King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

12:00 PM!

The battle at Mukalla Port ended with the last group of terrorists defending the warehouse area surrendering.

The battle left the dock area in ruins; what was already a dilapidated dock became filled with the smell of burning due to the destruction and burning of numerous armored vehicles and tanks.

To ensure the subsequent personnel and equipment could be deployed, the Combined Battalion refrained from using high-powered weapons at the dock, and was very restrained in using large-caliber cannons and 107 rockets.

This allowed a wave of dozens of terrorists and mercenaries to hold out in the warehouse area, taking advantage of the Combined Battalion's inability to deploy properly and the complex terrain, until noon.

The General Group personnel had long grown impatient, with Lawrence even suspecting that the Northern Camp and Yugoyinbot Camp were deliberately stalling for time, so this old chap forcefully demanded Donahue to use his command authority to escort a group of General Group technicians to the dock.

The General Group technicians, lured by high salaries, originally thought they only needed to stay on the cargo ships to manage Combined Battalion's logistics problems, but were instead pushed by their boss to the frontlines to repair the dock cranes...

These people, who were always bystanders, had a 'WTF' moment in their hearts and didn't know whom to complain to...

According to American work efficiency, restarting large machines at the dock would take at least half a month...

But the sporadic gunfire in Mukalla city center, the sporadic skirmishes at confrontation positions, and the randomly flying rockets inspired an extraordinary sense of initiative in these people...

Starting from 10 AM when they landed, by 12 PM, the Combined Battalion announced that they had gained control of the dock area, with one tower crane and one crane already repaired.

Lawrence from General Group, using his own people's repair of the dock machinery as leverage, aggressively cut in line to push France and Italy to the back, letting their own Combined Battalion first land on the dock.

To showcase their products' superiority, this guy deliberately had photographers follow the action, photographing the Stryker Armored Vehicle with the smoke-filled dock environment.

Unfortunately, no matter how this guy operated, General Group's two Combined Battalions couldn't compete for attention against the Northern Camp and Yugoyinbot Camp...

Because they continued to engage in combat, even after taking over the dock area, they didn't stop attacking.

Clearing the surrounding residential areas of the dock to push the confrontation positions towards the city, keeping the dock area safe from rocket attacks...

A variety of complex tasks forced the two Combined Battalions into high operation, and as they occasionally crossed paths, the mud and bullet-riddled Combined Battalion made General Group's fresh vehicles look like fragile pretty boys.

Unloading tens of thousands of tons of cargo ships takes a long time, nowhere near the rapid speed of an 071 dock landing ship...

The dock needed clearing, large machines required repair, and damaged roads needed mending...

A series of tasks slowed down all actions!

Compared to the busy sponsors, P.B.'s people did much more...

When General Group's cargo ship docked, two small-tonnage cargo ships also moored at the port...

Without relying on dock machinery, the ground construction team led by Giant Zhu self-assembled several conveyors to transport dozens of forklifts and construction machinery onto the shore.

Soon after, Lion Squad and soldier Xiao Hei entered the scene, with some connecting the conveyors to the cargo ship, starting to concentrate the ship's supplies in the warehouse area for registration and storage.

The others packed the registered supplies, then drove captured trucks loaded with large amounts of supplies into the residential areas around the dock...

The difference between Joe Ga's approach and others is that he aims to deliver a fierce first punch, then proceed at a slower pace...

Being kind to the local civilians is fundamental; distributing free food supplies, even housing, setting up a mature charitable channel, and alleviating local hostility is key.

Yemen has been at war for many years, and the people here can barely eat; most rely on khat to relieve the physiological problems brought by hunger.

Debating right or wrong is useless at this time; helping the locals integrated into the territory rebuild their lives, establishing a model, can significantly reduce resistance in future wars.

Joe's request is simple: regardless of your past identity, I can provide assistance, the only demand is that you turn in your weapons, even if you're a terrorist; if you don't admit it, I'll pretend not to see it.

According to Joe's experience, those struggling civilians wouldn't oppose such aid.

And for those unwilling to cooperate, as a mercenary group, they wouldn't be as gentle as regular troops, which everyone should understand...

Captain Ahtu of Lion Squad led a convoy slowly into the residential area around the dock.

This old chap, who rose through the ranks by taking the blame for the boss, made several achievements due to his flexible mind, becoming a core officer at P.B.'s grassroots level.

He understood the boss's strategy deeply; instead of distributing supplies like in the past, upon entering the residential area, he found a destroyed area...

Seeing a dozen Yemeni poor attempting to salvage their belongings from collapsed iron shacks, Ahtu signaled the driver to stop and got off the vehicle first...

