Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

Akstan is a plain country located in the north of Central Asia. Its land area is about 40 square kilometers. It is rich in copper and iron minerals, in addition to its land also contains rich oil and gas resources.

But everything has its pros and cons. It is also a veritable landlocked country - it borders Kazakhstan in the south and the Saudi Arabian Federation in the north. Maritime trade is an unattainable existence for it.

This geographical restriction on trade is actually not unbreakable.

The "Longhai-Eurasian Continent" cooperation circle has extended olive branches to it several times. Akstan only needs to "nod" to allow the construction of a new generation of high-speed railways. Then, its own goods with excess production capacity will be able to be exported, and those high-quality goods and raw materials at both ends of the Eurasian continent will also be able to be transported in at low prices.

Why can't Akstan "nod"? The reason is very simple: it is a small, poor country with a vast territory and a sparsely populated population of only 500 million.

Its national defense is weak, with a total force of less than 20 soldiers, and its equipment is outdated from the last century (some T-62 tanks have been produced for nearly a hundred years, but they can still be driven...)

Such a weak country naturally became the "strategic buffer zone" of the Saudi Arabian Federation. The latter had used carrots and sticks to make it clear that no foreign troops were allowed to be stationed in Akstan, and the first trade partner must be the Saudi Arabian Federation itself...

——This is the so-called "Sand Alliance Economic Circle". Some countries in the circle produce energy... some produce equipment... some grow food... some engage in light industry...

It was established by the Sand Federation to fight against the "Longhai-European Continent" cooperation circle, hoping to achieve "self-sufficiency" with the assistance of the Eagle Federation. Unfortunately, its effect has not been ideal (some people say that the Eagle Federation is secretly tripping up its allies...).

In this way, Akstan spent decades in poverty with a single industry and chaotic supply.

At the end of World War III, the Saudi Federation was badly wounded and forced back to its homeland. At the same time, a certain area in the circle that had been responsible for grain production suffered a severe drought. All these events finally broke Akstan's long-tightened heartstrings.

——It began to “nod” to the cooperation circle in the South.

This is normal... After all, no one is willing to watch famine coming and do nothing.

So in order to avoid starvation, Akstan finally joined the cooperation circle. It decided to exchange its own minerals and oil and gas resources for food circulated by the allies. Although the latter were also short of food at this time, it was still a little better than the situation in the north (in terms of circulation).

So, the warning from the Saudi Federation came...

They began conducting military exercises in the bordering areas and deliberately created some border conflicts.

But the people of Aksani still believe that the Saudi Federation will not really fight - after all, they have just experienced a major war, and no matter how fierce you are, you should take a few years to catch your breath, right?

Unexpectedly, the exchange of fire a few days ago shattered their fantasy...

That day, several foreign journalists went to the border area for interviews under the protection of the Akstan Red Army. Unexpectedly, they were attacked by unknown persons during the interview...

According to the survivors’ confession, the interviewers accidentally spotted figures in the woods—several fully armed “little green men.” They opened fire, killing several people on the spot and snatching away the video equipment…

They may have been captured by video equipment. Once such footage is exposed, the Saudi Federation will be put in a passive position in many aspects.

This was probably why they opened fire? Obviously, those guys were here to scout the defense line. The reinforcements that arrived later found a piece of draft paper that had been left in the woods. The details of the defense zone of the 55th Division of the Akstan Red Army were clearly drawn on it.

The sense of crisis came... The staff finally began to check the defense zone with a "disaster is coming", but found that the defense force was insufficient everywhere. The reserve forces were mobilized in batches, but the manpower was still tight.

In desperation, they had to issue an order that made them feel ashamed: allowing foreigners with military service experience and PMCs to come to Akstan on a voluntary basis to assist the army in defense.

The so-called "volunteering" means working for free...Axtan really doesn't have the money to hire so many mercenaries to help him fight.

The only thing it can do is to provide volunteers with a meager living allowance every month. This amount of money may not even be enough for a young playboy to have fun for a day in some developed countries (after the war, young playboys can still find places to have fun).

At this time, the Third World War had just ended and the International Brigade had just completed its disbanding ceremony. A few days ago, they hurriedly recruited people again... Because the communication facilities in many areas were destroyed on a large scale during the war, they were unable to find enough veterans in a few days.

PMC? That's basically impossible. Those people only care about the salary, why would they come to support the war for such a small amount of money?

As a result, the only volunteer going to Akstan... except for a few veterans whose innocence had not been washed away by the flames of war, was Xu Bin who had received the system mission...

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2061/ 9/ 2

In the northern part of Akstan, the village of "Guards" is less than 50 kilometers away from the border.

A melodious song "Song of the Grassland Cavalry" came from Uncle Alexei's accordion. The villagers gathered around and clapped their hands to sing along. Only Xu Bin was left sitting on the grass, feeling extremely anxious...

It was two days ago that our team arrived in Akstan.

The task assigned to him by the General Staff of Akstan (the former called it a "commission") was to assist the 21st Motorized Infantry Battalion of the Northern Military District and local militia in completing the defense and alert tasks in the "Triangle Forest" area.

But when I got there, I found that there was a lack of almost everything: no equipment statistics chart... no personnel quality analysis table... no hydrological map... there was not even any professional communication equipment!

What kind of war are you preparing for... Relying on the AK74 and T-62 in your hands? Why do I feel like these equipments have survived longer than dinosaurs?

