Hou Dasheng understood that the crow took his people away very well. This was not only a war for him, nor was it a war for him alone. To be more precise, this was not even a war for him. Perhaps, in his opinion, it was just a game.

The major event of life and death in your eyes may be just a matter of others. Although Hou Dasheng still doesn't understand what happened, he can at least be sure that this is the last test of the jackal. Once he passes, he will officially become a verbal among investors.

If it is beaten here, it only means that the jackals are not enough to become a group among investors that are qualified to talk about. All signs also indicate that some investors who hold certain power have participated in this matter. This is actually equivalent to a war between the crows and them.

Including Hou Dasheng, the army, veterans, and even service providers, these are all bargaining chips and resources for the two sides to play. Now that the game has been going on, Hou Dasheng can see that no matter how stupid Hou Dasheng is, he will be able to see that the crow's opponents are completely defeated. If they still have the ability to continue, they will not call Hou Dasheng to request a settlement.

If Hou Dasheng refuses, it means that Hou Dasheng stands on their opposite side - it is also the case. In this war, the jackals were involuntarily involved. When they entered this game, their preset position was from the crow camp.

For this reason, they were surrounded and intercepted. Hou Dasheng was even attacked and killed for a while. The other party never gave up and let the jackals completely wipe out. In this game, Hou Dasheng didn't know what the crow had intervened in.

The only thing he could confirm was that the crow did not intend to show up at the beginning. Unless Hou Dasheng and the others reached a level that was enough for him to meet in person, he would only be hidden behind the scenes. This was like the core team of jackals, and they would be absorbed into the core team unless they had been tested and eventually became a real jackal.

Although Hou Dasheng and Raven are in different organizations, they both adopt the same selection model - the assessment standard system. The difference is that the assessment methods and standards they choose are different. As jackals with priority in force.

The most basic requirement in the assessment is that force must meet certain standards. We must start from the grassroots level and gradually become the core players of jackals. Then, if they themselves do not know that they will accept the assessment, they will conduct the assessment. Only those who pass will be gradually included in the system for targeted training.

Of course, no one of the examined people knew that they were being tested. They would not even know that they were eliminated or were admitted. Hou Dasheng did not gradually know that they were not absent until he became the leader of the jackal. In fact, every jackal has a chance.

When they join the jackal, they will start the assessment. However, no one will tell them these. Those who meet the standards will be sent to training under certain names. Of course, they also need to undergo various assessments. These assessments are completed without them knowing them.

For example, Hou Dasheng is like this. He didn't know that he had been undergoing assessments all the time. If he failed in these assessments, then even if he achieved something, he would only be a core member of the jackal and would not become the leader.

Only by undergoing rigorous assessments and not falling into these assessments or being disabled or retired from them can you have the opportunity to become the leader of the jackal. Of course, Hou Dasheng also lost this qualification. That was when he was diagnosed and was never able to engage in strenuous exercise in his life. He might even be paralyzed at any time and die of physical failure.

But when he was confirmed and had recovered, his qualifications rose to the highest level. Because this has never happened in the history of the jackal. At the same time, he suffered all this for the jackal. So in the end, he was set up with the ultimate test of whether the jackal would suffer a catastrophe and whether he would come to save it.

Hou Dasheng passed. Even though he was dissatisfied, no one dared to oppose him becoming the leader of the jackal. A few months before the giant wolf died, he was following the giant wolf little by little and taking over the operation of the entire jackal. It included many lifelines and secrets that only belong to the leader of the jackal.

Those secrets are the foundation for jackals to survive so many world turmoil and bipolar struggles.

There were constant footsteps coming from the forest. Hou Dasheng knew that the jackals were beginning to prepare for positions. The battle between the two sides was impossible for the other party to come empty-handed. The jackals needed to prepare a lot, including a large number of camouflage, tunnels, and even landmines.

The advantage of forests is that they cannot use large-scale artillery. In this area of ​​Europe, even if it is declared a military exercise area, it is obviously inappropriate to use a large number of artillery. Moreover, it is a big project for them to transport artillery. They will not have time or ability, and they will do so through channels.