Facing the hostile gazes of surrounding impoverished people, Ahtu approached a girl with an infant on her back, crying while searching the wreckage...

"We will help you..."

After speaking, this 'big shot' didn't care about the girl's opinion, like a domineering CEO in a novel, beckoning his subordinates to pull the girl away...

Then, two small engineering vehicles entered the scene, under the odd gazes of the crowd, completely demolishing the already half-collapsed house, followed by a violent cleanup...

Watching the girl wailing loudly while holding her baby, Ahtu coldly took a foldable camping car stuffed with supplies and dragged it to the girl's side...

Seeing the confused and terrified girl, showing impatience, Ahtu placed the camping car handle into her hand...

"These are all yours!

Don't cry, we'll build you a new house!"

Ahtu's words left the girl stunned. She stared at the domineering CEO, Ahtu, with teary eyes and incredulously said, "I don't have money to give you..."

Ahtu waved his hand confidently and said, "No need for money, these are all given to you by P.B for free..."

Saying this, Ahtu glanced at the already cleared ruins. He waved his hand towards the back...

A group of skilled workers from major construction companies jumped off a truck, using forklifts to deliver stacks of prefabricated materials to the open space...

A dozen people started working together, and in less than three hours, a clean, white prefab house was erected...

The prefab house wasn't big, covering an area of about 80 square meters, equipped with a solar panel roof for electricity, structured as a two-bedroom, one living room layout, with a kitchen and bathroom fully equipped.

Since water connection wasn't possible, some bathroom and kitchen functions couldn't be used, but this house was already a hundred times better than the slums where these dock residents originally lived.

Ahtu straightened his back, glanced around at the surrounding onlookers, and noticed that most of their eyes had turned from hostility to confusion...

Feeling the situation was ripe, Ahtu took a key offered by a worker, walked to the porch of the house raised about 50 centimeters, unlocked the door and swung it open a few times before beckoning to the girl and tossing the key to her...

"This is your house now, someone will come immediately to register, tell them your name and family members' names, and this house will be yours.

From now on, the road in front of this house will be your sanitation responsibility. As long as you ensure that the road in front of your house is free from garbage, you can receive enough supplies for your family every month..."

The girl held the keys tightly with both hands, looking at the prefab house that seemed like heaven, nervously said, "Both my parents are dead, can this house still..."

The domineering CEO possessed by Ahtu flippantly waved his hand and said, "Then this house belongs to you and the child on your back!"

Saying this, Ahtu looked impatiently at the child who wouldn't stop crying, he waved his hand and said, "There's food in your car, quickly get something to quiet that little one.

I need to work outside your door for a while, you don't have a problem with that, do you?"

The girl heard this, and with a worried expression, dragged the camper to the steps of the front porch...

Seeing Ahtu wasn't stopping her in the least, she tried her best to move the camper, but due to lack of strength, she failed several times...

Ahtu walked over, grabbed the camper with both hands, lifted it up the stairs, then waved to the girl and said, "Quickly go inside to tidy up and quiet that little one.

Our boss is a kind-hearted person, your life will get better in the future..."

After saying this, Ahtu no longer paid attention to the girl. He turned to look at the crowd of onlookers and loudly said, "You've all seen...

We are P.B, our purpose here is not to destroy your lives but to help you rebuild them.

You may not agree with us, may not like us, may even dislike us...

But that's okay, come honestly to register, we will provide you sufficient supplies and help you build new homes...

Our only request is that, within our territory, weapons aren't privately held.

If your home is harboring terrorists, no worries, I'm giving you two days...

Send them away or hand over their weapons, let them forget their identity or leave here to join their comrades."

As he said this, Ahtu looked at the discussing onlookers, giving them time to digest...

After waiting about 10 minutes, Ahtu waved his hand to dismiss some seemingly inquisitive people and loudly said, "I will be working here, you have two days to come to me for registration.

After two days, unregistered people need to relocate to edge areas to free up building space for collaborators.

You've seen the situation at Mukalla Port, our boss needs to hire many people to work for him.

You were all dock workers or fishermen once...

As long as you collaborate, you can quickly regain your lives!"

Finishing this, Ahtu looked at several men with obvious fisherman characteristics and said, "Let me tell you some news...

Our boss has ordered 500 fishing boats, these boats will be freely given to those most cooperative...

As long as we drive away those Al-Qaeda members, we can restart the Gulf of Aden's fishing industry.

You may not believe me, but you must believe what you see and hold...

There are good people in this world, those who care about the underprivileged!

Our boss is one of them!

Don't disappoint my boss because the price is too big for you to bear!"