Roaring in his heart, Xu Bin finally waited for Alexei to finish playing the old song.

"Um, uncle..."

He quickly interrupted the other party's thoughts of playing the next piece, raised his hand and said, "When can the new map I want be delivered... Are you sure those people have drawn the contour lines?"

"Sure, sure..." The uncle replied with a smile:

"Comrade Amir has gone to get it for you. He rides very fast on a horse. Just sit and wait!"

As he said this, he started playing "The Hawthorn Tree" again...

It was difficult for Xu Bin to appreciate these songs—the Akstan Red Army had not fought a war for more than a hundred years, and Xu Bin actually saw in them the shadow of the old alliance's old army.

I really don't know whether this comment is a compliment or criticism... In short, they don't have any of the equipment or statistical tables that a modern army should have. Other armies can send information with just a click of a finger, but here they have to send a second lieutenant on horseback to get it.

Oh my god, I can no longer have confidence in our friendly forces this time...

"Mr. Xu, come and have a drink..." A girl handed over a bowl of kumis with a smile.

After taking the wine bowl, Xu Bin bowed slightly to express his gratitude as usual, and was almost mistaken for a Japanese by the girl.

The milky white wine soup, with its sweet taste, moistened his throat and calmed his anxious heart a little.

Akstein...it may lack everything, but it will never lack that simple enthusiasm.

Xu Bin gulped down a bowl of milk wine, and only after finishing it did he suddenly recall - it is during the war preparation period, how could you militiamen invite me to drink?

I have to say that the locals are really generous. Uncle Alexi next to me drank more happily than me... After finishing a big bowl, he raised his hand to indicate that it was not enough.

The girl brought the wine jug with a smile, and after refilling the uncle's bowl, she walked towards Xu Bin... The latter quickly waved his hand to decline the kindness and returned the wine bowl.

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The villagers were so welcoming to us, probably because the troops had come here to work here... They all knew that there were very few people willing to come here to help in the war, so they were particularly enthusiastic in their hospitality.

Yesterday we saw some international volunteers on the south side of the defense line. They were mainly doctors and nurses. They set up a field hospital in the settlements in the rear. The herdsmen even roasted a cow and sent it to those people.

What a warm and kind group of people they are...it would be great if they could stay away from the war.

I was secretly sighing in my heart when I heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind me...

"Whoa!" A young man jumped off his horse. After landing steadily, he saluted and reported to Alexei:

"Comrade Captain, I have brought back the map you requested."

"It took 1 hour and 22 minutes. Very good, Amir!" After looking at his watch, Alexei stood up and patted the other person on the shoulder.

The "Second Lieutenant Amir" in front of him is a yellow-skinned nomadic person from the local area. He has a neat short haircut and no stubble on his face except for sweat.

He should be about the same age as me.....? Xu Bin thought to himself, and then looked at Alexei.

This is a Slavic uncle with a mustache, a member of the Oroshia tribe. His skin is even rougher than that of the herdsmen, and there is some white milk wine on his beard without him realizing it.

The two of them will be Xu Bin's partners in the future, and they seem a little unreliable...

——The uncle is a militia company commander with the rank of captain in the reserve force; Amir is his follower with the rank of second lieutenant in the reserve force.

As a second lieutenant in the reserve, Amir really dreams of transferring to active service and becoming a commander.

But there are elderly people at home who need to be taken care of... Having just graduated from college, he cannot serve in the army, so he has to be a "lone commander" in the local militia company.

"Comrade Xu Bin... Oh, Mr. Xu." Amir smiled awkwardly. "The village chief's family slaughtered another sheep for you today. They said they wanted to hold a luncheon for the boss of Griffin Security Company. I hope you can come and attend."

"Oh my god, why are you still killing me?" Xu Bin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry:

"We have already eaten two cows and two sheep from the herdsmen's home. Even if the animal husbandry industry is well developed, you can't treat them like this..."

"What's the big deal? You are guests who came all the way from Afghanistan and helped us fight the war." Amir laughed, "If we treat you badly, it would be a shame that cannot be washed away even if you jump into the river (local proverb), and people from other regions will look down on us."

As he spoke, he handed over the small steel kettle hanging on his chest—it was filled with coffee that was sold at a very high price in the local area.

In Akstan, almost no one grows or imports coffee beans, so this type of product is sold at an extremely high price here and is as rare as a luxury item.

When he first arrived here two days ago, Xu Bin just casually complained that "coffee is not sold in town." As a result, Amir rode to the next city on horseback that day and bought some dark roasted beans with his own money.

It’s a pity that it’s still difficult to find a coffee grinder in this poor place.

Amir spent two hours boiling beans yesterday, and only then did he learn that they have to be ground into powder before they can be used to make coffee.

So he took advantage of the fact that he went to the rear command post today and borrowed the hand-cranked grinder from his superiors and spent half a day grinding it before bringing back a bag of coffee bean powder for Xu Bin.

This was a gesture of great kindness that Xu Bin could no longer refuse. Amir said another proverb: "For a guest to not accept the host's kindness is an insult to the host."

So in the end, Xu Bin blushed and accepted the kindness of the village chief. Uncle Alexi asked two people to divide the roasted whole lamb. At Xu Bin's request, one part was given to the medical volunteers in the rear, and the other part was stuffed into the transport vehicle and taken back to the "Triangle Forest Defense Line" by the three people.