The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Chapter 51: Racial Discrimination Upon Arrival?

Based on the butcher's explanation, Chen Jun knew that only the most outstanding people could stay in the Outlaw Legion, the inferior ones would be eliminated, and the basically qualified ones would be sent out. The soldiers came from all over the country.

That would mean that the French Foreign Legion is essentially the same as a wolf pack.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "The French Foreign Legion is clearly also a group of mercenaries. If they are mercenaries themselves, why do they need wolf packs to do their work?"

"They're just mercenaries, but we're professional mercenaries," Di Huo, who hadn't spoken until now, explained.

"Since they're all mercenaries, what's the difference?" Xing Tian asked, puzzled.

"If there's one major difference between the two, it's that they have different purposes for becoming mercenaries."

Di Huo was in a good mood and patiently explained, "We went to the battlefield for money, and we really had to risk our lives on the battlefield. We learned all the skills to kill."

But the members of the French Foreign Legion are different; they don't join the army to kill.

Some of them are rich young men and children of high-ranking officials who have watched too many movies and want to enter the military system through training, show off their status, and seek some excitement.

Some simply want to immigrate through military service in exchange for official French citizenship.

These people could not become real soldiers, let alone professional mercenaries. Most of them would give up after playing for a while, or die on the battlefield.

They were destined to be mere decorations, amateurs, and of little use.

All high-difficulty missions, especially overseas missions requiring actual military personnel, are left to professional mercenaries like us since the French government forces cannot be deployed.

The explanation of the primer was very detailed, and after listening, one word immediately came to Chen Jun's mind—

PMC, Private Military Contractor.

In 1999, the concept of PMC was still unclear, the most famous company, Blackwater, was still a small workshop, and the most popular model worldwide was the mercenary army model.

The wolf pack's operating model mainly involves affiliating with government agencies and specializing in handling both the dry and wet work for the government. This will be the core operating model of PMC in the future.

By affiliating with the government, they gain official backing, thus making the provision of armed services a legitimate business.

"It seems the leader of the Wolf Pack is very farsighted. This 'emerging market,' which will have trillions of dollars in the next few decades, has already been developed by the Wolf Pack. If it's managed well, the road ahead will be smoother than an airplane runway."

As someone with a forward-looking vision of the next twenty years, Chen Jun saw the door to the new century opening for him.

Although he is still just a greenhorn and has no say in the wolf pack, this does not prevent Chen Jun from starting to plan ahead.

Mercenaries are, after all, illegal international organizations, and if they want to grow bigger and stronger, they must go legit.

Only by living under the sun can one grow up healthy and strong.

As a native boy of this world, Xing Tian naturally doesn't have the visionary thinking of Chen Jun, and he wouldn't be planning to grow bigger and stronger and create new glories in the future.

His thinking and perspective were limited to what was in front of him, and he said with some dissatisfaction, "Since they are all amateurs, why are you making me train with them? Isn't this a waste of my time? Can't you just teach me?"

The wolf pack is full of top-notch fighters, while the French Foreign Legion is just coasting along.

It's no wonder Xing Tian asked that question.

"You know too little and have too much to learn. We don't have that much time to teach you, let alone provide you with systematic training."

The butcher was blunt and mercilessly blunt: "Besides Chinese and English, what other languages ​​do you two speak? Even the dumbest bear knows three languages."

Can you drive a car? Can you drive a tank? Can you ride a helicopter, a fighter jet, a ship, a warship, a hang glider, a flying wing, ski, or rock climb?

There are so many kinds of guns in the world, you can count them on your fingers, don't you want to learn?

Do you know how to perform underwater demolitions? Can you distinguish between C4 and C3 with your eyes closed? Have you ever done BASE jumping? Do you know how to rappel from a helicopter?

……

Children, you still have much to learn.

The butcher rattled off a long string of words, each one like a heavy hammer blow to Chen Jun and Xing Tian's heads, making their brains buzz.

The butcher rendered him speechless!

Before this, neither of them had ever imagined that becoming a professional mercenary would require knowing so much. Just thinking about learning so much made their scalps tingle.

"If you want to survive on the battlefield, instead of becoming corpses before you've paid your debts, then study hard and learn everything you can," Di Huo solemnly instructed.

"So, how long are we going to stay here?"

Thinking about all the things he would have to learn next, Chen Jun couldn't help but feel nervous. It would be really torturous to study here for a year or two.

"When you no longer need to stay here, we will naturally come to pick you up. I will keep an eye on you."

The butcher didn't give a specific time, but simply gestured with two fingers to his eyes, left with a mysterious smile, and turned to leave with Di Huo.

"The days to come are sure to be very interesting."

Chen Jun looked around the huge communal barracks and noticed that many of the people of different skin colors from various countries were looking at them with ill intent.

The thought that those melodramatic plots seen in movies might very well happen to me is unbearable.

Chen Jun couldn't help but laugh!

"Xingtian, let's get the luggage and beds ready first. I reckon the person in charge will be here soon, so we don't get a beating from him later."

Chen Jun gave Xing Tian a brief explanation and then walked to another empty bed next to him.

Xing Tian thought about how he would be training with this group of complete strangers from all over the world, and that he would have to train until he was as strong as them.

As a small Asian man, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Seeing Chen Jun walking towards the next bed, Xing Tian felt an unprecedented surge of envy and jealousy. If only he were that strong, that would be wonderful.

"Oh well, what's done is done."

Envy and jealousy won't solve anything, so Xing Tian could only sigh and open his bag to start making the bed.

With the ferocious-looking butcher and Di Huo present, plus the behemoth that Chen Jun stood there, the new recruits in the barracks were intimidated and dared not approach easily.

The butcher and the bottom fire have now left, and Chen Jun has gone to the next bed.

These guys are starting to get restless.

Among them was a tall, thin, hook-nosed Caucasian man who led a large group of about ten new recruits. He had a malicious look on his face and arrogantly surrounded Xing Tian.

With his shoes on, he stepped onto Xing Tian's bed and said in a mocking, strange voice, "woo...woo...look what I found here? A yellow-skinned monkey? That's quite a rare find."