America’s Big Hero

Chapter 374: Capture Dakhla Port!

After a few simple greetings, Childe Oscar said: "I know that Mr. Sean likes to talk about things straightforwardly, so I'll just say it straight."

Sean raised his hand as a gesture.

"Megger wants to cooperate with Mr. Sean." Childe Oscar stared into Sean's eyes and said word by word.

Sean frowned, and tilted his head to look at Childe Oscar, "I remember correctly, Legg Mason is a shareholder of MacPherson Mining Company, so we should be in competition, right?"

"There is no problem with this. Isn't business all about competition and cooperation? Within the same industry, this is completely unavoidable, and it doesn't affect anything." Childe Oscar said with a smile.

"I don't think there is any need to cooperate with Legg Mason." Sean looked very proud at the moment.

Childe Oscar didn't care, smiling as always.

Capitalists are like this, as long as you have interests, as long as you have the strength, he will let you feel the warmth of comrades.

"Let me introduce myself to Mosaic. Mosaic is the largest phosphate mine supplier in the United States and the third largest fertilizer producer. At present, our business covers 8 countries. Mr. Xiao En wants to enter the phosphate mine industry. We Mosaic You are welcome." Childe Oscar introduced with a smile.

Sean curled his lips secretly, whether you like it or not will not delay my entry into this business, but the name of the largest phosphate ore supplier in the United States is still quite bluffing.

"Six months, at most one year, the largest phosphate ore supplier in the United States will become my West African mining company." Sean looked at Childe Oscar with burning eyes, business is business.

The corner of Childe Oscar's mouth twitched. He knew that Sean had a tough personality and was arrogant, but he still felt angry when he was face to face. It was too crazy!

With strong force, you can do whatever you want!

But he still couldn't refute it. It was precisely because he knew that Xiao En, a big crocodile, would turn upside down after rushing into the phosphate mine industry, and would inevitably lead to a major reshuffle in the industry, so Mosaic had to join in.

"Of course, of course, no one doubts Mr. Sean's strength, never doubted, but why don't we make this process easier and easier." Childe Oscar complimented with a smile.

"From ore mining to fertilizer production to sales, Mosaic has a complete industrial chain and resources, which can make Mr. Xiao En a lot easier and have more time to enjoy life."

"Tsk tsk, I like the word enjoying life." The corners of Sean's lips curled up slowly, "Okay, let's talk about your plans."

"How about starting with Macpherson Mining Company?" Childe Oscar said with a smile: "Macpherson is a listed company in France. The news of Mr. Sean's visit made the company's stock start to fluctuate. This is a good time to enter .”

Falk!

Sean sat up straight, staring at Childe Oscar for a moment, raised his hand and tapped him lightly, damn, these guys are so insidious.

These guys want to take the opportunity to short their own stocks!

If nothing else, these guys will use their follow-up actions to push the stock to the brink of delisting, and then use their American identity to conduct acquisition negotiations and obtain the ownership of McPherson Mining Company at a very low price.

In this way, Xiao En has the development consent of the PFPS in his hand, and they have obtained the mining license of the Moroccan method, and the two parties cooperate, so no matter how the situation in the Western Saar area develops in the end, the investment of Legg Mason will be able to maintain its value.

No, if the financial markets do something, they'll make a hell of a lot of money!

This abacus is playing, crackling!

The most important thing is that these guys are very clear-headed and know how to pull themselves on board to prevent themselves from flipping the table when they find out afterwards.

"The method is very beautiful, I like it very much, but don't use it on me, if you don't want to be hit into a meat pie by a drunk driver driving a large truck." Sean said with a smile.

Childe Oscar's expression froze on his face, and his flesh kept trembling. After a while, he forced an ugly smile, "Yes, of course."

It was the first time he was threatened face to face, but he still didn't dare to refute it, because Xiao En had the strength to do it all.

"How many shares do you have in MacPherson Mining?" Sean asked with a smile, as if he wasn't the one threatening people just now.

"35%."

"I will only leave 10% for you, no more, I will call you how much this operation costs, and someone will follow your team to watch." Sean said blankly: "Believe me, this It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s for everyone’s benefit.”

"My God, 10% is too little, this..."

Childe Oscar waved his arms excitedly, and was about to say something but was interrupted by Sean waving, "Without you, I can get 100% ownership of the Bukela Mine. Xisa is a disputed territory, and it is beyond the law. Oh, the Moroccans can't stop me, in 5 days, my fleet will arrive in Western Sahara, a formation of guided missile destroyers, an army of 2,000 people!"

