King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Setting aside emotions and personal biases, Father Gamo was a good man.

But in Joe Ga's heart, Father Gamo still lacked the wisdom of old Karman.

Because Father Gamo always felt that others needed saving, whereas old Karman looked forward to a change in the environment, initiating people to save themselves. He understood better than the priest what Africa truly needed.

The people here were never short of freedom, and faith couldn't save them; what they needed was a stable environment.

Survive first, strive to live with hope, and then one can truly live as a human!

Joe Ga didn't negotiate with Father Gamo out of a need for self-respect. Joe Ga was someone who had endured hardships, and he didn't need others telling him what to do; he knew better than most what the impoverished truly needed.

However, that didn't prevent Joe Ga from supporting Father Gamo's work. The jungle residents indeed needed doctors and medicines, all future labor forces to be increased whenever possible.

As for faith, well, without discussing whether the Machine Gun Priest's faith was authentic, based on Joe Ga's experience, faith born in poverty generally couldn't withstand the impacts of economic waves.

Moreover, God wasn't bad either since He taught the poor to endure!

The Machine Gun Priest was a bit more formidable; he armed himself and led his followers to resist tyranny and combat violence.

But what of it? Even if you were the reincarnation of Nezha Prince, you still had to bow to economic rules on my territory, for I had not only money but also a stronger fist.
Continue your adventure with empire

Things in this world don't always operate according to personal will. Joe Ga thought he could gather some qualified doctors as medical support for the base.

But he overlooked that those who decidedly gave up a comfortable life to come here were individuals with strong personalities and personal ideals.

The outcome now was actually quite good. Jemma Alexander, with a team, jumped into the fray herself, reportedly ready to follow Father Gamo into the jungle before the hospital was built, providing medical support to the natives at her own expense.

Setting aside personal issues, they were all good people.

As a boss with vast resources, Joe Ga wished his terrains could host more such good people; he wouldn't mind if the Red Cross were willing to send over a hundred or eighty doctors.

After all, these people didn't ask for a dime and could work wholeheartedly!

A hospital, ah, in Africa you cannot discuss a hospital's profitability, but here it had an effect like that of a lighthouse.

Just as people from his homeland always yearned for big cities, when buying houses, the presence of medical facilities nearby was often a deciding factor.

The hospital was filled with the lamentations of life, aging, sickness, and death, but it was also a representation of goodwill.

Having a hospital, especially one with skilled doctors who didn't require salaries, would attract large crowds!

'Senggar Town'. Joe Ga hadn't visited it yet, but that didn't hinder him from relishing the thought that one day, his land would host a city unlike any other in Central Africa.

He left the phone number of the lawyer Jori Amon for Jemma Alexander and Father Gamo, letting them negotiate the sponsorship with the lawyer themselves.

Joe Ga couldn't connect well with them, but Jori Amon, closer to Western ideologies, probably had more in common with them.

He traveled back to the base overnight by car, jostled for a long time on the road, but when Joe Ga reached the base, he was no longer as fatigued as he could fall asleep at any moment like before.

Combat Diving Training had tuned Joe Ga's mental condition to its optimal state, a sense of complete control. He was now able to rest on the bumpy vehicle and consciously set his rest level…

Past experiences led Joe Ga to believe this was uncontrollable, only to be habitualized over time.

But reality taught him that the human body is a treasure trove; when you can overcome physiological instincts and start to control your brain to a limited extent, nothing is impossible.

It was early morning when he approached the base. The night scenery of the African jungle was incredibly beautiful, especially the view of the Milky Way through gaps above the road…

Near Earth's equator, the distance between people and the stars was closer.

The absence of industrial pollution made the stars exceptionally clear here, the ground's water reflections mirroring the stars above, giving Joe Ga the illusion that he was racing through the starry river by car. Breathing the moist, fresh air, there was a moment when he even wished this road could continue forever, passing through the base to see what the other side of the jungle looked like.

The moment the vehicle entered the base gate, Joe Ga sensed something unusual.

It was already three in the morning, but everyone was up, lined up waiting in the center of the camp square.

'Kitten', who had returned earlier by helicopter, told everyone about the events in the village.

The injured 'Chainsaw', 'Crowbar', Dorian, including 'Hemostat', regrettably hadn't witnessed Joe Ga promising to protect the villagers.

Most soldiers from regular forces believed in the correctness of their previous jobs, as a sense of conviction was a crucial reason they excelled in the army.

