual orders, people will die!

There is enough room for 12 people in total.

Taylor and others watched Bell 212 take off.

…

"Our plan is very simple. We will land outside the battlefield and provide helicopter aerial fire support. Miller, you and Barnicles will be in a group, and the others will follow me. Boss..." Umbrella had a headache.

"I will follow you." Gao Jun gritted his teeth and said bravely.

Are you being disliked?

In fact, war is a very professional thing. Of course, if you insist on talking about African infantry, they have shot more bullets than many people. At least they know how to hide.

How many ordinary people have participated in the war?

The bullet streaked overhead.

Being able to avoid peeing your pants is already very brave.

Life, you cannot control it in the next second, everything seems to be destined!

Arms dealers are essentially businessmen!

Not Ultraman.

Have you ever seen Guzman from Mexico go up to fight with someone in person?

Maybe I did it when I was young, but then I gained some status, and at most I was an atmosphere group.

But Gao Jun didn't want to be a burden, at least he needed some help. He wasn't ready to stop and rest yet.

There will be more of this kind of thing in the future.

When Umbrella saw what her boss said, she looked at Banicles in surprise. They wanted to persuade her again, but Gao Jun was firm, so they had no choice but to agree.

The maximum speed of the Bell 212 is 185 kilometers per hour. Its best function is that it can directly cross some sand dunes and unnecessary obstacles.

About 40 minutes later, gunshots and distant clutter could be heard.

The helicopter dropped everyone down, Alva served as air support firepower, and the operator of the M2 heavy machine gun on the side door was a member of God's Armed Forces.

This location…

The mortality rate is relatively high.

In the Vietnam War, the U.S. military destroyed more than 2,000 Bell U1s. The pilots died almost as much as the planes. There were about 6,000 firemen, and the total number of sorties was only 10,000.

Most of them died because the pilots fell off while operating.

Reckless driver kills someone!

This is called changing lanes at will.
To be continued...