King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 478 - 461 Reasonable Exaggeration
Collecting bodies, at the time the rescue ship was sinking, they dragged them ashore.
The munitions on the ship were still valuable; it would be a pity if they sank with the ship.
Dorian was considering consoling the boss, who seemed a bit down, but Karman stopped him.
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Seeing the old guy’s smiling face, Dorian said, "What are you doing? I’m going to talk with the boss. He doesn’t seem in a good mood.
And the chaos in the village wasn’t his fault!"
Karman looked at Dorian, shook his head, and said, "He did make a mistake. Give him some time, and he’ll figure it out."
On hearing this, Dorian frowned and said, "Figure out what? The boss had good intentions, and we had an advantage. What’s wrong with a little chaos?
Nobody is born a commander; you understand these things as you experience more of them."
Karman, looking at Dorian who was so loyal to the boss, rarely smiled and said, "The boss doesn’t need to be a field commander!
He rarely makes mistakes when we operate on our own because as soon as he picks up a gun, he becomes very focused, only caring about what’s in front of him.
That isn’t great, but it’s enough for us!"
Dorian eyed Karman as if he were looking at a traitor and said, "Old man, are you talking nonsense?
It’s not just Team A that P·B has..."
Karman, pulling on Dorian, pointed to where the villagers were gathering and said, "I once thought the ’Anteater Legion’ was the best team in Africa, and indeed we were the best.
We’ve won countless battles, but we kept losing men until we realized fighting solved nothing, Africa remained the same Africa!
P·B rarely loses men, we’ve been winning, so the boss isn’t wrong; what he needs is to keep it going because he sees things differently than we do.
I don’t understand how it’s different, but I know Central Africa is changing, smiles are starting to appear on people’s faces.
The boss isn’t wrong; at least ten people here could easily command this battle, but the outcome surely wouldn’t be as good as when the boss does it."
Dorian, somewhat baffled, looked at Karman and said, "What are you trying to say?"
Karman paused, then with a look of disdain, he said to Dorian, "I’m telling you not to influence the boss with your unsuccessful experiences, because all of us have proven our limits, whereas the boss hasn’t reached his yet.
He can be fierce, kind, calm, passionate, and even act a bit foolish, but he can see things we cannot.
That’s what makes him different from the rest of us in his bones!"
After listening, Dorian nodded gloomily and said, "I think you made some sense, but it stings my pride a bit.
How am I not successful? I’m an elite too!"
Karman, looking at Dorian’s lack of concern, hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "I think so too, which is why you definitely shouldn’t influence the boss. I don’t want him to go down the wrong path."
After thinking it over and watching Karman walk away, Dorian frowned and remarked, "Why do I feel like you’re still looking down on me?"
Joe Ga didn’t hear Dorian and Karman’s conversation; when TC confirmed that Jack wouldn’t die, he was completely satisfied.
He admitted to a ’command error,’ having not been in a similar situation before.
But the boss Joe was also someone who didn’t dwell on things, akin to how when he couldn’t learn the old soldiers’ jungle warfare strategies, he’d set them aside and opt for taking it slow.
The boss Joe was aware of his issues; even after going through dive training, he still had problems with attention distribution.
As soon as he picked up a gun, he couldn’t command like those overall commanders because his instinct made him focus on the situation at hand.
Ordering Teams B and D to maintain order was Joe Ga’s instinctual choice; he hadn’t realized the potential issues before giving the orders.
However, admitting his mistake didn’t mean Joe Ga could become that excellent commander, because the direction of ’choice’ was different.
The benefit of not dwelling on this was now apparent; there were no losses anyway, just be more attentive next time, practice makes perfect.
But the reality was Joe Ga might never become a qualified field commander—not just because of attention distribution, but perhaps he wasn’t even aware that deep down, he was a strategic commander.
When undisturbed, his mind was clear, and his arrangements were orderly.
But when it came to ’choices,’ he would instinctively look several steps ahead, instead of just wanting to take an opponent’s knight or rook.
This wasn’t very apparent in P·B’s battles because there were fewer P·B men, the intensity of battles wasn’t very high, and most times P·B could attack from an advantageous position.
But the difference was evident in business.
Wars between countries are to serve politics, whereas P·B’s wars have always served Joe Ga’s business.
From this perspective, aside from not making a particularly large amount of money, Joe Ga could definitely be considered successful!
Protecting those villagers was Joe Ga’s instinctual choice under advantageous conditions because it’s genuinely difficult for an Africa person to grow up in peace and produce societal benefits.
Economic benefits, social benefits, reputation benefits...
Karman was right; the boss Joe might not be a qualified commander, but the effects of his actions tend to be better than others.