"Of course, I am kind-hearted, so I am willing to give the Moroccans a reason to live."

Upon hearing that Sean's fleet was about to arrive, Childe Oscar immediately shut up.

There is no way, Xiao En is going to push flatly. In the face of absolute power, everything he says is false.

"I will give Mr. Sean an answer as soon as possible." Childe Oscar stood up and said, "I won't waste Mr. Sean's time."

"Okay, I'll see you off." Sean changed his previous indifference, smiled and got up and said.

Walking out of the villa area where Sean was, on the way back to the main island of Canary, Childe Oscar's face was a little gloomy, and things were developing in the direction they least wanted to see.

Yesterday, before coming to Spain, the internal meeting of Mosaic Company discussed the matter of Xiao En's sudden intervention in the phosphate mining industry.

Suddenly, one of the directors asked, could Hassan II's death be... The atmosphere was very depressing at that time!

No one dared to open their mouths.

In the end, the chairman took the lead.

It’s not that there is any evidence, it’s mainly because of different perspectives on the issue.

This group of Americans looked at the problem from the perspective of the ultimate beneficiary of the phosphate mine. Hassan's death made the situation suddenly turn around, and the difficulty for Sean to win the Xisar mining rights was reduced by several levels.

Although the incidents happened sequentially, from the perspective of interests, Sean is quite suspicious.

Of course, looking at the problem from the perspective of the Moroccans and the country, the murderer is undoubtedly Sisar.

Compared with the mere phosphate mining market, which is only about 50 billion a year in the world, the transformation of the strategic situation of the two countries is astonishing!

It can no longer be simply distinguished by profit.

Looking at the problem from different angles, the results obtained are also different.

Childe Oscar kept looking at the sea outside the window, and a yacht passed by quickly not far away. For some reason, Childe turned his head and stared at the yacht.

...

Not long after Childe Oscar left here, Belloc Tony of ADM landed on the island where Sean was.

After getting off the yacht, Belloc Tony stood on the land and sighed heavily. He really didn't expect that he would find Sean on the pole so soon.

What the hell!

Who knows that the situation has changed so quickly, how long has it been since I first found Xiao En and talked about the phosphate mine?

As soon as Sean left the United States, Belloc Towne flew directly to Southeast Asia. He didn't even bother to think about the joint venture to open a fertilizer factory. Sean told ADM to focus on the expansion of Southeast Asia's business.

The main reason is that the prospect Sean portrayed is too broad!

But within two days of arriving in Southeast Asia, he heard that the fleet with the umbrella stationed here had set sail, and the entire fleet set sail, heading towards the Indian Ocean.

Crossing the Indian Ocean is the Gulf of Aden, crossing the Suez Canal is the Mediterranean Sea...

He couldn't help but think about it.

Soon, another more explosive news came, Hassan II was assassinated!

What the hell, don't die sooner or later!

They don't care about the bullshit situation in Morocco, who will succeed the king or the war in Caesar. ADM only sees Sean's opportunity coming.

Seeing Belloc Tony, Sean came up, "Why is ADM going to accept my investment?"

Belloc Tony looked constipated, but before he could say anything, Sean said again, "Do you know the details of Mosaic?"

Belloc Towne stood up suddenly, "Meisheng is looking for you?"

Sean nodded with a smile.

"Damn it!" Belloc Tony gritted his teeth immediately, with an ugly expression on his face, which made Sean very happy.

After a while, Belloc Towne said with a gloomy face, "Mosaic has Cargill's shares behind it."

Ha, Sean was immediately happy. It really is the whole industry chain, from ore mining to sales.

He suddenly entered the phosphate mining market, and several major grain merchants should not be able to sit still.

"What did you come to see me for?"

"A business in Southeast Asia."

"In this way, let me not mention ADM's shareholding. We can set up a company in Southeast Asia first. I want 45% of the shares. Don't worry, I'm not interested in becoming a major shareholder." Sean laughed.

"Your appetite is too great!" Belloc Tony's chest rose and fell, and it was 45% up. Damn, this is simply impossible!

To expand business in Southeast Asia, don't Southeast Asians need to win over? !

"Okay, okay, don't worry!" Sean smiled and waved his hands, "You can stay here for a while, the things in Southeast Asia are not in a hurry, you want to see the development of things here!"

"Okay!" Belloc Tony gritted his teeth and agreed. He knew that Sean was showing ADM his skills.

