At the Smaha Organization’s shooting range.
Brandi held an AK-47, the stock pressed tightly against his shoulder, one eye aimed down the sights.
Bang, bang, bang!
He fired shot after shot, bullets pouring toward the distant targets, and countless dense little holes appeared on them.
Feeling the recoil coming through the stock, Brandi nodded with satisfaction and set the gun down.
He had to admit—after this test firing, the gun was indeed quite good.
At least the one he’d tested was of solid quality, definitely not something an ordinary weapons factory could produce.
This had to be the work of a top-tier weapons factory.
But he’d only tested one gun. He couldn’t guarantee that every single one would be of the same quality.
“Commander, we have guns now. We can launch a surprise attack!” the commander beside him suggested.
Brandi nodded. “You’re right. Right now, Bato still thinks we’ve lost our source for firearms, that we have no guns left. This is the perfect chance to catch them off guard.”
“Everyone, back inside. We’re holding a meeting to plan our operation.” Brandi waved his hand and led his people into the conference room.
…
That night.
Inside Bato’s defensive line.
There was a military camp here, garrisoned by Bato’s soldiers along with a small number of American troops.
“Colonel Charles, are you sure we don’t need to set up defenses against Smaha?” a Bato officer asked warily, looking at the American officer before him.
Charles smiled and waved his hand casually. “No need. All of Smaha’s weapons channels have been cut off by us Americans.
Ha, in this day and age, fighting depends on weapons—on equipment. Smaha can’t even buy guns. What makes them think they can fight us?”
As he spoke, he picked up his cup, downed the strong liquor in one gulp, and took a bite of food. He looked completely at ease.
After all, as an officer sent by America to be stationed in Bato, his status in Bato’s military was extremely high—above every single Bato officer.
So within the camp, his word was law.
“Alright, Colonel Charles. I’ll listen to you,” the Bato officer said without arguing back.
Because he knew the price of arguing was getting chewed out by this American officer. If that was the case, it was better not to argue at all.
Bang, bang, bang!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Just then, what sounded like intense gunfire suddenly came from outside the tent.
Charles froze for a moment, then immediately stood up. “What’s going on?”
The Bato officer also rose and called over his guards to find out what had happened.
“Colonel Charles, I suspect the enemy may have launched a surprise attack!” the Bato officer said urgently.
Charles clenched his fists. “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The enemy doesn’t even have guns. How could they possibly launch a surprise attack on us!”
“But the current situation…”
Before he could finish, the guard came running back, looking tense, his tone even more urgent: “Report! It’s Smaha! Smaha has launched a surprise attack on us! By conservative estimates, they have several thousand men!”
“Damn it! What the hell is going on?” Charles slammed his fist hard on the table.
He really couldn’t understand—why did Smaha, supposedly out of ammunition and supplies, still have guns?
In the previous few battles, Smaha’s weapons supply had plummeted, and they’d even been outmatched multiple times.
But this time, Smaha had sent out several thousand men?
Where did they get so many weapons?
“Colonel Charles, now’s not the time to talk about this. We need to counterattack immediately! Otherwise, if they break through, it’s really over!” the Bato officer urged.
Charles nodded firmly. “Counterattack!”
…
After one night, smoke filled the air, and the military camp lay in ruins.
Members of the Smaha Organization, dressed in their uniforms, were cleaning up the battlefield and gathering what little supplies remained in the camp.
The raid had been a huge success. After deploying several thousand troops, they had taken the camp with ease.
Of course, it was mainly because the camp didn’t have many troops—only about a thousand.
Also, their surprise attack had caught the enemy completely off guard. The enemy hadn’t even been able to fight back before retreating in utter collapse.
At this moment, Menjiefu, the Smaha leader commanding this unit, looked at the soldiers’ spoils, a thrilled smile spreading across his face.
Smaha hadn’t won a victory like this in a long time.
He had to tell General Brandi the good news as soon as possible.
So he pulled out his phone and dialed the number.
…
At Smaha headquarters.
Brandi, having received the good news from the front lines, hadn’t stopped smiling.
“General Brandi, the quality of this batch of guns is just amazing! They’re sturdier than any guns we’ve bought before. Even when firing continuously and swapping magazines, there’s no jamming or duds at all.”
Hearing Menjiefu’s report, Brandi nodded thoughtfully. “I understand, Menjiefu. You did a beautiful job on this raid! Come back as soon as you can. I’ve prepared a celebration banquet for you here!”
After hanging up, Brandi let out a long breath, a look of amazement flickering in his eyes.
If before he’d still doubted Jiang Chuan’s capabilities, uncertain about the level of Jiang Chuan’s weapons factory…
Now, he had no such doubts at all.
The weapons produced by Jiang Chuan’s factory were of superior quality and solid craftsmanship. This was definitely not something a small workshop or a small weapons factory could produce.
From this, it was clear that Jiang Chuan’s weapons factory had to be a top-tier one!
And faced with a weapons factory like this, he absolutely had to seize the opportunity and work with Jiang Chuan as much as possible.
With that thought, he picked up the satellite phone without hesitation and called Jiang Chuan directly.
Beep, beep, beep…
After a series of dial tones, the satellite call wasn’t picked up.
Brandi was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he called Wang Mingyuan instead.
Wang Mingyuan’s number was one Jiang Chuan had left him, specifically so that if he had any issues, he could directly coordinate with Wang Mingyuan, who was in charge of production.
That way, whatever requests he had could be fed back immediately and adjustments made in time.
After dialing Wang Mingyuan’s number, the call was answered before long.
“Hello, Mr. Brandi. Good to hear from you.”
The voice on the satellite phone was a bit noisy. You could tell that Wang Mingyuan was probably in the production workshop.
Brandi didn’t bother with pleasantries and got straight to the point: “Mr. Wang, is Mr. Jiang Chuan there?”
“Yes, he is. Please hold on, General Brandi. I’ll hand the phone to Mr. Jiang right away.”
Brandi didn’t rush him. He sat quietly in his seat and waited for a good while. Then he heard Jiang Chuan’s voice come through the phone.
“General Brandi, long time no see. So, how are those guns? Satisfied? I imagine this batch has been a big help to you, hasn’t it?”
