Chapter 340 The storm is coming, two worlds
West Africa.
Chad Basin, 230 kilometers north of Happy Farm.
Hassan, a skinny man, was holding a military shovel and digging trenches sweating profusely.
He is 19 years old and comes from the Iza tribe of the Bambara ethnic group.
He was once a coolie in a phosphate mine. He had to dig out phosphorite with a pickaxe for 16 hours a day in order to earn 5 cents in exchange for a day's rations and two bottles of mineral water.
Three months ago, Nigerian soldiers captured the mine and installed large-scale mining equipment and a large fertilizer plant. He also lost his job.
Fortunately, the benevolent fat black general distributed a bag of rice noodles and two buckets of pure water to all the coolies, so that they, their wives and children would not starve to death.
Later, the fat black general recruited troops, and Hassan joined him.
In fact, Hassan did not want to fight because he would die.
Once he dies, his wife and son who stay at home will also starve to death.
But the fat black general was too kind.
As long as you become a warrior, you can provide enough food for yourself and your family.
In addition, the family can also get a calf, which will be raised until next year and then given to the fat general. After the weight reaches the standard, the wife can enter the factory and the son can go to school.
Even if he died in battle, his family would still enjoy this kind of treatment.
As a result, Hassan became a highly motivated warrior.
Train hard and strictly observe discipline, for fear of losing it all.
Busy until noon.
The trenches were already taking shape.
As the break whistle sounded, Hassan stopped what he was doing.
Then open the marching bag and check the marching rations for the last three days.
Three packs of self-heating tomato, cucumber and egg fried rice, three packs of self-heating beef curry bibimbap, three packs of chicken leg and vegetable nutritious meal, and one pack of thick meat buns.
There are also ten bottles of purified water, several reconstituted trace element juices, five vacuum-packed organic apples and bananas, three boxes of three-pack General cigarettes, five cylindrical-shaped magazines, and six wooden-handled hand grenades· ··
Hassan recalled the instructor's explanation, took out a portion of beef curry bibimbap and a portion of prepared juice, and then poured purified water into the mezzanine.
"Looks like a two minute wait."
"Yes, my brother." A short, dark man next to him responded.
After finishing the self-heating lunch, the other party lay down in the alcove at the bottom of the trench, lit a cigarette, and puffed away, "Don't you want one?"
"The instructor said that you cannot smoke during wartime, especially at night."
"Haha, my brother, the war has not started yet."
Hassan nodded, worried about the upcoming battle and unwilling to chat too much. He also hid in the side pit taught by the instructor and waited.
The skinny short man is somewhat talkative, "My brother, what did you do before?"
"Working as coolies in the phosphate mines to the east."
"You are so lucky. At least the people there won't lock you up. But I can't. I work as a coolie in the diamond mines in the south. I work like an animal every day. I am whipped out at dawn and beaten again at dusk. I was put in a cage and stayed there for three years. Only when the fat black general broke through the diamond mine did I have a chance to see my son.”
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"It's a pity that my body has been tortured to death by those people, otherwise I would be like you, fantasizing about the future."
"Then why did you come to the battlefield?"
"To die... If I die at home, my son will not get anything, but if I die on the battlefield, my son will never be hungry again."
"That's just the fat black general's promise."
"Brother, look at my rotten legs, do I have any other choice?"
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"Besides, the food distributed to us far exceeds that of other warlords. Believe me, brother, before I was imprisoned in the diamond mine, I fought with other generals, but I could only eat one full meal a day. But here, not only can I They are full, and there are juices and cigarettes. What does this mean? It means that there is a super consortium behind the black fat general. They are very rich and even have a lot of food, so you can believe what the black fat general says."
The skinny short man said, tearing off the outer packaging of the self-heating lunch, putting on disposable plastic gloves as required, grabbing the beef curry rice and stuffing it into his mouth, swallowing, and continued:
"This is the best lunch I've ever had in my life, oh, damn, how could they give me such a big piece of beef, a slap in the face... this taste, oh, God, it looks like I'm going to kill three Only the enemy can repay the kindness of the fat black general."
Hassan opened his self-heating lunch in silence, put on his gloves, and found a piece of beef as big as the palm of his hand.
Two days later.
An endless stream of simple four-wheel vehicles dragged one after another anti-aircraft guns, huge-caliber field guns, and organ-shaped rocket launchers. With the help of steel plates, they crossed the trenches and rushed to the north.
Another day later.
The transport helicopters that covered the sky and the sun delivered a new round of supplies.
The food is more delicious, the ammunition is more abundant, and there are also thermal blankets, gas masks, and first aid medical kits...
other side.
Benin-Gero Air Base, West Africa.
Lao He, the head of the security department of Han Gaixi Temporary Agricultural Airport, stood in front of a large conference screen and watched 60 Bird I reconnaissance aircraft hovering 23,000 meters above North Africa.
"Where are the hot air balloons?"
One of the military advisers surrounding him said: "We have entered the suburbs of Moscow."
"Height?"
"25,000 meters."
