King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 895 - 806: We Won't Leave

Joe Ga readily chose to 'obey'...

The situation settled with 'Ant Eater' turning the battlefield into a mess and after intense fighting was over, all that was left was mopping up the scattered enemies.

For a boss to snatch such tasks from his subordinates, he was surely adding to the chaos!

Moving swiftly through the chaotic area, Joe Ga was taken aback when he entered the room that served as the last line of defense.

While there weren't too many wounded, most of them were rendered immobile.

'Bullhorn' had taken an RPG hit which had caused severe internal bleeding, and at that moment, he had fallen into a coma.

'Bomberman' had his face completely disfigured; when Joe Ga saw him, he was worried that 'Bomberman's' eyes would fall out of their sockets.

'Water Ghost' had broken his ankle after jumping from a height.

'Crowbar' had his thigh hit by flying debris from an explosion, tearing open some of his muscles.

Both Goat Squad and Jazz Squad had one member injured each, both with leg shots that took away their ability to move.

Apart from these severely wounded, Sanderson and the others had already retreated back to this house because they couldn't keep up with the pace of the confusion.

They had been in combat almost non-stop from morning until now, nearly ten hours without rest, draining their strength, and light wounds here and there had left them exhausted.

The unlucky, spirited guy Kuba had only been on the scene for a short while before an RPG blast gave him a concussion. At this moment, he was leaning against the wall, trying to walk...

This guy now was like a drunk who refused to admit defeat, incapable of walking in a straight line no matter how hard he tried.

After realizing his own problem, Kuba kept desperately slapping his face...

Joe Ga walked over, slapped him on the head, and scolded, "Your goddamn brain is fried, just a little shake-up, you won't die from it, just rest for a few days and you'll recover."

As he spoke, Joe Ga put down his backpack, took out the ammunition from inside, and spread it on the floor, piling it up with the ammo 'Ant Eater' and the others had brought up earlier.

Then, he went around greeting the injured soldiers, comforting the seriously wounded, making fun of those with lighter injuries, and finally squatting beside 'Bullhorn'.

Looking at this guy's belly with the improperly closed wound, Joe Ga asked 'Water Ghost' beside him, "How is he holding up?"

'Water Ghost' reached out and fiddled with 'Bullhorn's' face, saying, "Hemostat has done good work, and the medics say he won't die for now.

This bastard has a tough life; people like him tend to live long!"

Although the Dane 'Water Ghost' seemed disgusted, Joe Ga heard concern in his voice.

Patting 'Water Ghost' on the arm, Joe Ga nodded and said, "Stay with him, our helicopters will arrive soon."

Upon hearing this, 'Water Ghost' looked back at the sixty-odd women and children huddled in a corner, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir, what about them?

Can we cover their evacuation?"

Joe Ga glanced at those people and slightly shook his head, saying, "The wounded will evacuate with them, all able-bodied personnel stay behind.

Those guys want me, so I'll drag them down here...

I've taken a big contract from the Americans; I have to fulfill it, right?"

When 'Water Ghost' heard this, he was shocked and said, "Boss, this isn't right, you can go back first. As long as you show up back there, the pressure on the people who stay will be less."

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "There are only 6 Black Hawks, and that includes the crew members. They can barely take 80 people away, any more and they could be in danger in the air; if fewer stay, it's more dangerous..."

Continuing, Joe Ga patted 'Water Ghost' on the arm, smiling and saying, "You guys are with me; I can't just abandon you to your fates.

It's good this way, evacuating those of you who are injured first and leaving those who can run and jump.

We'll wage a war of attrition here!

This bunch doesn't have a steady supply of heavy weapons; they can't fight the way we do.

If we can obliterate ISIS's main force in Syria right here, not only would I complete my mission, but I could also relieve some pressure on Mosul.

If you feel uneasy about it, then go help out in the command post of the safe zone.

We have eyes in the sky, plenty of fighter jets. As long as the air force can ensure ISIS's artillery can't hit us, we are safe.

As long as the artillery can keep up with us from the rear, our safety is even more guaranteed."

'Water Ghost,' looking into Joe Ga's clear eyes, fell silent for a long time before saying, "Sir, it's an honor to be a part of P·B..."

Then 'Water Ghost' glanced at those Berbers and suddenly said with a smile, "We are doing what soldiers are supposed to do!"

Joe Ga smiled and patted 'Water Ghost' on the shoulder, stood up, and said, "We may make a living with guns, but we can still be the guardians of a good life!"

Seeing 'Water Ghost' so thrilled he looked ready to jump, Sanderson sighed, walked over to Hemostat, and said, "Keep it down, take care of the wound on my arm.

If the boss isn't leaving, then I'm staying too!"

After a moment of silence, Hemostat nodded and said, "I must follow 'Bullhorn' and assist the doctors in his surgery.

You don't need to fight so stubbornly, moving to the grasslands is also an option..."

