Arriving at the training base in Africa, Lin Rui felt a little sad about the desolation here.
A group of black guys were running shirtless. Most of them had big heads but thin bodies. Lin Rui frowned and said, "Is this our new recruit?"
Black Panther Gulei nodded, "This is just one part, there is another camp. We give priority to recruiting soldiers with combat experience."
"Does this mean they have combat experience? Who taught them to hold a gun like this?" Jason looked at a black man who was shooting with a gun in astonishment. His posture was very strange. He held the gun with both hands and raised it above his head to shoot.
Gulei was a little helpless and shrugged, "Most of them come from nearby guerrillas and have combat experience, but no systematic training. In addition, black African witch doctors are prevalent, and the locals believe that witch doctors can not only cure diseases, but also Basically, everything is answered. So the local people will go to the witch doctor no matter what.
This has created a social phenomenon where they do not believe in science and do not understand science at all. They prefer to use witchcraft to explain everything. For example, Ebola was caused by a curse placed on them by white people at the medical station.
They generally believe that guns are also a type of white witchcraft. In this witchcraft, as long as the gun is pointed in a general direction, the bullet will fly over and kill the target. The people who trained them to use guns thought so too. So aiming is not important, many people don¡¯t even know what aiming is.
Lin Rui said strangely, "Even if you interpret the gun as witchcraft, you can just shoot in the general direction. But in fact, it is difficult to hit without aiming. If you miss, these black people will not suspect that it is because they are using guns." Is it caused by incorrect method?"
Zhao Jianfei mocked, "Not at all. They will think that the other party has been bulletproofed by a wizard. They will only come up with some strange ways to break the curse. For example, as long as you sacrifice a goat and dip a cloth strip into the goat's blood. If you tie it to your gun, you can definitely kill your target with one shot: no matter whether he bought himself a bullet-proof spell or not, and no matter whether you took aim or not.
Others insist that before shooting at the enemy, pouring a handful of dry sand into the muzzle will ensure that you can kill the enemy with one shot. Yes, you heard it right, it¡¯s sand! Pour it into the gun! And he poured it in with full faith! This caused problems with the barrel of the gun, causing the barrel to explode and injure people, so many people raised their guns like this, raising their hands above their heads and shooting straight to avoid injuring themselves. "
Lin Rui smiled bitterly, "The gunpowder residue in the barrel was not even cleaned in time, and they also filled it with sand. It seems that these people can do anything except take good aim."
"Actually, this person is not a person who is solely motivated by witchcraft. He has actually fought for several days. Experts shoot in bursts, while laymen listen to the sound. Generally, untrained people like to shoot continuously. And when shooting continuously, the muzzle jumps up seriously. Not to mention if the gun is not standard. Then my friend thought that when the enemy came around, the vertical jump of the muzzle was useless. When the enemy came over, it would be a range attack and it would automatically sweep horizontally. But the problem came again. After the enemy came over, according to the gun If you shoot from the chest, the bullet casing will jump on your face, so the solution is to raise it above your head." Black Panther Gulei said with a smile, "It is said that such a trendy shooting posture was taught to them by their guerrilla instructors. It doesn't take a day or two to change. Things can only happen slowly."
Lin Rui looked at it and shook his head, "No wonder I have heard of a strange battle in which the two sides fought fiercely for a day without any casualties. It is no wonder that the combat effectiveness of mercenaries in Africa exceeds that of the regular army. I just feel that your training is really a long way to go."
"That's not necessarily true. If these people practice well, they will still be very effective in fighting. Besides, I also found two experts to guide them." Black Panther Gu Lei shrugged at Lin Rui, "It's those two over there. The British guys, they have great skills.¡±
While they were talking, there was a noise at the door, and Lin Rui and others walked over strangely. There was a crowd of people crowding at the door. The guard saw Black Panther Gulei coming out and quickly explained to him. "These are here to sign up as mercenaries."
"Just them?" Gu Lei frowned and said, "Take them for a physical examination to check if they are sick. Then hand it over to the instructors. They will decide who should stay."
"Yes, sir, that's what I said too. But they insisted on accepting even this child." The guard said helplessly.
"Child?" Lin Rui turned around and saw the thin boy behind the young man. This child is only eleven or twelve years old at most. He is very thin, so his eyes look very big.
"Who is this child to you?" Lin Rui frowned.
"He is my brother. He is smart and strong. He can shoot and even kill. Sir, accept him! He eats very little and you will need him." The black young man said with hope.
"We are not warlords, but regular companies,"We will give you a legally binding contract. This is a job, a career. But sorry, we don't do charity. Black Panther Gulei said slowly, "Take him home." "
"But sir, our parents are both dead. If I become a mercenary, he will starve to death alone. He will not be able to feed himself." The black young man almost prayed.
"But at least he can die at home, and the mercenary, who knows where he will die?" Lin Rui shook his head. "We will never hire child soldiers."
"Sir, being young is not a problem. He can kill people and he can use a gun. Come here and tell this gentleman that you have used a gun. And you have killed people. Hurry up." The black young man quickly said to the child behind him.
Seeing the curious and fearful look in the child's eyes, Lin Rui couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and pushed the young man against the wall, pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head and said, "Do you want this child to go to the battlefield? You know the battlefield?" What does it look like? He will die like a dog, worthless. So do we, but we are adults, we can be responsible for our actions, we can bear the consequences of our actions. But this is a child! He is still your brother!!!¡±
"I came to be a mercenary because 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 child and get out of here, don't let me see you again."
"But sir" The black young man wanted to say something else.
Lin Rui interrupted him and said, "Live well and stop thinking about being a mercenary. Even if it's for this child." Lin Rui thought for a while and gave him the money in his wallet. "Take the money and go, find any job. Don't come back."
Black Panther Gulei watched the two brothers go and sighed, "Maybe after they leave here, they will still go to serve as soldiers in a warlord's armed forces. In order to survive, they can only do this, and we can't save them at all. Them. This is Africa."
Lin Rui was silent for a while, then suddenly kicked the ground, "This is such a damn world."
"Maybe the world shouldn't die, it's just us." Gu Lei patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.
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