"At most, there are only stingers, M136, if you want them, there are some Soviet ones. But if you dare to hit the cannon, I dare not give it to you." At this time, Amsterdam Gronval was having a meal with a blond and blue-eyed Slavs with a hooked nose in an air restaurant.

There were few guests in the restaurant, and there were all over the room full of bodyguards. They looked around vigilantly, completely ignoring the beautiful scenery outside the top floor restaurant.

The Slav, wearing a gray suit, muttered while cutting the steak in front of him, "Sir, I don't care who you are going to fight with and how you want to fight. What I care is that my goods cannot be used in Europe. OK! You have a lot of money, so I agree that you have limited use in Europe. But what do you want to use?!"

"God! Artillery! God of War! You also want a 155 caliber. Are you going to make me chased by the whole of Europe?!" The Slav wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said with a wry smile: "I'm a weapon dealer, and I'm not wrong in doing a life-threatening job."

The man looked at Gronval and whispered: "But I'm going to be dead, this means I have at least a chance to survive. The profit is big enough that I can let some big people say something for me and cover it up. But if this is 155, who do you think will speak for me if you use it in Europe? Who dares to speak for me?!"

"Sir, playing life does not mean seeking death. At least there is a chance to survive. If you seek death, you will definitely die. There is a big difference between them." But he paused and continued to cut the steak on the plate: "155 is impossible. If you want me to give you the rest. All are spot. Price..."

Gronval picked up the red wine glass in his hand and whispered: "Dusaev, the price is three times that of your usual day. You know how to prepare the ammunition ration. By the way, I need some people to do it. Do you have someone on your hands?! The kind that can fight, the kind that wants to be crazy."

"Oh~ I'm really sorry, my people have been sent out to work, and there are only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people left in their hands." The Slav man named Dusayev spread his hands and smiled out of the corner of his mouth: "You can ask the service station, or post a task there. Many good players will go find work with them."

Gronval lost interest in talking, and drank the wine in his glass and stood up: "I will give you an hour to prepare, and the things I want must appear at the designated location. Don't worry, I will not lose your money. But if the things are wrong, you won't get a penny."

"And, I will find you..." Gronval left with his men and left straight.

After he left, Dusayev slowly put down the knife and fork in his hand. The smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, replaced by a hint of sharpness. Several people with him surrounded him, one of whom seemed to be the bald man of his deputy, stood beside him and whispered: "Boss, why didn't you agree to get him some hands just now..."

"That guy is doing a business that he is not sure about himself. I will support him?! Am I looking for death?!" Dusaev said coldly: "I can't figure out the details of this guy. He said it was introduced to him by Sasha. I asked Sasha, but Sasha only said that he could trust him. No matter the price or anything, he refused to say anything extra..."

But Dusaev paused and whispered: "Sasha thought that people who were difficult, and people who dared not easily tell him their identity. Do you think they were simple people?! Look at what he wanted, this is enough weapons and equipment to arm 2,500 people! Fortunately, Sasha told me that he was using them in Europe..."

"Damn it! Sasha really introduced me to a good job. This bastard is obviously not an ordinary person. He is a lunatic, a lunatic with great background and ability. He actually asked me for 155 guns! God testified that he would use 155 guns in Europe?! I will be hunted and shot all over the world by those Yanggerus Saxons and Germans! I haven't enjoyed enough yet and don't want to die."

He breathed a deep breath and Dusayev said quietly: "We must not interfere with his affairs. Selling weapons just by selling them, and giving them to him is another concept. He can use more than two thousand people here, and even fight at all costs. This level of struggle has exceeded my imagination..."

"The only thing I can be sure of is that it will not be difficult for both sides of the fight to step on me to death," Dusaev looked at his deputy and whispered: "Check our goods again and let Sasha come to see me. If that bastard doesn't give the money, I won't cause trouble for him. But I will kill Sasha, the bastard!"

Downstairs, Gronval got into a business car. Then the car started, and other cars were escorting each other intentionally or unintentionally, heading towards the suburbs outside the city...
Chapter completed!