King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 489 - 472: Princess’s Battle

’Comet’ was left somewhat bemused by Joe Ga’s recruitment pitch.

At 46, he had wanted to make his own way in the world and, leveraging his military connections, start a small security company.

But now, seeing the scale of Joe Ga’s operation, it seemed joining P·B offered more promise for his future.

Lifetime soldiers have an ingrained instinct for obedience.

There are success stories of soldiers who transition to business ownership, but it requires a fundamental shift in mindset.

’Comet’ had seen Joe Ga’s methods and knew that if this was the standard for success, he surely couldn’t meet it.

Watching Joe Ga’s eager expression, ’Comet’ managed a wry smile and said, "Could you give me some time to think about it?"

Joe Ga could tell he’d made progress; when these foreigners say they need to think about it, they truly consider the offer and are genuinely interested.

This contrasted with the way people in China respond to bothersome salespeople with a polite "I’ll think about it," which meant something entirely different.

’Comet’ was formidable. They had encountered the toughest veterans in Niger, and even ambushed, he had led his team out of encirclement to complete their mission.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Joe Ga thought ’Comet’s’ unit outperformed Waters’ Rangers at the time.

If such a man were willing to assemble a team and join P·B, it would be a major boon for Joe Ga.

Even a mediocre-performing former T1 special forces operative in his forties has reliable military contacts—valuable assets.

Moreover, with T1 forces of Wuchang, if his character was solid, there really wasn’t much to hesitate about!

If he was willing to bring a few members of the French SAS to form the backbone of a team, he could quickly establish a new, powerful special combat squad, which would be a rare advantage for Joe Ga who was short on personnel.

Extending his hand for a firm handshake with ’Comet’, Joe Ga smiled and said, "The Peacekeeping Troops’ redeployment takes time, so go see my base tomorrow. I’ll have a rehab physician check you out.

Take your time with the decision, no rush!"

’Comet’ couldn’t resist Joe Ga’s approach, shaking his head with a bemused smile, he said, "I really do need to think about it, and I have to contact some of my comrades-in-arms. After all, I alone am not much use to you, right?"

Seeing that he’d practically won him over, Joe Ga laughed and said, "How so?

If you come alone I’ll be happy, and if you can’t find ready-made talent, just pick some promising soldiers and train them up yourself.

I assure you, you won’t be disappointed!"

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’Comet’, after hearing this, nodded with a complex expression, "Thanks. I promised a few of my comrades-in-arms; they’re not doing so well these days. I want to hear what they think."

Joe Ga responded generously, "Suit yourself, but still, you should visit the base.

I won’t have time to receive you, so I’ll give you ’Vanguard’s and ’Tailor’s phone numbers. Go find them tomorrow, ’Tailor’ will take you to see the rehab physician and you’ll also get a chance to look around the P·B base."

As he said this, Joe Ga looked at ’Comet’, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and added with a smile, "Don’t feel any pressure, just think of it as being at home. You won’t find anything disreputable at my place, and P·B isn’t involved in shady business!"

In the face of Joe Ga’s recruitment tactics, a veteran like ’Comet’ could hardly hold out—despite P·B’s salaries being average by industry standards.

Some bosses have the charisma to inspire loyalty, and Joe Ga was one of them.

While Joe Ga and ’Comet’ were talking, Colonel Kongde had resolved his issue as well.

The annoying paperwork would take a few more days, but the deal was set—the Peacekeeping Troops would arrive in Sangha Town tomorrow.

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Colonel Kongde, having just been praised by his superiors, felt boundless prospects for his future and viewed Joe Ga with growing fondness.

After exchanging a few words, they stepped out for a joint media interview. Joe Ga and others lavished praise on the foreign forces and then left the camp, Joe Ga arm-in-arm with Gino and other French soldiers, as if they were brothers.

It was getting dark by then. Joe Ga called Lenore, the mayor, and asked her to take the media to have some fun—they’d been around for many days, and it was time to enjoy some local products to send home.

Finally rid of the media, Joe Ga knew Princess Amina wanted to talk, so he simply started strolling up the hill to his house...

Along the way, as Princess Amina kept her head down, Joe Ga said with amusement, "Just tell me what’s on your mind. If the media has been pressuring you, you can say it. Everyone needs their own space."

Princess Amina, head still lowered, fell silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I want to move out from your house. I want to end this meaningless war. I want to do something meaningful..."

Joe Ga was taken aback and shook his head, saying, "I have no objections to you moving out, but first you must find a suitable place for yourself, and it must be after the war is completely over.

Ending the war isn’t up to me; it’s up to our enemies."

Turning to look at Princess Amina, Joe Ga hesitated, then said earnestly, "I might sound a bit crass, but your very survival is significant.

