On the field, blood dripped from the blades of the swordsmen, pattering onto and splashing into the mud.
Song Heping made an estimate.
There were at least two companies of Salafi Armed Soldiers in the area.
Quite a few of Aisade's men had already revealed murderous intent towards Song Heping.
A freakish leader naturally had freakish underlings.
Song Heping really detested these guys.
If possible, he wouldn't even blink an eye at exterminating them all.
But given the current situation, he could only temporarily conceal his desire to kill.
"Colonel, I'm doing this for your own good. Today, I am teaching your men how to use this air defense system, and among these people here, only my two engineers are familiar with this equipment. If anything unexpected happens, the deal will be messed up, and then I won't be able to explain it to the General when I return."
Song Heping looked down at the gleaming blade without even blinking.
He deliberately mentioned the deal and Peter.
This was a subtle reminder to Aisade to recognize the stakes and not let the blood rush to his head, thinking he was truly awesome.
Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, Aisade suddenly burst out laughing and retracted the knife.
"Boss Song is a cautious man. I was just making a joke just now; you don't need to take it too seriously!"
He waved his hand: "You should let the two engineers go back to their rooms to rest!"
Mohammed and Aziz felt like they had just received a royal pardon, quickly standing up to return to their rooms, but their legs gave out, and they tumbled back into their chairs.
This made Aisade even more smug, laughing even harder.
When he laughed, his men followed suit, as if they had witnessed something hilarious.
Song Heping and Jiang Feng, among others, remained silent.
Being among a group of non-human freaks, indeed, there was nothing good to say.
Now his only thought was to get the deal done quickly and then leave this place. As for afterward, heh...
All of them had to die!
The bloody "ritual" endured for almost an hour and a half before it ended.
Back in his room, Jiang Feng paced around twice before kicking a chair across the room.
"Damn this freak!"
Song Heping advised, "Calm down. We're going to be dealing with these kinds of people a lot from now on, you'll have to bear with it even if you can't stand it."
Jiang Feng sighed deeply and said, "Old squad leader, selling arms to these people, isn't that..."
"What? Do you think it's abetting evil?" Song Heping sneered, "Do you think if we don't sell to them, nobody else will? Before us, there were people who already sold to them twice, but those shipments got intercepted. Besides, between the French and the Americans, which side do you think is more noble? Which one is more righteous?"
Jiang Feng scratched his head.
He had to admit that what Song Heping was saying was the truth.
On this land of Africa, who is just?
The French?
The Americans?
Or those Salafi soldiers standing outside?
Or perhaps those government soldiers who were just beheaded?
As Song Heping said, who is nobler than the other?
There is none...
After breakfast, Song Heping took Mohammed and Aziz to give a lesson to the selected Salafi Armed Soldiers on how to use the SA-9 air defense missile system.
The use of this system was not complicated. A complete combat system included a command vehicle, a radar detection car, and a launcher vehicle. The radar and command cars had already been delivered here, only the missiles had not yet arrived.
The radar detection system used the 9S16 "Flat Box," consisting of four antennas that provided omnidirectional 360-degree coverage. This provided aircraft approach warning for optical aiming equipment and helped with target locking.
Typically, operation of the SA-9 air defense system involved the radar vehicle detecting the target, the command vehicle summarizing the data and deciding whether or not to attack, and the launcher vehicle firing two missiles at the target, using a twin-launch method to increase the probability of destruction.
The Salafi soldiers generally lacked education, which resulted in extremely slow learning progress. Song Heping, who was watching, had already learned it, but not a single one of the Salafi soldiers had managed to.
By the end, Song Heping was irritated.
He had seen clumsy, but never this clumsy.
He could only resort to the teaching method he learned in the domestic army—congregate all the soldiers learning the SA-9 system operations, select the best among them, focus on training a few who were more astute, and then have these few key members teach and guide the others.
This PLA teaching model was also highly effective in Africa. The operational skills, which Mohammed had believed would take at least a month to teach, were basically imparted in less than five days under Song Heping's instruction.
Of course, this basic operation was just that—basic, but not proficient.
On the sixth day, Song Heping invited Aisade to the training ground to inspect.
After a round of operations was completed, and those clumsy militants finally managed the entire process from search to launch, Song Heping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He simply did not want to spend another minute with the likes of Aisade.