115: Chapter 114: Return to Libya 115: Chapter 114: Return to Libya Uriyangko transported Gao Yang and his group to South Africa for free, but to take them to Libya, he insisted he couldn’t offer his services without charge anymore.
Moreover, due to the government forces’ troubling situation, the routes to the government forces had become significantly more difficult, causing transport costs to rise considerably.
Thus, the travel expenses for Gao Yang and his companions amounted to ten thousand US dollars, a sum that was discounted considering Uriyangko regarded the Satan Mercenary Corps as his image spokesmen.
After crossing the border between Tunisia and Libya, the first stop for Gao Yang’s team was still Tripoli.
On their way to Tripoli, Gao Yang wanted to greet his old friend Abdul by calling his satellite phone many times, but he was never able to get through.
Given Abdul’s identity and the mission he was charged with, Gao Yang eventually gave up on the idea of contacting Abdul.
The journey was far from peaceful; Gao Yang and his group were forced to make frequent stops.
It was not until the third day at noon that they finally arrived on the outskirts of Tripoli, and the security situation within the city had deteriorated completely.
Therefore, Uriyangko was not in downtown Tripoli, but waited for them in a residential area on the outskirts.
Upon entering a large courtyard, Uriyangko stood at the doorway of a house and walked up with a smile to Gao Yang and the others as they stepped out of the vehicle, shaking hands with Gao Yang.
Although all of Libya was embroiled in war and no place could be considered entirely safe, resources had become scarce, and both the people and the city seemed dirty and unkempt, Uriyangko still looked the same: in a crisp suit, gleaming shoes, a meticulously knotted tie, and not a hair out of place.
It was a mystery where Uriyangko found a hairstylist to keep his hair so well-groomed.
The bulletproof vest he wore was the only indication that Uriyangko was in a war zone rather than a holiday resort.
“You’ve finally arrived.
I must say, your holiday was quite long, but thank God you still remember your job.”
Gao Yang smiled, “Sorry for making you wait, but we did arrive in time, didn’t we?”
“Well, yes.
But now is not the time for a chat.
I have a busy business to run, and today I must rush to Misrata on the internet to deliver a large order to the opposition.
Please, quickly check your equipment.
If everything is okay, take your stuff and get on with the job applications.”
Hurriedly walking to an opened van, Uriyangko was followed by Gao Yang, who noticed many vehicles covered with protective netting in the yard.
Just at a glance, there were at least twelve or thirteen trucks, indicating Uriyangko’s business had expanded significantly over time.
After entering the van, Uriyangko pointed to a pile of items, “Everything listed on your order is here.
However, I must tell you, in the spirit of customer priority, I did not get you the Type 97 rifles you wanted.
According to my supplier, the Type 97 is very picky with ammunition.
Some ammunition can be fired thousands of times without cleaning and not jam, while others, mind you, of decent quality, can cause jams after just a few shots.
I don’t have the time to test which bullets suit the Type 97, and I presume you’re not interested in trying out each one to then stock up on a certain brand of bullets, right?”
Gao Yang nodded in agreement, “You’re right, but is there another type of gun we could choose?”
“Of course, is that even a question?
Inspect these and then make a choice.
Libya may be lacking everything else, but it’s certainly not short on weapons.
You have plenty of options.”
As Gao Yang glanced over the items, he immediately spotted a big issue.
Every piece of equipment conspicuously bore three lines of white text.
“This equipment is provided by Uriyangko.
Uriyangko, a name you can trust.”
Gao Yang instantly picked up a piece of clothing, pointed to the words on the back, and angrily said, “Are you joking with me?
With such conspicuous writing, are you trying to get us killed?”
Uriyangko smiled, “Don’t get so worked up.
It’s just stuck on with tape.
It’ll come right off if you tear it, but don’t do it now.
At least wait until after you have been assigned a mission.
I’m counting on you to wear these words so your comrades can see.
I’m offering the equipment at cost; this small request isn’t too much, is it?”
Gao Yang couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
He picked at the white lettering with his finger and found that the text indeed seemed to have been cut from paper and pasted on, easily removable with a peel.
As long as they remembered to remove it, it wouldn’t be an issue.
He directly threw the right piece of equipment to each person, and they packaged the individual items together.
There in the van, Gao Yang and his troop put on their camouflage uniforms and donned their bulletproof vests.
After inspecting the goods, Gao Yang said, “I remember you have some night vision goggles here.
Get me five of the best head-mounted light intensification night vision googles, plus compatible batteries.
Also, another walkie-talkie, the same kind we got last time, and a machine gun, an MP5, some 9mm ammunition from the United States—both submachine guns and pistols need them; well, five hundred rounds should do.
You’re more familiar with the situation; any other suggestions?”
