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Date: October 7th
Gustav lit his cigar with a slight tremor, watching the approaching Third Squad with a sense of despair settling in his heart.
Out of three hundred combat personnel, only a mere tenth remained. Aside from the Third Squad, not a single person from the other teams had managed to escape after all this time.
Reflecting on his initial disdain for the enemy, he couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.
If he had concentrated his forces at Advantage from the beginning, gathering them all around, it might have been frustrating, but with the cover of the convoy for defense, the much smaller enemy force would certainly have been unable to breach their defenses.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
As he watched figures begin to emerge from the mound, Gustav sighed. "Release your weapons; there's no need for you to make any unnecessary sacrifices."
"And what about you?" The captain of the Third Squad asked anxiously.
"If I hadn't considered joining the AB Alliance, there might have been a glimmer of hope left for me. Now they won't let me go." After setting down some items, Gustav felt a weight lift off him. He casually leaned against the back of the vehicle with his cigar.
After all these years, he had enjoyed what he needed to enjoy. The number of people who had died by his hand was countless. Although he didn't want to die, living like this had its worth.
Perhaps his death would witness the rise of someone capable of changing the entire Free Arms World.
With the enemy's abilities, merely acquiring his channels would never satisfy their appetite; their expansion would undoubtedly continue unabated.
"Hey, I wonder if those AB fools will regret their decisions later." With a glint in his eyes, Gustav pulled out a gold-trimmed revolver that he hadn't used in ages—more for decoration than practicality. After taking one last puff of his cigar, he pulled the trigger and let the bullet pierce through his own skull.
Warm red and white liquid splattered everywhere, staining the car window behind him.
In that fleeting moment before losing consciousness, a strange smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Watching the body lying in a pool of blood and the dozens of released armed personnel with their hands on their heads, Yang Xiaoyou felt somewhat surprised. He had initially thought they would have to endure an assault; with the convoy providing cover, although there were only about thirty men left, it could still inflict some losses on the enemy.
"Boss, what should we do with these captives?" Noah blurted out as he surveyed the scene before him.
In addition to the thirty or so in front of him, there were over sixty other combatants who had surrendered. Few were willing to fight to the death when they knew they could live by surrendering; if those who died in battle had known that surrender could save their lives, the number would likely have doubled.
"Since they have surrendered, it wouldn't be right to execute them all," Ben said as he approached. Although he was deeply disheartened, his military background still influenced his judgment.
"Execution is certainly not necessary. While a ruthless reputation can instill fear, it can also invite trouble. The situation is quite complex; we can just quietly profit from this," Yang Xiaoyou waved his hand to signal his subordinates to keep an eye on the captives before counting the goods and added with a smile.
This time, since the enemy was exactly what he had hoped for, even though their numbers far exceeded his own, he managed to maintain absolute advantage in specific areas. Aside from some injuries among the trainees, none of his people had died in battle. Although luck played a part, this situation put him in a remarkably good mood.
The feeling of having control over the entire situation was indeed very satisfying.
"However, they have comrades who died at our hands. Letting them go doesn't seem right either. Although sometimes the camaraderie among mercenaries can be quite superficial, if there are genuine bonds of life and death involved, that can be quite frightening," Noah exclaimed. He didn't know about others, but he knew that if Nobunaga Hideyoshi or Boss were in danger, he would risk everything to protect them.
"There’s no need to let them go; after all, Yannick's people will be coming soon, right? We can sell them off as laborers," Yang Xiaoyou said with a wicked grin after checking the time.
Yannick's territory included mines, and aside from exploring, he had established contact with Yannick through information from Fia.
Perhaps Yannick and Gustav were partners in business, but given the significant profits involved in Fia's dealings, they tacitly approved of his actions this time. As long as Yannick arrived on schedule, whoever held the goods would trade with him.
Buying weapons from whom was not an issue; now it was just a matter of whether Europe could take over Gustav's supply channels.
After cleaning up the battlefield, a convoy appeared in the distance, stirring up dust as it approached—General Yannick's troops.
Upon seeing a particularly special vehicle at the center of the convoy, Yang Xiaoyou felt somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Yannick to come personally. It seemed he was quite interested in Yang Xiaoyou's proposal.
"It is truly an honor for me that the General has come personally," Yang Xiaoyou said as he disregarded the guards and stepped forward to extend his hand.
Stopping his guard's movement with a raised hand and sizing up Yang Xiaoyou, Yannick—a Black general in his thirties with curly hair—took off his hat and extended his right hand. "This puts me in a bit of a difficult position; after all, Gustav and I have been collaborating for quite some time. However, your strength is indeed impressive."
Yannick's eyes flashed with a hint of shock. If the opposing force truly had only this few people acting, then their strength and training quality were likely far beyond his expectations.
"Haha, compared to that great news, this is nothing," Yang Xiaoyou said with a smile. "If I don't get rid of this troublesome fellow, how can I conveniently connect with the future master of Algeria? As for strength, aside from selling Arms, we also hire Mercenaries. As long as the price is right and the danger is within acceptable limits, we will sign a contract."
After a pause, Yang Xiaoyou continued, "As a gesture of goodwill, how about we offer the goods from Gustav to the general at half price?"
Being touched on a sore spot and seeing the profit before him, Yannick's previously stern face broke into a smile. "That sounds excellent. Can we continue with diamond payments?"
"Of course, no problem. It seems the general's original target is quite significant. Although it's just an old Radar system, if other warlords find out about it, it will certainly be something." Yang Xiaoyou naturally had no objection to such hard currency.
"Good. Also, I've heard you have shoulder-fired multipurpose missiles. I'm quite interested in those as well," Yannick stated directly. Agreeing to provide him with the best weapons available was one of his conditions.
"For us free traders, that's considered controlled weaponry. It took me a lot of effort to acquire it, and I can't lower the price," Yang Xiaoyou began to promote his product. "You should prepare yourself for that. Additionally, it's mainly effective against armed helicopters; targets flying too high are likely beyond its capability. However, if you switch to armor-piercing rounds, it can also deal significant damage to ground armored units. With its complete laser guidance system, its hit rate is definitely not something third-rate products can compare to."
Ultimately, this was high-end equipment from a Soviet Union arms factory; its aspects were still specialties of the Soviet Union. Selling it here was already pushing it; even selling to ordinary developed countries would likely yield good results. Of course, if he were to sell in such places now, it would only be inviting trouble for himself.
In chaotic countries where power was fragmented among warlords, these were the best choices; concerns could be significantly reduced.
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