America's Big Hero Chapter 374

Chapter 367 Capture the Port of Dakhla!

Chapter 374: Capture the Port of Dakhla!

After a few simple greetings, Childe Oscar said: "I know that Mr. Sean likes to talk about things simply, then I will say it directly."

Sean raised his hand to signal.

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

Sean raised his brows and tilted his head to look at Child Oscar, "I remember correctly, Legg Mason is a shareholder of McPherson Mining Company. We should be in a competitive relationship, right?"

"There's nothing wrong 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 it's necessary to cooperate with Legg Mason." Sean looked very proud at the moment.

Child Oscar didn't care, smiling as always.

Capitalists are like this. As long as they have interests and strength, they will make you feel the warmth of comradeship.

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

Sean pouted secretly, whether you like it or not, don't delay Lao Tzu's entry into this business, but the name of the largest supplier of phosphate mines in the United States is still quite bluffing.

"In half a year, at most a year, the largest supplier of phosphate mines in the United States will become my West African mining company." Sean looked at Childe Oscar with burning eyes, business is business.

Childe Oscar twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that Sean was tough and arrogant, but he still felt angry when he was face to face, it was crazy!

With great power, you can do whatever you want!

But he couldn't refute it. It was precisely because he knew that Sean, the big crocodile, would be turned upside down after rushing into the phosphate mining industry, and it would inevitably lead to a major reshuffle in the industry, so Legg Mason had to come together.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, I like the word enjoy life." Sean's mouth slowly turned up, "Okay, talk about your plans."

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

Fake!

Sean sat up straight, stared at Child Oscar for a split second, raised his hand and tapped him lightly, fuck, 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 hit the stock to the brink of delisting, and then use their American status to negotiate acquisitions to get the ownership of McPherson Mining Company at a very low price.

In this way, Sean has the development approval of the Western Sahara People's Front in his hands. They have obtained the mining license of the Moroccan method, and the two sides cooperate. Then no matter how the situation in the Western Saar region develops in the end, Legg Mason's investment will be able to preserve its value.

No, they can make a **** fortune if the financial markets do their thing!

This abacus is playing, crackling!

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

"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 by a drunk driver of a big truck into a meat pie." Sean said with a smile.

Childe Oscar's expression stiffened on his face, and his flesh kept shaking. After a while, he forced out an ugly smile, "Dang, of course."

It was the first time he was threatened in person, but he didn't dare to refute it, because Sean had the strength to do it all.

"How many shares do you have in McPherson Mining?" Sean asked with a smile, as if he was not the one who threatened people just now.

"35%."

"I only leave you 10%, no more. I will call you how much this operation will cost, and someone will follow your team to watch." Sean said blankly: "Trust me, this is It's not that I don't believe you, it's for everyone's sake."

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

Childe Oscar waved his arms excitedly, but he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sean's wave, "Without you, I can get 100% ownership of the Bukla Mine. Cesar is a disputed territory, and it is beyond the law. Hell, the Moroccans can't stop me, and in five days, my fleet will arrive in Western Sahara, a formation of guided missile destroyers, an army of 2,000 men!”

"Of course, I have a good heart, so I'm willing to give Moroccans a decent reason."

When he heard that Sean's fleet was about to arrive, Child Oscar immediately shut up.

There is no way, Sean is going to push, in the face of absolute power, everything is false.

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

"Okay, I'll send it off to you." Sean changed his indifference and got up with a smile.

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

Yesterday, before coming to Spain, at an internal meeting of Legg Mason, the directors discussed the matter of Sean's sudden involvement in phosphate mining.

Suddenly, a director came up with a question, could the death of Hassan II be... the atmosphere was very depressing at that time!

No one dared to open their mouths.

Finally, the chairman took the lead.

It's not that there is any evidence, it's mainly that the angle of view of the problem is different.

This group of Americans looked at the problem from the point of view of the ultimate beneficiary of the phosphate mine. Hassan's death made the situation turn abruptly, and Sean's difficulty in winning the Xisa mining rights was lowered by several levels.

Although there is a sequence of events, from the point of view of interests, Sean is suspicious and not small.

Of course, from the perspective of Morocco and the country, the murderer is undoubtedly Cesar.

Compared with the mere phosphate mining, which is a global market of only about 50 billion per year, the change in the strategic situation of the two countries is amazing!

It is no longer possible to simply use profit to distinguish.

Looking at the problem from different angles yields different results.

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

Not long after Child Oscar left here, ADM's Belloc Tunney went to the island where Sean was.

Getting off the yacht, Belloc Tunney stood on the land and sighed heavily. He really didn't expect that he would get on the pole and find Sean so quickly.

special!