Sanderson took an antibiotic, popped it into his mouth, and said with a smile, "Our boss doesn't just want a chance, he's got quite an appetite.

No worries, it's different now, we've got enough people.

ISIS has no air force, they're definitely no match for us."

As he spoke, Sanderson looked at the ammo piled on the floor and said with a smile, "Do you believe the Black Hawks will come with a lot of weaponry?

Our boss is 'Madman'; he'd never allow himself to just take a beating passively!"

'Hemostatic Forceps' quickly addressed Sanderson's wound, saying, "Then rest while you can. You'll have a tough battle ahead."

Sanderson chuckled and replied, "I get it, that's what the Rangers are all about…

Hoo-ah, haha…"

'Hemostatic Forceps' was the real deal, a tough woman. She rolled her eyes, which had more white than black, and fist-bumped Sanderson, saying, "Fight a good fight and come back alive!"

As 'Hemostatic Forceps' spoke, the sound of Black Hawk Helicopters finally rose from outside…

Joe Ga, who had been sneakily stuffing his own supplies into the ammunition pile, stood up and clapped towards everyone, "Get ready, you guys pull out first…"

The Black Hawks didn't land immediately upon arrival; instead, they started circling the village, using their machine guns to help 'Ant Eater' take down some of the more stubborn enemies.

Fifteen minutes later, three Black Hawks landed on the flat ground on the outskirts of the village. Several stretcher-bearers sprinted into the village, while others began unloading goods from the aircraft.

When the Black Hawks came, they knew they couldn't take everyone, so they brought plenty of weapons and ammunition…

Joe Ga stood at the top of the hill and saw that the people disembarking from the helicopters were acquaintances…

The SAS's 'Hammer Squad' had arrived, as well as Solon and Bayika from Mosul, unexpectedly joining in.

The men unloading were Seville artillerymen and Xiao Hei from P·B; they had even brought four 60mm mortars and a dozen boxes of ammunition.

The Black Hawk's cargo capacity was adequate; in the safety zone's armory, except for the 155mm shells which were a bit scarce, they had an abundance of other supplies, so they brought plenty.

Without a detailed inventory from Boss Qiao, those who knew him took as much as they could manage. If anything was lost, that was fine, because their guns weren't meant to be used as fire pokers.

When had P·B ever been outdone in terms of weaponry?

Joe Ga hadn't expected the safety zone folks would do this. When he called the Black Hawks, he hadn't intended to stay behind…

But this situation suited Boss Qiao just fine!

With Air Force cover, P·B could confine the battlefield around the village to a confrontation limited by light weapons and soldier capabilities.

No matter how many ISIS members there were, Joe Ga felt he could prolong the battle indefinitely.

Moreover, as long as the safety zone's self-propelled grenade launchers could move twenty kilometers east to establish a base, they could cover an eight-kilometer radius around the village.

Then it wouldn't be clear who would be attacking whom!

As Joe Ga was considering these things, several old Seville soldiers running up with supplies gave him a military salute…

Joe Ga waved his hand with a smile, "Send the wounded and the Berbers down. You guys probably won't have seats left, hope you don't mind."

Upon hearing this, the old Seville soldiers grinned and replied, "Sir, we're earning our pay, it's just a fight. This part of the Middle East still has a long way to go!"

Joe Ga nodded, "True, you've only really fought wars if you've scrambled in Eastern Europe."

Then, patting several Xiao Heis, who were excited to the point of red eyes, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Hurry up and get the wounded out. We'll be here for a while. Let's see what you've learned from these old-timers…"

"Yes sir!"

The Xiao Heis saluted neatly and then rushed into the houses, boisterously moving the wounded under the berating shouts of 'Hemostatic Forceps'.

Sanderson organized the Berbers to queue up and follow; he wanted to personally ensure that the rescued women and children were on the plane so he could stay behind with a peace of mind to join the boss in 'going crazy'…

A strangely big-eyed kid passing by Joe Ga nibbled on their finger, looking up at him and asked in Arabic, "Mister, are you their leader? Did you buy us?

Can you not separate me from my mom? I can herd sheep, I can also…"

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment. He frowned and crouched down to rub the dusty head of the child…

Not knowing what to say, he took off his own epaulets and stuffed them into the child's hands, saying seriously, "You're saved!

From today on, no one will enslave you…

I give you my word!!

I am Hu Lang, P·B's Hu Lang!!"

Not far away, a camera captured this scene…

War correspondent Wallace, with a camera on his shoulder, had seen many gruesome scenes, but he was still moved by the sight on screen.

He didn't know why, but his excitement turned into a whisper…

"A powerful strike…"

"Hoo-ah..."

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These days, Mousey's home has been quite busy, so I need a two-day break!

There won't be a hiatus, I can still guarantee two chapters a day!

I just need to breathe a little, to carve out some rest for myself, to clear my mind since sitting in front of the computer every day is numbing.

There are big scenes coming up which require passion and a clearing of thoughts in order to flow smoothly!

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