"Remember, no American English is allowed today!"
Sacral, who left with Shepard's orders, quickly sent word back that a young commander named Savimbi, who was active in northern Angola, expressed his intention to cooperate.
"Savimbi?"
Shepard looked thoughtfully at Plumli, who immediately explained.
"It's not the Savimbi you think, it's the latter's distant nephew. Basically, it has nothing to do with him!"
"Oh, I thought it was him!"
The full name of Savimbi that Shepard is talking about is Jonas Marrero Savimbi. He is a very active figure in Africa. He has many qualities such as warlord, politician, tycoon, politician, etc. It can be said that he is a very complicated person who plays a decisive role in Angola. If he can establish a good relationship with him, then Shepard's Angola strategy will be a success.
But this Savimbi is not a Savimbi, an unrelated nephew with the same surname, well, it's better than nothing.
Both parties were interested, so naturally they had to sit down and talk. Shepard set the negotiation location in a small village on the border. This village was regarded as a safe spot for Sack in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, less than three meters away from the border. Kilometers, surrounded by rivers and forests, extending in all directions, very easy to maneuver, and most of the villagers in the village also received half a million dollars from Shepard. They allowed Sack to use the village's canoes to transport ammunition and personnel from the border river. , and sometimes even the women in the village would personally help drive the boat.
This is not a fishy relationship between the military and civilians, but the Congolese francs in the hands of PMC are really fragrant.
And another advantage of this village is that it is very close to the border checkpoint. An infantry company of Senerio is stationed here. If there is any problem, you can reach the other party's camp in five minutes' drive.
Therefore, after sending letters through an intermediary, the two parties agreed to meet here at ten o'clock on Sunday evening.
Just in case, Shepard sent an Apple team to the outskirts of the village in advance. Snipers and machine gunners closely monitored the river and nearby roads. In addition, even the newly acquired commando armored vehicles were driven out and parked in the village. In addition, once there is a situation, two armored vehicles will drive Shepard away under the cover of the M20.
After arriving at the destination, Shepard also specifically asked the PMCs following him not to reveal their accents to avoid revealing their identities.
"But we are Vietnamese! Head, we don't even know a Cockney accent!"
"That's not right, you are Gurkha soldiers!"
"Is this okay?"
"Okay, let's talk about it, at least pretend!"
At the scheduled time, the alert sniper saw a few lights on the Angola side of the river, and then began to flash rhythmically.
"They're coming!"
Sack, who had been paying attention to the movements on the other side, immediately picked up a flashlight and waved it. Then, with the sound of water stirred up by paddling, two small wooden canoes slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Then, a rather lean but very tall black man jumped onto the shore at the lead.
Then Sark took him to a thatched hut specially set up in the village.
Under the dim light, Shepard saw clearly the appearance of the visitor. He was a rather young black man. He was wearing a set of rainforest camouflage, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked very capable.
But Shepard didn't think so. The other party's outfit was actually no different from the famous Savimbi. In fact, it was just a deliberate imitation!
"Just call me Zabi!"
"Well, just call me Price!"
Shepard, who was wearing a mask, said apologetically.
"For some reasons, I can't show my true face to others, I'm sorry!"
"It doesn't matter, this is fine, it's a good choice for you and us!"
Zabi was not unhappy at all, but felt a little relieved. He sat on the chair, then took a small cloth bag from the soldier behind him, placed it on the table and opened it.
"This is our first meeting. I'm bringing you a little gift, so please don't be polite!"
Shepard took a look, and then he felt happy. The bag was full of diamonds, and the quality was very good. He decided to give this person as a friend as a meeting gift!
"This is so polite. Since you are so generous, we can't be stingy. Twenty fal automatic rifles and a thousand rounds of ammunition are also offered!"
After Shepard handed the diamond to the PMC behind him, he pointed out the window. Several PMCs were carrying boxes towards the river. Inside was the inventory of the Wehrmacht weapons warehouse. Senerio couldn't bear to see these weapons in the warehouse. It was moldy, so from time to time I took some out to bask in the sun, and a good portion of it was sent to Angola through Shadow Company. After all, the sun there is rounder.
As soon as the gifts were exchanged, the two parties suddenly became less formal and no longer used any honorifics when speaking. After all, to put it bluntly, everyone is here to get what they need, so there is no longer any need to hide and tuck away.
"Our situation is not good. We are short of men, guns, and food. Last month, I had 123 men, but this month, there are only 77 left, and the Portuguese army that surrounded us And the servant army, there are thousands of them, and they also have aircraft, tanks and artillery!"
"I understand your plight. My men and I also hate colonialism very much, so we are willing to provide you with some help within our ability!"
"Well, what's the price, Mr. Price!"
"Well, magic and miracles are not free. Although we do not ask for anything in return for our help for the time being, I think that if one day your business is successful, can we explore for oil in your control area? Of course, it is our joint venture! "
"Oil? I guess so. After all, apart from oil, diamonds and gold, we have nothing that would interest you!"
Faced with Shepard's frankness, Zabi was not surprised at all, and even generously agreed to Shepard's proposal. Anyway, he had nothing in hand now, so he agreed to the conditions first, and if things really improved in the future, It's not too late to talk.
"Then what kind of help can you provide us?"
"Everything, as long as it can help you survive and continue fighting, we can provide it!"
Shepard crossed his legs. He didn't have anything on hand anyway, but that didn't stop him from making big promises.
"Can you really help us?"
"Of course, because no one knows guerrilla warfare better than me!"
