King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 653 - 623 A Sudden Blow

Old Niu's single utterance of "enduring hardship" utterly failed to convey the cruel nature of P·B's official selection process...

Old Karman felt the boss was a bit too lenient on the soldiers, so he took the initiative to move the start of the test from 8 a.m. the next day to 8 p.m. that same evening.

The 85-kilometer march starting at night caught most of the mercenaries by surprise.

At that time, many hadn't even finished dinner, and nothing was prepared…

When the armored vehicles began to start up, those adept Xiao Heis packed up everything easily portable and loaded it onto the trucks.

A few guys who were sitting down eating suddenly found their tables and dishes disappearing...

As the convoy began to form up on the road, and the average mercenary became a bit flustered, Old Karman stood atop a Humvee, and pulled the trigger of the machine gun...

"Boom boom boom..."

The loud report of the M2 machine gun startled the mercenaries, and a few of the more alert ones instinctively rolled into the ditches by the road, then began to fumble around to load their magazines...

Karman watched the chaotic crowd, and noting that no one panicked to the point of running around aimlessly or accidentally firing their weapon, he nodded slightly. Taking a megaphone in his hoarse voice, he announced, "It starts now, only those who qualify can continue..."

Having said that, Karman smacked the roof of the vehicle forcefully, and the Humvee quickly took off down the road, catching up with the convoy ahead.

The nearly 700 mercenaries left behind were stunned for a moment, then began to loudly call out to their friends, forming teams to set off.

The Colombians actually demonstrated the most orderly behavior as over 20 of them chose to take on the special forces selection challenge, and the rest began their collective march under the command of a retired officer.

The old pros had a wealth of experience. Since P·B had not limited the number of soldiers to recruit, it meant that you just had to meet the standard.

Under these circumstances, venturing alone into a terrorist-active area at night was an idiotic move.

A 14-hour, 72.8-kilometer wide-ranging force march holds the record for the longest in documented human warfare.

Even the modern United State Army's mechanized large units haven't broken 50 kilometers a day in their long-range movements.

An 85-kilometer marching test, even if just a level 6 assessment over 36 hours, was a tough challenge for many here.

Jokingly, even if most of the equipment was stripped away under full combat load, with the necessary food and water, the load would still weigh around 20 kilograms.

Some of the shrewder ones only carried an MP5 for show, but couldn't bear to leave their bulletproof plates behind.

If they failed, the guns would definitely have to be returned, but the personal gear, bulletproof plates, radios, and monocular night vision provided by P·B were not the best, but still better than many civilian products used by other mercenaries.

All of these were consolation prizes promised by P·B, and by the calculation of a group of shrewd old hands, the total value of these items exceeded eight thousand US dollars—a burden worth carrying, even to death's door.

Although those military uniforms and equipment were made in YIWU, and the radios and night vision devices were hand-me-downs from P·B's Xiao Heis, the cost was negligible for Joe Ga, but they had value to those who needed them...

This was Joe's "spending a lot for a horse's bones" strategy; you endure the hardship, and later you can't help but give a thumbs up and praise, "P·B is just righteous."

These meticulous methods of gradually establishing an image were something Joe Ga always paid attention to.

As time passed, P·B would certainly become the most unique and coveted team in the eyes of mercenaries.

When the march truly began, 'Chameleon' from 'Rabbit Squad' didn't hurry to depart but instead invited his buddies to recheck their equipment.

After confirming nothing was left behind, 'Chameleon' looked around and saw that the two SAS squads, which he considered important targets, had already disappeared.

The two Frenchmen 'Comet' and 'Hatchet' who had recently been freeloading meals from the mess were also leading their teams away.

Much to his steadiness, the 'Signal Flag' squad that Old Niu specifically reminded him to watch was the opposite.

'Crow' still looked distressed while eating—he kept on even after the tables and benches were taken away, insisting on sitting on the ground to finish the food in his mess tin, and finally even wiped up the remaining soup with bread, content only after stuffing it into his mouth.

After finishing his meal, 'Crow' stood up, lit a cigarette, and strolled around the now scattered camp before signaling his 6-person squad to leave.

Passing by 'Rabbit Squad,' 'Crow' glanced at 'Radar' and others, who were still checking their equipment. The old man nodded slightly and said in Russian to 'Chameleon', "Good luck to you!"

'Chameleon' was stunned for a moment, then instinctively responded in Russian, "Good luck to you too!"

'Crow' seemed quite satisfied with 'Chameleon's' reaction, cracking a slight smile. Pointing towards the dark desert, he said, "P·B has prepared some surprises along the way. I'm planning to cut through the desert from behind them, that should save us 15 kilometers; are you interested in joining us?"

"Surprises?"

'Chameleon' paused, then decisively shook his head, "We're not here to avoid challenges..."

Upon hearing this, 'Crow' exchanged a look with the big man 'Executioner' beside him, both giving a slight shake of their heads before leading their squad into the desert...

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