Must Be Seeing Ghosts

Petrov looked at the old chief's ragtag troops with a hint of disdain.

Could these things even count as soldiers...

The old chief naturally understood what Petrov meant. His old face reddened a little, though fortunately, his dark complexion hid it from others.

Embarrassed, he said, "I have a few trucks here too. They can haul them along behind us."

Petrov nodded without comment.

If he had not wanted to leave the old chief some dignity, Petrov would have said, "Keep your trucks away from us!"

At a single command, Wagner's soldiers and Mumu's tribal forces assembled separately. Some boarded the aircraft, while others climbed into the armored personnel carriers.

The light armored vehicles Petrov had sent this time were not light tanks, but personnel carriers.

It was not that Wagner Company lacked tanks. They simply had no use for them.

Even these armored personnel carriers were more than enough to dominate the scene. Heavy machine guns were mounted on them, and each could carry over a dozen soldiers.

They handled transport and combat alike, and they were fast enough. They were definitely far more practical than sending tanks.

That was only because they had to bring along Mumu's tribal forces. If Wagner Company had been acting alone, he would not even have brought armored personnel carriers. They would have used heavy helicopters to airdrop several hundred elite fighters at once and carry out a decapitation strike!

Then they could hold their ground while follow-up ground forces arrived as reinforcements.

That would be soldiers descending from the heavens. That would be true speed above all else in war!

Now, they could only say they were being dragged down by their "allies."

Fortunately, their camp was not far from the capital, only a few dozen kilometers away, and the roads