When a person deep down doesn't agree with his job, he can't fully commit.

In this world, 'right and wrong' might immediately invert from another perspective or a change of stance.

The boundary between right and wrong in this complex age might become blurred, but everyone must admit that 'evil' does exist!

Fighting evil is the duty of every soldier!

This was thanks to the early screening by Eric and the careful selection by 'Cannon'.

These soldiers, who had not yet fully adopted the mentality of mercenaries, very much agreed with Joe Ga's actions today, because they used to feel that once they left the army, they could no longer find the sense of belief and honor, as they had become mercenaries.

But what happened today made them realize that the P.B. company was different from other mercenary companies!

They felt that following this boss, they could still go on doing the 'right' things, could still maintain their honor and belief without feeling inexplicably ashamed while working.

Just like regular soldiers naturally look down on mercenaries, who, despite earning more, instinctively feel inferior when facing regular soldiers not just because of the gap in equipment, logistics, and firepower, but more so psychologically.

Merchants cannot fight tough battles. This is not a rumor but a truth proven time and again.

There are exceptions, but that's either because the enemy is too weak, or because the team is very special.

Brotherhood among mercenaries in novels definitely exists, but why are mercenaries still so poor?

Probably because they hid away their sense of honor when they chose this job.

When people lose their sense of belief, facing their former peers, they naturally feel inferior; facing tough battles, they naturally retreat, because for them, this is just a job, even a job with little honor.

The promise Joe Ga made to the villagers today, and the injuries suffered by the 'Chainsaw' team in the operation, made these soldiers feel honor, although it was not their own, but soldiers inherently respect excellent comrades.

Devoid of national righteousness to enhance the profession, 'combatting evil' made this job meaningful and even became a new source of honor.

Relying solely on money, a team will eventually fragment, because people's desires are endless.

But if they can have a decent life while also maintaining a sense of honor, then this team is vital!

It does not matter if some do not agree; they will soon be assimilated by the team atmosphere or be eliminated.

Having many people is not scary; what's terrifying is when many people are united!

There's a country's army that hasn't fought a war in decades, but the people still believe they are the best because they are always at the forefront of disasters!

There's a country whose people are often mocked as submissive, but when faced with disasters, they can always unite as one!

When most people are united, there's no difficulty that cannot be overcome!

History has proven this! And it stands up to scrutiny!!

Joe Ga didn't know what those guys were doing, and as Karman slowly stopped the vehicle in the square, those behind him including Sanderson and Old Bull, and even a few veteran jungle soldiers, spontaneously returned to their teams.

Watching Karman, Nis, Antar, along with the injured Dorian form a team and stand at the very front, Joe Ga walked in front of the team, just about to say something, when Belic, the actual coordinator of the camp, a veteran lieutenant from Seville, suddenly stepped forward and loudly called out, "Attention, salute~"

Following Belic's command, even those unruly veteran jungle soldiers stomped their feet vigorously and then gave a somewhat improper military salute.

Joe Ga subconsciously raised his hand to salute back, but then he immediately realized he was not a professional soldier...

The most experienced Sanderson noticed the boss's hesitation, standing at the forefront of the second row, he suddenly shouted loudly, "Power Strike~"

"Hoo~"

With everyone's response, Joe Ga was bewildered.

Seeing that Joe Ga still didn't respond, Sanderson grinned and again loudly called out, "Hu Lang's Power Strike~"

"Hoo-ha~"

Joe Ga, looking directly at the smile in Nis and others' eyes, finally realized something.

As Joe Ga smiled and rubbed his temples, just about to speak, Old Bull suddenly shouted loudly in heavily accented English, "Sir, Power Strike Troop, Mess Sergeant 'Iron Shovel,' reporting to you!!"

When one person started, a second followed. Tony, who most believed in Old Bull, was the second to loudly call out, "Sir, Power Strike Troop, Mess Private 'Potato,' reporting to you!"

The simple-minded Tony elicited laughter from those around him, provoking Old Bull to curse angrily, "Stop fucking laughing, we're doing serious business here. Continue!"

Sanderson, ever the most respectful, stepped forward with a most serious salute, and then called out, "Sir, Power Strike Troop, Assault Soldier Second Sergeant Major 'Vanguard' reporting to you!"

"Sir, Power Strike Troop, Assault Soldier Lieutenant Belic reporting to you.

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