Victory in a battle isn’t much; P·B is capable of fighting, but P·B has developed to what it is today by relying on the series of victories that came after each battle!
And that "series of victories" was built upon P·B’s behavior model, a model that was different from other companies.
Old Bull brought Tony to shore right after the battle ended and set up a large pot to cook for everyone.
The Hemostat saved the lives of the injured villagers; soon after, helicopters arrived on-scene, taking away the wounded and their families.
All of this was free of charge!
Keep in mind that the cost of the helicopter’s fuel plus the medical expenses are worth more in US Dollars than the lives of many people here.
In such circumstances, when Joe Ga approached the tribal chief of the village, informing him that there were still enemies in the jungle and that this kind of situation could arise again, these people instantly knew how to choose.
There were other riverside villages nearby, and it wasn’t rare for them to be related, so Joe Ga generously made a patrol boat available to send to warn the villages they were close to.
After dawn, a Hippo touched down on a hastily cleared field.
A group of wounded mercenaries, along with the captured ’captain’, were loaded onto the plane.
Joe Ga watched the people of Team B and Team D looking gloomy, wanting to get on the plane and leave. He pulled Sanderson aside and said, smiling, "Land directly at Sangha Town Hospital, then have the base send a car to pick you up.
The wounded should receive proper treatment; hand over Jack, Smoker, Needle, and the ’captain’ to Thompson. He knows what to do."
As Joe Ga looked at Sanderson and the others, all dirty, he pinched his chin and said, "But you can’t go like this..."
Sanderson checked his gear and asked, "What’s wrong, boss? Is there a problem with us?"
Joe Ga looked at the group of proud men in front of him and laughed, "War, huh? How can it be called a war if there are no injuries or deaths?
If you leave clean and return clean, it just makes our efforts seem too easy.
How can simple things move people?"
As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Sanderson and the others who were still a bit clueless. He pulled out a roll of gauze from the Hemostat’s pack, messily wrapped Sanderson’s arm, slung it around his neck, and said, "Get it now?"
Sanderson, realizing, said, "Fake injuries, for the media to see!"
Joe Ga, a bit displeased, responded, "How is it faking injuries? It’s reasonable exaggeration and interpretation.
You’ve been with the United State Army for so many years, do you think the free media would prefer to interview a clean and tidy spokesperson or a soldier who has suffered serious injuries on the frontline?"
Impatient, Joe Ga gestured to ’Hemostatic Forceps’ and said, "Prepare an injury for each of them. I’ll have Thompson prepare a script for you. When the media ask, you combine it with your own experiences and improvise."
Hemostat heard this, and the large scar on her face twisted as she said with a bitter smile, "Boss, I can’t..."
Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "What can’t you do? Every woman is naturally capable!
You might not look great, but your image is what those feminists like: fighting side by side with men and then bringing them back alive. You’re going to become a hero."
Sanderson looked at Joe Ga and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Boss, we can only try our best, but we might not be able to fool those media."
Joe Ga looked at Sanderson as if he were an idiot and said, "You have to understand the media’s perspective; they don’t want to see you all pristine and complete.
How can they highlight the difficulties of protecting the Princess without showing the hardships they face in Central Africa?
Believe it or not, even if you say you’re not injured, the media would Photoshop you onto the newspapers as wounded. Don’t be a fool, we are meeting everyone’s needs here!"
With that, Joe Ga waved his hand, signaling them to get busy boarding the plane, then said as he turned away, "We still have a few days of work to do in the jungle. Before I return, all external matters are to be handled by Thompson."
.........
At this time, Thompson was standing on the steps of Sangha Town Hospital’s lobby, speaking to a group of media reporters.
A documentary film crew and a CNN interview team had already set up cameras around the hospital when the helicopter carrying injured arrived in Sangha Town.
These people captured a true post-war scene with their lenses. The already busy Sangha Town Hospital resembled a battlefield with long lines formed at the operating room doors.
The villagers were doing alright, but when Teams B and D arrived with the wounded prisoners, it was a different story...
People wounded by snipers were in bad shape, and P·B’s were even worse!
Yet, none of these tough guys made so much as a peep; to avoid competing for medical resources with the villagers and prisoners, they voluntarily returned to P·B’s base to receive treatment from the base’s doctors.
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Thompson, with a grave expression, looked at the murmuring media reporters below, raised his hand to signal for their silence, and then said, "Our boss led the team into the jungle and engaged in fierce combat with the mercenaries.
Those people targeted the jungle inhabitants, aiming to drag P·B’s elites into the jungle.
We struck down one of their teams while they were attacking a jungle village, but the results... you see."
Thompson lowered his eyes and said solemnly, "Our boss is still fighting on...
God bless P·B!
God bless Sangha Town!
God bless our boss!"