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Morocco.

Muhammad VI has never competed with his uncle Moulay Sidi bin Yusuf. The situation is stronger than others. These days, the FASIS has become more active, and the attacks have not stopped. It is nothing more than size. The harassment has been constant. The pressure on the sand embankment line is huge.

Although the sand embankment limited the active range of the Western Sahara Front, it also tied the hands and feet of the Moroccans, making it difficult to fight back.

Of course, the main situation is that the meaning of counterattack cannot be found.

Outside the sand embankment is barren, only the Gobi desert and desert, and nothing of value can be found, except for the gerbils that come out from time to time!

Morocco once again increased its troops towards the territory of Xisar, and the number of troops in Xisar increased to 80,000, which has exceeded half of Morocco's total force.

While Morocco was increasing its troops in Xisar, the umbrella fleet also passed through the Strait of Gibraltar and reached the Atlantic Ocean.

At the same time, a fleet consisting of troop carriers, landing ships, and supply ships sailing from the Caribbean Sea also arrived in this sea area at the same time.

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Dakhla, on a long and narrow peninsula, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, is a port city in the southern part of Western Sahara, with a population of 21,000, and the west harbor can berth sea vessels.

It was built in 1884 and is the first permanent settlement established by Spain on the coast of West Africa. Because of the relatively abundant spring water nearby, it attracted surrounding herdsmen to settle here, and the urban population increased rapidly.

There are fisheries, ship repairs and fish processing in the port, and there are steamships traveling between the Canary Islands in Spain. There is a small airport, which is an important station on the routes between Europe and South America.

Currently under Moroccan control.

At dusk, usually, the sky is orange, and there is a Moroccan military barracks near the traffic arteries not 30 kilometers north of the loess-colored city.

The situation has been tense recently, and the barracks are full of chills.

Suddenly, there was a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound, and then there was a bang, and smoke and dust rose suddenly in the barracks.

As the first artillery shell landed, the sound of "boom", "boom", "boom" and "boom" sounded non-stop, and the barracks was in chaos, and harsh sirens sounded.

In the distance, a large area of ​​yellow sand rose up, like a long dragon, rushing sideways towards the barracks. It was the smoke and dust brought up by hundreds of vehicles rushing regardless. Shifts occurred in the southern region.

There are more than a hundred vehicles, including Soviet tanks, Soviet armored vehicles, and more Jeeps or Toyota pickups.

The response of the Moroccan army barracks was also very fast. Under the artillery fire, a large number of Moroccan soldiers entered the fortifications that had been arranged in the barracks long ago. Tanks and armored vehicles were also activated. First there was sporadic artillery fire, and within a few minutes, the Moroccan army artillery fire became slightly denser. Start to fight back towards the place where the smoke rises.

The war in the Sahara Desert is as rough as this desert. There are no bunkers, no high ground competition, and every firefight is a face-to-face desperate output.

There were still too few artillery pieces in the Western Saran Front, and the density of shelling was far from enough. As soon as the counterattack started, some unlucky vehicles were blown up on the way of charging, and the vehicles rolled and were thrown more than ten meters away.

As soon as the convoy charging the Western Sahara was bombarded, it immediately looked like an ant nest that had been destroyed. It seemed chaotic, but it dispersed in a certain order.

As soon as the jeep and pickup truck stepped on the accelerator, the wheels picked up yellow sand and rushed towards the Moroccan army position in a scattered formation.

The charging convoy dispersed, and the success rate of the low-level shelling was even lower. This situation was clearly expected by both sides. Soon, the sound of rapid-fire guns from the Moroccan army base sounded, "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", The rapid-fire guns aimed at the convoy rushing ahead and began to shoot.

The weapons are really backward, and they are all at the level of World War II, but there is no danger to defend here, and the casualty rate is much higher than any battlefield. From time to time, charging vehicles are swept away by shells.

What kind of pickup truck or what kind of jeep, if it is swept by a small-caliber rapid-fire gun, it will be useless, but the vehicles of the Western Sacramento seem to be unaware of it, and it will rush if the accelerator is pressed to the bottom.

Of course, it's not like doing nothing. Those who are rushing diagonally and swaying are all old opponents who have fought countless times on this land. Who doesn't know who.

The distance between the two sides is not very far, only 10 kilometers. On an empty desert, the jeeps and pickups that rushed ahead soon approached the Moroccan army position. The sound sounded, and firepower began to pour toward the Moroccan army position.

