This kind of cruel training that is closest to actual combat has been fully utilized by Hanks, not only for new recruits but also for veterans. Moreover, according to Zhao Ziyang's suggestion, he also used live ammunition to simulate the battlefield to train the warriors, just

Sixteen people died on the first day, but this is not death, this is elimination. Only the most rigorous training will create the strongest warriors.

A week later, forty-nine of the Warriors' one hundred and twenty soldiers died, leaving only sixty-nine. The loss was very serious. However, Hanks was surprised to find that the remaining mercenaries had become even more powerful.

No matter every aspect is much better than before, this made him discover that quality is actually far more important than quantity.

"Hell, what do you think the warriors' chances of survival on the battlefield are now?" Hanks asked Zhao Ziyang during the meal.

"70% of conventional battles, less than half of special battles." Zhao Ziyang said a very pertinent figure.

"Is it still that bad?" Hanks opened his eyes wide.

"That's right." Zhao Ziyang nodded, slowly gnawed on the chicken drumstick in his hand and said, "In my eyes, they are still a bunch of rabble, and their physical potential has still not been realized."

Hanks curled his lips, and he chose to admit that what Zhao Ziyang said was the truth. The day before yesterday, in this hell, he directly killed thirty veterans who were attacking him. It only took two minutes, and all of them were beaten to the ground with one move, unable to get up.

"Hanks, you should actually be a full-time teacher."

"No, I can't be a full-time teacher, I also have to fight." Hanks shook his head and said: "A warrior will not live on idle food, you should understand."

Zhao Ziyang smiled helplessly after hearing this. This is the biggest difference between third-rate mercenaries and the regular army. What they value is not training, but how many tasks they can complete, and they do not realize the importance of training. But it cannot be blamed.

After all, it is very easy to recruit mercenaries here. Some are people and some are filled with lives, and it will save a lot of money.

For example, after recruiting new soldiers and going on missions after fifteen days of training, not many of them can come back alive, which saves a lot of salary. The settlement allowance that was originally signed for those who died in battle is automatically omitted here.

Or a few hundred dollars.

Another point is that their funds are not enough to support various trainings, which creates a vicious circle and their combat effectiveness can never be improved.

"You can make some suggestions to the leader, if you want to get rid of the label of third-rate mercenary and make more money." Zhao Ziyang meant well. He had to make some show of his free will.

"Maybe you really need to think about it." Hanks frowned, suddenly smiled, and whispered mysteriously to Zhao Ziyang: "Hell, can you teach me some more training methods? I think I used your method.

It is very effective. Although a group of people will die, this only proves that they are part of the eliminated group."

"Of course." Zhao Ziyang smiled and agreed simply.

Zhao Ziyang, who agreed very simply, is not nosy, he is just establishing the necessary relationship with Hanks to return to China faster and smoother, that's all.

The training level of the warriors is getting higher and higher, and they have broken away from regular training. They are forced by death to exert the last bit of their body's potential. Obviously, this kind of improvement is the highest, and the training method is also the most effective. Zhao Ziyang is only responsible for coming up with ideas.

, he doesn't care how many people have died, these guys are not good birds, just die.

Fifteen days later, the leader of the warriors and the goddess returned to their base. This was the first time that Zhao Ziyang saw the leader of the warriors.

However, this group leader made Zhao Ziyang very disappointed, because this guy looked like a businessman, fat and without any murderous aura honed on the battlefield, but the goddess made his eyes shine.

The goddess is definitely not the girl in the photo in her room, even though she is also of mixed race. She is very beautiful, a very stern beauty, her whole person is heroic, and her body exudes a strong smell of war smoke.

But the goddess has a gentle feeling to her whole person. She always has a smile on her face and seems to be very easy to get along with.

"Captain Pofra, goddess instructor." Zhao Ziyang greeted the leader of the warriors and the goddess, his whole human form was at ease.

"Hell, hahaha, hello! Hello!" The fat Povra stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's right hand, and said enthusiastically: "Thank you for everything you have done for the warriors, I decided to give you a reward, hehehe,

What we pay attention to in doing business is that you come and go. If you do something for me, I will pay enough money in return, hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyang immediately understood why the Warriors mercenary group was so third-rate. The reason was that the leader who founded the Warriors was a businessman himself, and he was using this special organization of mercenaries to make money for himself.

But it’s not wrong to think about it. Mercenaries themselves are a money-making machine. As long as they are operated well, money will naturally roll in. This is a war economic money printing machine and a business.

"Mr. Leader." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly, took out his right hand and said to him: "Thank you for the reward, I think we will cooperate happily!"

"Okay!" The team leader smiled even brighter, pulled Zhao Ziyang and said loudly: "This is the best partner, it is very happy and direct, I like dealing with you like this!"

Damn it, you are a pure businessman, how can you not look like a mercenary captain!

Hanks on the side smiled and said nothing, while the goddess opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Ziyang with interest.