Not only to those who’ve helped you, but to many girls who have endured the same ordeal as you.

In the past few years, I’ve come to understand many truths, but one critical point is that no one can lead a meaningful life without also facing constraints."

After a moment of silence, Princess Amina replied with a complex expression, "It’s just that too many people have died, and it seems to be all because of me..."

Joe Ga, stunned by the remark, nearly blurted out, ’you’re overestimating yourself.’

After some thought, with a hint of resignation, Joe Ga said, "The war started the moment you decided to flee.

At first, you thought it was your personal fight, but as more and more people became involved, it became everyone’s battle."

"You can’t back down now; if you retreat, you’ll disappoint many people. Then those who have helped you will be caught in the middle and make everyone disgusted,"

Princess Amina lowered her head and wiped her eyes, her voice soft, "If I persevere, will you keep helping me?"

Joe Ga nodded decisively, "Of course! Your brother has paid!"

Upon hearing this, Princess Amina stopped in her tracks and looked up at Joe Ga, "Hu Lang, I’ve received so many calls for help. I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?

You’re right, the battle began the moment I decided to escape!

I hope that while I am able, I can help those who truly need assistance."

Joe Ga was startled, looking into Princess Amina’s bright eyes, he shook his head, "So you’ve been waiting here for me?

Isn’t the school in Sangha Town enough for you to make a difference?

There are many people in the world who need help. What you should do most is to provide them with courage and, if possible, fight for external conditions on their behalf.

There are many outstanding women in the Arab World who are doing just that, and I think you can too!"

Joe Ga’s official-sounding words greatly discouraged Princess Amina. She took out her phone, pulled up a video, and handed it to Joe Ga...

Joe Ga took the phone subconsciously and looked at the footage...

It was a battlefield where a little girl dressed in a burlap sack wandered through a village littered with corpses.

A woman in military uniform sat on a rock weeping; behind her were arrayed the bodies of a dozen female soldiers clad in similar garb.

A few numb-faced women stood beside the soldier, one of whom seemed to remember something. She walked over to one of the bodies, picked up an AK...

"Demons shouldn’t ascend to heaven!"

"Demons shouldn’t ascend to heaven!"

...

...

The woman filming also chanted non-stop, urging the others to take up arms.

Only at the end, the little girl who looked as if she’d crawled out of a trash heap picked up an AK, and the video ended.

Watching Joe Ga turn off the phone with a grave expression, Princess Amina said, "I want to go there; that’s where I should be."

Hearing this, Joe Ga, looking resigned, stuffed the phone back into Princess Amina’s hands and shook his head, "Just a minute ago you were sad because someone had died, and now you’re telling me you want to go to the place in the video?"

Princess Amina nodded, "I just don’t want anyone to die because of me, but I know what war is.

Hu Lang, you said I can’t back down, you said I’m fighting on behalf of many...

So, that’s where I should go!

We both know, merely appearing on the media and shouting slogans won’t change anything.

If I really represent a certain group, I hope to truly represent them.

I want to let more people know that many girls live in even deeper hells."

Joe Ga choked up, at a loss for words. He’d spoken many empty phrases; if he advised Princess Amina to back down now, he’d only appear hypocritical.

Without guessing, Joe Ga knew the location in the video was either Iraq or Syria, or just the border between the two countries.

The crying soldier was Kurdish, which Joe Ga recognized immediately.

It was specifically Kurdish women soldiers who chant about sending terrorists to hell, since in the traditional YSL concept, terrorists killed by women can’t go to heaven.

It was obvious who their enemies were—ISIS...

To raise funds, ISIS went to extremes, and the norm was women and children becoming merchandise.

The female soldiers in the video had attacked an ISIS human trafficking post. Many of them died, and though they succeeded, their victory went unnoticed.

Ever since Joe Ga got involved in Princess Amina’s escape, she had never gained any dominance. Now that she stood up for herself, Joe Ga was flummoxed!

Advocating for women and children in the midst of war, urging countries to accept more refugees is not difficult, but once Princess Amina does so, it will invite attacks.

It costs nothing to advocate online for Arab women to gain the freedom to divorce, but allowing refugees into the country will affect one’s own life.

If there’s room for maneuver in the current tide of public opinion, then the suffering represented by those female soldiers is indescribable...

Because their suffering is related to a few of Earth’s powerful brothers, and with Turkey, who loves to behave like a thug, Princess Amina going there would be like lambs to the slaughter.

Looking at Princess Amina’s hopeful face, Joe Ga hesitated for a long time before saying, "I’ll introduce you to someone. Perhaps you can gain some inspiration from him on how to solve problems without throwing yourself into an abyss.

You’ve just climbed out, and it’d be brave but not worthwhile to jump into something deeper.

Sometimes, doing the right thing requires the right approach!"