Suddenly, there was a short break in the firepower of the Moroccan army.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, without waiting for the vehicle to stop, people from the Sisar Front on the pickup truck jumped off the jeep, rolled a few times in the yellow sand to relieve the impact, and then got up, holding the 60 mortar in his arms. 'Crack' stood on the sand.

A soldier who specially covered the ammunition on his chest rushed over and stuffed the shells directly.

Protection?

nonexistent!

Whoever is swept to death is unlucky!

aim?

Not required!

Such a big base, just bomb it!

The sound of "Tong", "Tong", "Tong" and "Tong" sounded, and dense mortar shells roared and fell towards the Moroccan army camp, followed by explosions of "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", and "Boom".

More than 40 cars rushed up alive, and 200 people jumped out. Those empty cars began to scurry around the front line of the motorcycle army, trying to attract firepower!

More than 80 mortars fired one after another, pouring firepower towards the Moroccan army camp with their eyes closed.

In the first round, more than 80 shells landed on a land with a radius of 1 million square meters, which is really not that many, but at the beginning of the second round, most of the shells with slightly adjusted angles were concentrated near the front line, and the effect came out immediately!

The firepower of the Moroccan army was weakened by another level in an instant!

Regardless of the cost, if the loss is not enough, either the shells on the body will be emptied, or they will be smashed into pieces by the machine guns of the Moroccan army.

The intensive shelling lasted less than a minute. There was no other way. In order to pursue speed, those who jumped off the car had limited ammunition that they could carry. Even though the shells were only the size of a mineral water bottle, about 3 catties, they could only carry a dozen of them. That's all.

However, thousands of shells were thrown over, and the unprepared Moroccan camp was still stunned.

This bought the most precious time for the troops who rushed forward.

Only 8 vehicles rushed up in the second batch. Under the cover of mortars, they rushed directly to the vicinity of 200 meters before slamming on the brakes.

Hulala jumped down with 20 people, and then found a small slope, squatted down and started aiming, and the people behind him began to quickly reload.

This group is all carrying RPGs, and their purpose is to take advantage of the enemy's weak firepower to destroy the enemy's fortifications at close range.

Such as rapid-fire guns, such as machine guns, such as armored vehicles, such as tanks.

"Whoosh!" "Boom!"

"Whoosh!" "Boom!"

"Whoosh!" "Boom!"

After the artillery attack, the heavy machine gun fire, and the intensive mortar bombardment, this wave of targeted killing is extremely effective!

In just one minute, the Moroccan army's counterattack was almost invisible, only the roar of the three tanks standing on the front line, but for the small target of two or three people, it was really a cannon hitting mosquitoes.

The front direction of the entire Moroccan army base was in a mess, and the fortifications built with sand and soil were almost completely destroyed.

When the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the PFD were empty, they would not run far. They just found a small bunker and threw themselves on the ground. It would be wrong to say that there is no bunker in the desert.

Even in the Gobi Desert, there are small ups and downs everywhere, twenty to thirty centimeters, all you can do is to find a slightly low-lying place to lie on your stomach.

All that's left is to pray!

Or say that the desert people are devout...

It's not unreasonable for people to be pious. Whether they will be killed by bullets really depends on God!

A tactic that Xisar had never used before, the real wave, only took a few minutes to pour out most of the firepower.

Of course, the effect is also outstanding. After the Moroccan army encounters a sudden blow, the fastest to react and rush to the front line are the elite.

Moreover, there is a serious shortage of personnel, the command system is chaotic, and there is not enough time. The frontline defense system cannot be fully activated. The designed defense capability is not even fully utilized before being hit hardest. The effect is complete paralysis.

This paralysis didn't matter, the tanks and armored vehicles of the Western Sahara finally rushed up.

Tanks meet tanks, turn, move sideways, and bomb, Soviet-style vs. American-style, they are all outdated products, and they fight vigorously. The soldiers lying on the battlefield don't care about anything else, just run away !

Even the armored vehicles did not dare to get close to the range of several hundred meters, and rushed directly past the Moroccan defense line after a half circle.

The heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle blared and fired all over the camp.

Not everyone bypassed the tank battlefield. Two khaki-painted pickup trucks were at the back of everyone's team. When the tanks on both sides started fighting, the distance between the two pickup trucks was more than 200 meters.

A cylinder of more than 20 centimeters is fixed on the roof of the pickup truck, on which is a 1067mm gun barrel.

TOW anti-tank missile type 1!