"They can't hit that high, so they lowered it to 21,000 meters."
Half an hour later.
"Reported that the hot air balloon entered the sky over the core area of Moscow and spotted a number of fighter jets taking off, but there is no threat to us yet."
"Reduce the height of the hot air balloon again to 19,000 meters."
"The Su-30 fired three air-to-air missiles and missed."
"Continue to lower the height of the hot air balloon to 16,000 meters."
"General... no, captain, they seem to have discovered our intentions and withdrew all fighter planes."
"That's it. All high-performance MiG-25s and high-performance J11Bs are filled with S3 mixed fuel and maintain a flight altitude of 19,000 meters. Two hours later, they raid all the airports and power plants controlled by the Ice Bear oligarchs, in the oil country Mecca. Land, replenish fuel, and return to their respective bases.”
"Received, received!"
in large screens.
The Bird I reconnaissance aircraft is connected to 16 ground receiving stations, and after collecting geographical information, it marks enemy airports and power plants.
At the same time, the signals and numbers of fighter aircraft of both the enemy and ours, the types and numbers of transport aircraft, and the deployment of troops on both sides are listed.
In the center of Niger, to the north of Happy Farm, three more red wavy lines are marked.
Corresponding to the first line of defense, the second line of defense, and the third line of defense.
Although each line of defense is intermittent, once connected, it is 3,700 kilometers long.
Waiting.
The large display on the left lights up, intervening with Tijuana Group Maritime Management.
Immediately afterwards, rows of symbols representing ships were listed at the bottom of the screen.
Sail battleships, 3 ships.
Sail ironclads, 7 ships.
Modern 8,000-ton destroyers, 3+2 ships.
Three modern 2,000-ton destroyers.
15 modern 1,000-ton frigates.
21 ironclad transport ships···
A long time passed.
The screen on the right lights up and connects to the East African Corps camouflaged by the North American Marine Corps.
Similarly, the number of anti-aircraft guns, the caliber and quantity of field guns, the type and quantity of combat vehicles, the type and quantity of armored vehicles, and the deployment of defense lines...
However, Lao He knew very well that in order to defend its territory in East Africa, North America itself would in all likelihood only work and not contribute any force.
Therefore, the East African Corps can be ignored.
Of course, in order to prevent North America from causing trouble, the farming corps of oil countries have already rushed to the Gulf of Aden and are preparing to cross the sea.
If North America makes a mistake, we will immediately launch a flanking attack on the other side and eat up the Marine Corps.
An hour later.
A team of fat black men hurried over and dropped off five oversized suitcases.
Upon seeing this, the staff quickly stepped forward to enter the password.
Then, Lao He entered his password.
The next moment, the lids of five oversized suitcases popped open, revealing fifty tubular devices that resembled small arms. This is military grade - CPU.
It is made of electron tubes and transistors produced in tertiary town centers. Its working principle is different from the 'switch' or '0101' in the integrated circuit. Instead, it uses resistors and capacitors to treat current and potential differences as signals.
Although the precision of the processor is not as good as that of integrated circuits, its anti-interference ability is extremely strong.
Even if it is hit by the aftermath of the peaceful world, it can still be used.
And fifty central processors are connected to the command center in a matrix format.
The fat black man who was making a living in North Africa transmitted live surveillance of many towns in North Africa to the database.
Correspondents wandering around the three defense lines transmit live monitoring of the forward positions to the database.
The Bird I reconnaissance aircraft hovering over North Africa transmits the geographical information below to the database.
The database uses the computing power of the central processor to summarize the known information of one's own side, and then through the war system, the results are presented to the large screen of the command center, the individual computers of the frontline commanders, the fighter planes about to take off, the Bird I reconnaissance aircraft, Friendly warships in the ocean.
In an instant, the command center became a "triad-in-one command platform of sea, land and air".
All information is presented to the public simply and clearly in the form of pictures and text.
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
Includes:
The number of friendly missiles, missile power, and missile attack radius.
The distance between your own machine guns, the number of machine gun ammunition, and the machine gun attack radius.
The number of friendly fighters, the amount of bombs mounted on the fighters, and the flight radius of the fighters···
In addition, there are identification of friends and foes, enemy missile trajectories and tracking, enemy troop movements, and the number of enemy fighter planes taking off...
Lao He was silent for a moment, "Is this a military chess game?"
The fat black man escorting the CPU was slightly startled, "Military chess? Isn't this the new tower defense game on the Overlord all-in-one machine?"
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Chad Basin, Happy Farm.
The imminent war did not affect the increasing number of immigrants from the East.
After they were busy with remote planting/breeding, they gathered in groups at various business places.
Some play poker, some chop legends, some organize basketball games, and some enjoy tea and listen to operas.
Compared with the leisurely life of the new recruits on the three defense lines, it is like living in two different worlds.
Of course, some people also received some news.
"Have you heard? There's going to be a war in the north."
"Africa, isn't it normal to have a war?"
"But this time we are fighting with one million troops in North Africa and 600,000 in West Africa."
"No wonder all kinds of fighter planes have been whirring non-stop these past few nights."
