"Quick, quick, send a telegram to Plomri, no, make an international long distance call!"
As soon as she walked in, Shepard couldn't contain his excitement. He even gave the nanny who came to pick up his coat a big hug, making the black aunt in her forties confused.
"What's wrong? What's important?"
"Is it okay to recruit people?"
Shepard rushed to the restaurant in a hurry, grabbed a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and drank it.
"But I just found out today that the old guy is actually William Colby, the dignified director of the CIA. Isn't it a bit exaggerated to personally worry about an Angola?"
"No!"
Smith shook his head and said rather seriously.
"How much do you know about the choke strategy?"
"Interruption strategy? What is that?"
Shepard was confused. He had never heard of this thing in his previous life or in this life.
"What new tactical idea is this?"
"More or less, it's just the strategic plan for dealing with us that Perseus proposed not long ago!"
"Oh I see!"
Shepard suddenly realized that when most people look at Africa, they only see its resources, but in fact, there is another very important thing in Africa, and that is shipping routes. Although there is the Suez Canal, a convenient channel that connects the Mediterranean and the Indian Ocean, in fact, there are still There are many large ships heading to Europe, America and Asia via Africa! Chinese website
Angola is located in southwest Africa and has a unique geographical location. Because European and American giant oil tankers have to detour from the African route, so the Soviet Union can use airports, ports, and even deploy missiles to threaten the route. Once it is cut off, it will It's like Uncle Sam's vital part was punched hard by the Soviets.
That kind of sourness, wait a minute, Europe is short of oil, what does it have to do with the United States?
Shepard couldn't help but praise his wit, while Smith said angrily.
"Although the first problem is definitely Europe, we have to have a posture, right?"
"No matter what the gesture is, I'll make the call first!"
Although it has not yet received approval to directly intervene in the situation in Angola, the necessary preparations must still be made. The facilities previously built by Shadow Company are sufficient for a company, but they are far from enough for the CIA. To support any big move.
And Shepard is one step closer to becoming a contractor. After all, in a certain way, expanding the airport is equivalent to accepting defense orders!
And for Shepard, Angola is a good advertising stage. After all, military contractors want a reputation.
If you want to participate in such a massive war and reap benefits, the current scale of Shadow Company is far from enough!
Shepard must expand his manpower again, and this time he needs not just ordinary infantry, but also more professional technical arms, artillery engineers and even armored troops.
"Lao Pu?"
"Boss, did you know it would be night in Africa?"
On the phone, Plomri looked extremely helpless and anxious. After all, anyone would be like this when someone shouted at him while he was sleeping soundly at three o'clock in the evening.
"It's okay, it's daytime here!"
Shepard said without apology.
"Fake..."
Plumli gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes, then took the coffee handed to him by the sentry and drank it in one gulp.
"I guess if there was nothing urgent, you wouldn't call me at three o'clock!"
"Well, do you still remember what I told you?"
"You've told me too much. It's all five-year and ten-year plans. How do I know what they are about?"
"Well………"
Shepard was speechless. It was all his fault for bragging when he was following Smith on black ops.
"It's just about recruiting people, your comrades in Vietnam, those people who have nothing to do after they retire!"
"What, are you going to use them now?"
"Yes, you fly back tomorrow and we go to Vietnam!"
"Okay, nothing happens anymore, right?"
"No, let's go rest, old guy!"
"Shit, get out of here!"
Although he was cursing like this, a small excitement still flashed through Plomri's heart. He didn't have many family members or many friends. He had offended many bosses because of his temper problems. He had also offended many bosses because of a battle command before. By mistake, he defeated the little brother of the *** company commander who killed twenty-two recruits.
Then the old guy was sent to a military court. Fortunately, Smith was recruiting people at that time and saw this grizzled old guy who had won four medals and been wounded dozens of times in battles, so he took Ploemri Recruited.
A veteran who is over fifty years old and knows nothing but killing will not find any sense of belonging when he returns to society. And Plomri also knows many people like him, and those old guys are still active so far. In the jungle, it's not that they really like war, but because without war, they have nothing left.
And soon, they could no longer stay in Vietnam.
Plomri did not go back to sleep. He sat in the yard all night without any sleep. Then the next morning, he packed his bags and immediately got on a plane, traveling from Kinshasa to South Africa, and then from South Africa to South Africa. Paris and finally New York.
And when he arrived in the United States and Shepard asked him if he wanted to take a day off before going, Plumli shook his head.
"Business matters!"
The two immediately boarded a navy commuter boat and rocked on the sea for several days before returning to Saigon.
In Saigon, Shepard sent Smith's greetings to Colonel Dunn, whom he had met last time. The latter then arranged for a Huey helicopter for the two of them, and then flew from Saigon to a US military station only 20 kilometers away from the front line. base.
Those old comrades in Plomri are here!
Jumping off the messy tarmac, Shepard saw the desolation all around him. For fear of guerrilla attacks, the US military would usually blow up the trees near the base with thermobaric bombs.
The base of Nuoda was full of shirtless soldiers running around, and the sound of cannons could be heard from time to time in the distance. By getting the IA certificate from Smith, the two of them traveled smoothly in the base. In the end, Shepard was there. In the battlefield bar where music was playing everywhere, I saw the old friend that Plumli mentioned.
"Green Beret? I thought all your friends were Rangers!"
"Those guys are almost dead!"
As Plomri spoke, under the unfriendly gaze of the bar soldier, he slapped a silent strong man sitting in the corner.
"This is the one I told you about, John Rambo!"
"Rambo?"