Equipped with the U.S. military in 1981, the hit probability of fixed targets is about 90% at 500 to 3750 meters, and 100% at 500 meters. The shooting accuracy when launching from the ground is ±0.2 meters high and low, and the static armor thickness is 600 mm. The armor penetration thickness is 200mm/65°, and the firing rate is 3 rounds/min.

In the later period of the Vietnam War, the U.S. Cobra attack helicopter used the TOW "prototype" to attack the Vietnamese tanks, with a success rate of more than 80%.

And now appearing on the battlefield is Dow Type 1!

At present, only YL has the Dow prototype outside the US military, Morocco does not, and neither does other countries!

This was secretly obtained by Sean, even the occupants of the car belonged to Sean.

Without any hesitation, aim and launch, at a distance of about 500 meters, "whoosh", the 1164 mm long missile was shot out from the launch tube, and after a few seconds, "Boom!!"

Morocco's tank turret exploded, the fire burst into flames, and the tank was immediately paralyzed.

'Whoosh' "Boom!"

'Whoosh' "Boom!"

This kind of old-fashioned tank couldn't withstand such a close-range bombing from Dow, and all three tanks were paralyzed! !

The three tanks of the People's Front did not hesitate, and rushed towards the Morocco camp.

Cheers sounded from the desert on all sides, all those PFLP soldiers lying on the sand!

The position has been breached, and all heavy weapons have been laid down. This base is over!

Seeing this situation, the two pickup trucks carrying Dow stopped where they were, and did not go in to make do with it, leaving the rest behind to the large troops of the Western Saes who were rushing up.

It is said to be a large army, but in fact there are not many people, less than a thousand.

There is no way, the vehicles of the Western Saes are limited, the transportation capacity is only so large, and the eastern front has to make a containment gesture. It is already the limit for this blitzkrieg to be fought to this extent.

Fortunately, there are only about 1,500 people in the Moroccan army at the base in the south. They were stunned by the previous wave of beatings, and now they have no resistance. The rest is to arrest people.

While occupying the base, while gathering the prisoners, 300 people were separated and marched towards Dakhla.

Dakhla is like a tentacle extending from the mainland to the southwest sea. It is more than 30 kilometers long and only 4.3 kilometers at its widest point.

300 soldiers from the Front of Sisar entered the small city of 20,000 people, and immediately plunged the city into temporary chaos. 70% of the residents in the city came from Morocco, and 30% were settled after the nomads of Sisar.

In the final analysis, both Morocco and Xisar are Berbers. There is really no difference in culture, religion, language, and living habits. Not too much.

At this point, I have to talk about Taizu. In terms of controlling people's hearts and grasping the word "unity", looking at the thousands of years of history in the world, he is also number one!

No one has ever been able to peacefully unify multiple ethnic groups into one country without using religion as a weapon!

Closer to home, the chaos ended very quickly, not because of how qualified and disciplined the soldiers of the Western Sahara Army were, but because the mission was tight this time, and law and order must be maintained.

These are the most elite soldiers of Caesar.

More than an hour later, it was already dark, and the pier was brightly lit, which was the brightest place in the whole city.

In the distance on the sea, a siren sounded but no ships entered the dock.

There was a sound of propellers, and three armed helicopters flew over the pier and began to circle.

On the ground, the people of the Sisar Front immediately issued a signal.

Only after local security was confirmed, did a battleship enter the port.

All the weapons on the battleship were ready. After stopping at the dock, a group of American soldiers rushed down, a total of 200 people, and quickly took over the security of the entire port.

At this moment, the helicopter in the sky entered the city and started patrolling.

After the second confirmation of safety, a large number of warships appeared near the dock.

Transport ships, landing ships, and the sound of their tracks rubbing against the ground, first 10 tanks got off the ship, followed by armored vehicles, personnel carriers, radar vehicles, command vehicles, missile vehicles, and transport vehicles...

The Umbrella Army has officially landed on the African continent!

Looking at these advanced weapons, Salem Ould Raisa's lips began to tremble, and he couldn't help cursing a few words in his heart, envious, jealous and hateful!

Later, when the 17-meter-long Dong 1 was pulled off the transport ship by a tow truck, Salem Ould Raisa still couldn't help but yelled out, this is called a fucking private armed force! ?

Shit! !

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Ahem, it's the middle of the month, readers, dads, don't you want to reward me with a monthly pass?

Also, I've been chasing a lot lately...

It's not because of the slow update of fireworks, is it?

Definitely Not!