As Gao Yang spoke, Uriyangko wrote everything down, tore a page off his small notebook after finishing, and summoned someone to fetch the items Gao Yang requested from another vehicle.
Hearing Gao Yang’s question, Uriyangko pointed at Cui Bo and said, “Have him change his rifle.
You don’t need two snipers this time.
Your engagement will likely come at close or extremely close quarters.
Just you as a sniper is enough.
You need strong firepower for close combat.
Big Dog, you want to change to a machine gun?
Why?”
Glolov patted Frey, who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, “Meet Little Fly, my spotter.”
Uriyangko shrugged and said, “So, you’ve got yourself a spotter, but he looks like a rookie.
Hope he meets your expectations.
Alright, what kind of gun do you want?
You know I’ve always got a supply of Russian machine guns, all calibers available.
I also have a lot of NATO guns now, M60, Minimi, take your pick.”
Glolov asked, “How’s the situation on the battlefield?
Which ammo is easiest to find?”
“Both are easy to find.
The opposition has a mix of weapons, but with NATO support, 7.62mm NATO rounds are very easy to get and they’re of good Western European quality.
As for the government forces, there’s an abundance of 7.62x54mm ammo, which is easy to replenish.
But here’s the issue: most of that ammo is crap, and God knows where it was made.
Plus, you can’t expect to use my rounds until the end of the war.”
Glolov immediately inquired, “Is the M60 new?
How’s it supplied with ammo?”
Uriyangko made a face and said, “You know I didn’t use to stock NATO standard weapons, all I had was Russian stuff.
But you’re in luck.
I’ve got an M60E4, very, very new.
I’d bet the guy who used it didn’t get through a single belt before he died.
I bought it from the guy who captured it.
In fact, I’ve collected lots of valuable arms.
If you capture anything good in the future, you can sell it to me.”
Glolov nodded and replied, “Fine, I’d like to see it, maybe even try it out.
If there’s no problem, I’ll go with the M60.”
Just then, Gao Yang reminded him, “Don’t forget the TMC50.
The one you mentioned.”
Uriyangko chuckled and replied, “Of course, how could I forget?
Not many people can afford these treasures, so it’s your lucky day.
Come with me, it’s in another vehicle.”
After opening the doors of a van, Uriyangko said, “This van’s got some great stuff.
A twelve-man unit got wiped out the other day, NATO’s elite, but they had no identification, God knows who they were.
I bought all their captured gear from a government commander who killed those Brits.
You’ll definitely be satisfied.
Come on.”
The van was basically full of standard NATO gear.
Gao Yang picked up an M4A1 and inspected it closely, it was made by the American Colt Company, well-equipped, with a Picatinny rail bearing both a red dot sight and a powerful flashlight.
Gao Yang tossed the M4 to Cui Bo, saying, “See if it suits you.
Uriyangko’s right, you should switch guns this time.”
After making a few tactical maneuvers with the gun, Cui Bo nodded and said, “This is the one, it feels good.
Holding this gun reminds me of the times we used to play wargames.”
Li Jinfang also picked up an M4, but the one he chose didn’t have a flashlight; instead, it was fitted with a grenade launcher.
As soon as he saw the grenade launcher, Li Jinfang couldn’t look away.
After quickly assembling and disassembling the magazine several times, he asked, “Can I fire a few shots to test it?”
Uriyangko nodded and replied, “Of course, just go outside and shoot where there’s no one around.
The bullets are free, but don’t use the grenades.
We’ve only got seven left and there’s no place for you to use them.
I haven’t had the chance to sort out all the stuff here, including the guns in your hands, so be careful when you test them.”
Cui Bo and Li Jinfang, including Gao Yang, had all fired M4s while in Misrata.
Even though they never primarily used them, they were at least familiar with them.
Cui Bo and Li Jinfang each took a gun outside and after firing a magazine, both reported there were no problems.
Frey would definitely choose the MP5.
After receiving an MP5 with a flashlight from Uriyangko, Frey also went outside the van to fire a burst.
Once they had made sure there were no issues with the tested guns, Uriyangko picked out an M60 from a few on the rack and handed it to Glolov with a smile, saying, “Old friend, I wouldn’t cheat you.
Check it out yourself, an M60E4 with standard barrel, and there’s also a spare barrel that’s brand new.”
Curiously, Gao Yang asked Glolov, “You know how to use an M60, right?”
Glolov just smiled and didn’t speak, while Uriyangko exclaimed dramatically, “Are you insane?
You’re asking Big Dog if he knows how to use an M60?
My God, he’s a veteran, an old mercenary.
He spent four years with Trident, and Trident’s main machine gun is the M60, okay?
I’d bet Big Dog has killed no less than a thousand people with an M60, I’d bet with anyone on that.”
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