Chapter 1587: A great humiliation!

Wan Pojun was not exaggerating; since the founding of the Cataclysmic Front, it had never experienced such a tragic failure and blow.

Over 1,500 people dead in one battle—what kind of concept was that?

Many mercenary organizations, from top to bottom, including those fighting and those doing chores, didn't even have that many people in total.

Blackwater, leading a large group of inadequately trained ragtag troops, followed the United States in fighting wars in the Middle East for so many years, and never had a single battle with casualties exceeding 100.

Of course, this also had a lot to do with the US military's powerful firepower equipment.

This time, the Cataclysmic Front losing so many people in one go was indeed shocking in the mercenary field.

Wan Pojun, who had just been full of confidence and boasting in front of Su Chengfeng, was now suddenly slapped in the face by such a tragic failure, and his heart was naturally filled with extreme anger.

He wished he could drag Chen Zhonglei in front of him and beat him half to death with his own hands.

But at this moment, Chen Zhonglei was in Syria, and he was beyond his reach.

He could even imagine that after today, the Cataclysmic Front would quickly become the biggest laughingstock in the entire mercenary field. He didn't know how many people would be stabbing him, Wan Pojun, in the back.

Moreover, the death of over 1,500 people, for the Cataclysmic Front, besides the loss of numbers and reputation, also meant a huge amount of pension that they needed to pay.

The people recruited by Blackwater, apart from a small number of retired soldiers, were mostly thugs from American streets. Back home, they could only do some auxiliary management. They put such people into the battlefield after simple training. Whether it was training costs or salary costs, they weren't high, and relatively speaking, the pension standards weren't high either.

But the Cataclysmic Front was different.

The Cataclysmic Front placed great importance on recruitment standards, and the threshold was very high. Every soldier of the Cataclysmic Front had actual combat capability no weaker than the current US troops, and many of them were even stronger than soldiers of elite units like the Marine Corps.

Therefore, the Cataclysmic Front's salaries were high, and the pensions were even higher.

Everyone was tying their heads to their waistbands, coming out to do this kind of work of licking blood from the blade, so they attached great importance to pensions, because once they died in battle, they could leave a generous sum of money for their families to live well.

To strengthen internal unity and soldier loyalty, the Cataclysmic Front's pension level was sixty times the individual's monthly salary.

That was a full five years of salary.

If a person's monthly salary was thirty thousand US dollars, then their pension would be one point eight million US dollars.

As for someone like Lu Zhanjun, whose monthly salary exceeded one hundred and fifty thousand, the pension alone would be ten million US dollars.

Therefore, for these fifteen hundred-plus people, the pension alone would be over two billion US dollars.

Moreover, in the Cataclysmic Front's pension system, there was also a special standard.

This pension standard of sixty times the monthly salary referred to a situation where a person died normally in battle and the complete body was handed over to the family.

If the complete body could not be left, the pension would have to pay an additional portion of mental distress compensation.

After all, no matter the funeral tradition of any country, the emphasis was the same. The earth burial tradition naturally required a complete body for burial, and even for cremation, a complete body was best. So, if there was no complete body, an additional 20 months of monthly salary would be paid.

If the body could not be handed over to the relatives at all, even if it was just broken limbs, the compensation would be even higher—adding another twenty months on top of the previous basis.

These thousand-plus Cataclysmic Front soldiers had all gone and not returned. If they could eventually take Hamid down, put the bodies into coffins, and hand them over to the relatives in a dignified manner, the cost would be relatively lower.

But if they couldn't take him down and couldn't retrieve the bodies, unable to let these people be buried in peace, then the pension standard would be one hundred months of monthly salary per person.

Calculating this way, three billion US dollars wouldn't be enough.

The Cataclysmic Front's annual profit was only about ten billion US dollars. This battle might have directly wiped out one-third of it.

Moreover, the Cataclysmic Front's market recognition would also likely decline rapidly because of this battle. Just like a company, a mercenary organization also had to pay attention to its reputation and performance. If a company had major mistakes and scandals, it would inevitably affect other clients' recognition of the company, thereby affecting the company's actual revenue.

Wan Pojun, extremely angry, immediately cursed through the phone, gritting his teeth: "You immediately gather all the Cataclysmic Front soldiers in Syria. I don't care what method you use, within three days, take that Hamid's base for me!"

"Good!" Chen Zhonglei on the other end of the phone said without hesitation: "Please rest assured, Master. If I cannot complete the mission, I will bring my head to see you!"

Wan Pojun said in an extremely cold voice: "Remember your words!"

After saying this, he hung up the phone angrily, his face extremely livid.

The young man beside him asked with shock: "Master, a mere Syria, how could it have such a powerful armed force? Should I fly over immediately to support the Green-Eyed Wolf King?"

Wan Pojun said coldly: "No need. They are just some civilian armed forces. How could they be worth my Cataclysmic Front sending two War Kings at the same time! Let Chen Zhonglei solve it himself. If he can't solve it, I will hold him accountable!"

The young man nodded gently and said: "Everything will be arranged according to the Master's instructions!"

At this moment, Su Chengfeng on the side was more or less horrified.

When that satellite phone was talking just now, it was almost like a walkie-talkie, so he heard the situation clearly. Hearing that Wan Pojun's subordinates had suffered a defeat in Syria and over fifteen hundred people had died all at once, he was also so scared that he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

On one hand, it was because this death toll was indeed scary. The entire Su family didn't have fifteen hundred guards, but Wan Pojun had lost so many people in one wave, which was indeed exceptionally shocking.

On the other hand, it was also because Wan Pojun looked really angry, and Su Chengfeng didn't dare to provoke him at this time.

Sure enough.

Wan Pojun, who had just been expressing his ambitions at the dining table, now threw the satellite phone onto the table and said coldly: "No more eating. We depart for Yanjing immediately!"

Su Chengfeng didn't expect Wan Pojun to leave as soon as he said so, and hurriedly stood up to persuade him: "Oh, Pojun, you've traveled from abroad, it's been a long journey. You should rest well for a few days first. My villa has over a dozen empty rooms. Why don't you stay here for a few days and rest? Anyway, it's still early until the Qingming Festival."

"No." Wan Pojun waved his hand with a gloomy expression and said coldly: "In a few days, it will be the anniversary of my parents' death. I have to prepare in advance, pay respects to them at the cemetery first, and then prepare the best coffins for them and prepare the grandest grave-moving ceremony. After I flatten the Ye family, I will move my parents' coffins to Mount Ye Ling!"

Su Chengfeng was just being polite; he didn't really want them to stay. After all, although Wan Pojun was very powerful, he was ultimately the head of an overseas mercenary organization, and he himself was a nationally renowned big businessman. If people knew he was in close contact with such a person, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Moreover, if the Ye family were really flattened by him in the future, and he was too close to him, others would think that he had united with him to deal with the Ye family. Once this kind of pot was carried, no one in this circle would dare to touch him.

Therefore, hearing Wan Pojun's words, he hurriedly stood up and said seriously: "Pojun, the hatred for one's parents is greater than heaven. Since that's the case, I won't keep you!" ===== CHAPTER 1588 =====