"Aren't you afraid of an attack from the north?"
"I'm afraid, but there are deserts all around, or the Sahara Desert. Where are you going to run? I'll give you an agricultural three-wheeler and fill it with oil drums. Can you run out?"
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"It's like I never thought about running away."
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Moscow.
The Ice Bear leader meets with the oil industry oligarch - Brunovsky.
The sudden appearance of the hot air balloon made the ice bear feel the crisis.
Even doubting the African S1 season is a test by the other party.
If these two incidents are not handled well, once Yu Sanyuan finds out the reality of the ice bear, the opponent's next target will definitely be Siberia.
Furthermore, the confidence of the Ice Bear oligarchs in supporting the North African warlords comes from the new crops harvested this year by countries such as Ice Bear and Black Bear.
These products, which were originally intended to be sold for foreign exchange when food prices rose, are now all handed over to North Africa.
And as the war approaches, and there may even be a stalemate in the future, the Ice Bear needs to buy food.
Who to buy from?
The world's five largest grain merchants!
After the financial war, important members of the European Jewish capital were hunted down. Bunge and Louis Dreyfus, who moved to Europe, missed this year's food war.
The remaining ADM went into food additives, and Cargill teamed up with Yihai Kerry to take advantage of Yu Sanyuan to engage in foreign trade and try their best to seize the Eastern edible oil market.
It can be said that among the five major grain merchants this year, only Sanyuan Agriculture has a large amount of grain in its hands.
Ice Bear Leader, "Have you come to your senses?"
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"Yu Sanyuan induced you to promote the African S1 season, and then used the 10 grains in his hand to fight for the 1 grain in your hand. In the end, he was left with 9 grains, and when you had no grain, the war The result is no longer important, the important thing is that you go to him to buy food.”
"It's not that scary. I have already contacted Third Brother and Nanyang to purchase rice there."
"Don't you know that the Nanyang drug lords were beaten by mysterious forces and fled like rats?"
"Is this related to our plan?"
"The drug lords in Nanyang were beaten and fled, which means that the situation in Nanyang is in chaos. Every country needs food. In the end, you can only buy it from your third brother."
"That's fine."
"After buying from Third Brother, if you take the Ma Liu route, you will be intercepted by the mysterious forces entrenched in the South Sea. To the west, due to the interruption of the Red Sea route, you must go around the Cape of Good Hope, and then go around from West Africa. Now Yu Sanyuan is looking for Tijuana The group has 'borrowed' a large number of battleships and is waiting for you to come over.”
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"And if you purchase food from South America, you need to go through the Caribbean, or Bermuda, or the Bay of Biscay... You don't think those pirates are real pirates, do you?"
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The ice bear leader looked at the dumbfounded Brunovsky and suddenly felt that he was wronged.
In other words, it was such a group of idiots that prevented him from taking power!
However, he can't kill them all, otherwise the ice bear will collapse completely.
Brunovsky suddenly thought of something, "I can buy food from the EU."
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In order to restore shipping in the Red Sea, will EU capital sell you food?
The ice bear leader met the firm gaze and knew that the situation was over.
The African S1 season may last longer.
Maybe two years, maybe five years, maybe ten years...
And with the fall of the Ice Bear oligarchs, Faguo will definitely take over North Africa.
If China evacuates, England will take over.
If England evacuates, there is a high probability that someone will trick North America into taking over...
If this happens again and again, successive forces and capitals will eventually be depleted by war because they want to occupy African resources.
The result was naturally cheaper by more than three yuan.
At the same time, tens of millions of people were killed and injured, as if Africa had been completely purified.
More ownerless minerals, more ownerless land, more living space...
"The evil world grain merchant!"
The leader of the ice bear sent Brunovsky away, found out Vladivostok's opening plan, and once again boarded a special plane flying to the East.
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International Conference Center.
The West African Resources Auction House, chaired by Li Changheng, general manager of Sanyuan Agriculture, is gradually coming to an end.
A total of 439 mines were transferred this time.
The mine value and transfer price are almost 10:1.
In other words, a gold mine worth 10 yuan only sells for 1 yuan.
This caused the large-scale government-owned enterprises participating in the auction to almost seize the lead.
But the overall atmosphere is relatively harmonious.
Wait until it's over.
Li Changheng took out the battleship purchase order, "Everyone, in today's world, pirates are rampant. We have obtained so many mines. If we want to transport the minerals back, we need the backing of the motherland. I propose that each of us donate part of the funds to help the Ministry of Maritime Affairs. Purchase several large ships to escort us.”
"Director Li, will the Haibu ask for donations from us?"
"They've been drooling for a long time."
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"Director Li, who should we look for to purchase battleships?"
"Definitely the Tijuana Group."
"Director Li, I heard that some time ago, Sanyuan Agriculture approached them to purchase an 8,000-ton destroyer, but North America ordered it to cancel it?"
"This time is different. We paid the money, and David Ensig would leave the ship on the high seas, and then our people would drive the ship back. This is called picking up, not trading."
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(End of chapter)