"This is the money for you." The team leader took out his checkbook and wrote down a series of numbers. He handed it to Zhao Ziyang generously and said, "Damn, that bastard from Explorer is always robbing me of my business. I have long disliked him.

Okay. Now it’s better, I’ve regained some old customers, hahaha..."

Zhao Ziyang took a glance at the check and saw that fifty thousand US dollars was clearly written on it, and he sneered in his heart: Is that all? Send a beggar?

Zhao Ziyang, who had just sneered in his heart, was startled. He felt a little strange. How could he think that fifty thousand US dollars was a small amount? His salary in the army was only three thousand yuan, and fifty thousand US dollars was already ten years' salary.

"That's it." The team leader continued to say to Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face: "I have another business tomorrow, and you have to help me complete it. As for money, it is definitely not a problem, haha!"

After finishing speaking, Pofra patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and walked out, picked up a whistle and blew it, asking all his mercenaries to gather.

The mercenaries, who had undergone brutal training for a period of time, lined up and assembled as quickly as possible, sweeping away all their previous laziness.

"Warriors! Tell me what you want?" the leader asked loudly and with great enthusiasm.

"Stay alive!" the mercenaries replied in unison, their voices deafening.

Pofra was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember saying that. The procedure should be for him to ask this question, and then the mercenaries would scream for money. This is the right way. This will be the most inspiring.

ah.

"Don't want the money anymore?" Povra asked again, turning his head to look at Hanks and Zhao Ziyang, looking very dissatisfied.

"Warriors, you should tell me that what you want most is money. Only when you have money can you have fine wine and women. The stripper will surround you and you can put money into any part of her body. That way.

This is the life of a man. In a man's world, besides fine wine, there are beauties. Money will bring all these to men, hahaha..."

However, the mercenaries below were silent, no one moved, and no one glanced at Povra. Half a month of brutal training made them understand one truth: only by surviving can they be qualified to enjoy everything, so they are now the most

What I want is to live.

"Damn it!" Pofra walked towards Hanks angrily and cursed angrily: "Idiot, you turned my mercenaries into idiots! Also, why are there so few people? Who are they?

Where did you go?"

"Training is dead," Hanks returned.

"Dead?" The flesh on Pofra's face trembled, and he shouted distressedly: "Damn it, everyone can get money for me, but they are dead, and they are trained to death? Oh my God, how much do I have to lose?

Money? Their death is so worthless, it doesn’t create any economic value!”

"These people can create more for you." Zhao Ziyang said to Povra expressionlessly.

"Shut up, who are you!" Povra scolded Zhao Ziyang directly.

Zhao Ziyang, who was scolded, looked indifferent and instead showed a smile.

"Captain, you have lost your composure." The goddess reminded the warrior Pofra.

It seemed that the goddess's words were very effective. The group leader immediately put away his anger and said to the three of them: "Come, come into my room."

Hanks shook his head and expressed his helplessness.

Walking into Pofra's room, this guy smiled broadly at Zhao Ziyang.

"Hahaha, hell, don't mind what I just said. It's because I feel bad. So much money is gone. You should understand me, right?"

"Of course I understand, I'm afraid I would be like that too." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to Povra: "I can guarantee that the remaining people will make more money for you than before."

"Really?" Pofra asked, turning his head to look at the goddess.

The goddess nodded, expressing her approval of Zhao Ziyang's words.

"That's good! That's good!" Povra rubbed his fat hands, took out a cigar from his pocket, handed it to Hanks and Zhao Ziyang, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, there will be another business tomorrow, you guys

It needs to be completed, and we can quickly withdraw a sum of funds."

"No problem." Zhao Ziyang nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Hanks can't go, let him continue training the mercenaries."

"I'll go." The goddess suddenly interrupted.

Pofra looked at the three people and nodded in agreement.

"That's it. The goddess will lead the team tomorrow, and she has brought all the equipment and supplies. If you want to make money, you must invest. Also, how about the salary payment this time?" Pofra asked Hanks.

"After the salary has been paid, due to part of the training deaths, there is a balance of nearly 150,000 US dollars..."

Hearing this, Povra's eyes lit up, he smiled from ear to ear, and praised Hanks for his abilities.

Short-sighted! This is Zhao Ziyang's evaluation of the leader of the Warriors, but he doesn't want to say anything anymore. This guy has turned mercenaries into a completely commercial operation. Mercenaries are workers, fighting is work, and the industrial chain has been materialized.

After another fuss, Zhao Ziyang and the other three walked out, leaving Povra, the businessman, there to figure out how to make the most money.

Hanks walked directly to his room without saying a word, and you could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Zhao Ziyang didn't say anything, but was stopped by the goddess.

"Have you slept in my room?" the goddess asked.

Zhao Ziyang nodded and did not deny it.

"Well, have a good rest, we have to fight the Cossacks tomorrow."

Zhao Ziyang nodded and watched the graceful figure of the goddess disappear. He felt that this woman was strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it. However, this woman gave him a very powerful feeling. Maybe the strange feeling was because she was so powerful, why would he follow her?
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