The ghost knows that the situation has changed so quickly, how long has it been since I first found Sean and talked about the phosphate mine!

As soon as Sean left the United States, Belloc Tunney flew directly to Southeast Asia. He didn't even bother to think about the partnership to open a fertilizer plant. Sean told ADM to focus on the expansion of its business in Southeast Asia.

Mainly, the prospect that Sean paints is too broad!

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

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

He couldn't help but think about it.

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

What's the matter, you won't die sooner or later!

They don't care about the **** situation in Morocco, who succeeds the king or the war in Western Sahara, ADM only sees Sean's chance.

Seeing Belloc Tunney, Sean came up and said, "Why is ADM ready to accept my investment?"

Belloc Tunney looked constipated, but before he could say anything, Sean said again, "Do you know the details of Legg Mason."

Belloc Tunney stood up abruptly, "Mison looking for you?"

Sean smiled and nodded.

"Damn it!" Belloc Tony suddenly gritted his teeth, his face was ugly, and this expression made Sean happy.

After a long while, Belloc Tunney said with a gloomy face: "There is Cargill's shares behind Legg Mason."

Ha, Sean was instantly 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, I won't 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 big!" Belloc Tony's chest rose and fell, and it was 45% when he came up. What's more, this is impossible!

Don't Southeast Asians need to win over business in Southeast Asia? !

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

"Okay!!" Belloc Tunney gritted his teeth and agreed, he knew that Sean was showing his means to ADM.

Morocco.

Muhammad VI never competed with his uncle Moulay al-Sidi bin Yusuf. The situation is stronger than others. The Western Saharan Front has become more active these days, and the attacks have never stopped. The sand embankment line is under enormous pressure.

Although the sand **** limited the active range of the Western Sahara, it also tied the hands and feet of the Moroccans, making it difficult to counterattack.

Of course, the main case is that the meaning of counterattack is not found.

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

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

While Morocco increased its troops in Western Sahara, the umbrella fleet also passed through the Strait of Gibraltar and reached the Atlantic Ocean.

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

Dakhla, on a long and narrow peninsula, is close to the Atlantic Ocean. It is a port city in the southern part of the Western Sahara, with a population of 21,000. Sea ships can be parked in the harbor on the west side.

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

In the port, there are fishing, ship repairing, fish processing, steam ships going between the Canary Islands in Spain, and there is a small airport, which is an important station on the route between Europe and South America.

Currently in Moroccan control.

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

The situation has been tense recently, and the military camp is also chilling.

Suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound was heard, followed by an explosion of 'Boom', and smoke and dust rose violently in the military camp.

As the first cannonball landed, the sound of "Boom", "Boom", "Boom" and "Boom" sounded nonstop, and the barracks was in chaos, and a harsh alarm sounded.

In the distance, a large swath of yellow sand rose up, like a long dragon, rushing horizontally towards the barracks. It was hundreds of thousands of people who ignored the smoke and dust brought by the rushing vehicles. The Xisa People's Formation, which was originally active on the sand embankment line, suddenly widened. Shifts have occurred in the southern regions.

There are more than 100 vehicles of all kinds, including Soviet tanks, Soviet armored vehicles, and more jeeps or Toyota pickups.

The reaction of the Moroccan army barracks was also very fast. Under the artillery fire, a large number of Moroccan army soldiers entered the fortifications that had been arranged in the barracks. Tanks and armored vehicles were also activated. First, there were sporadic artillery fire, and within a few minutes, the Moroccan army artillery fire also became a little denser. Started fighting back towards the place where the smoke was rising.

The war in the Sahara Desert is as rough as this desert, there are no bunkers, there is no high ground competition, and the exchange of fire is a desperate output.

The Western Saharan Front still had too few artillery pieces, and the intensity of the shelling was far from enough. At the beginning of the counterattack, some unlucky vehicles were blown up on the charging road, and the vehicles rolled and flung more than ten meters away.

As soon as the convoy of the charging Western Saharan Front was shelled, it immediately looked like a smashed ant nest. It looked messy, but it spread out regularly.

As soon as the accelerators of the jeep and pickup truck were stepped on to the bottom, the wheels took the yellow sand and rushed towards the Moroccan army in a scattered formation.

The charging convoy dispersed, and the success rate of the shelling, which was not high, was even lower. The two sides obviously had expected this situation. Soon, the sound of the rapid-fire guns of the Moroccan army base sounded, "dong", "dong", "dong", The rapid-fire guns aimed at the convoy in front of them and started strafing.

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 by artillery shells.

Any pickup or jeep will be swept away by the small-caliber rapid-fire guns, but the vehicles of the Western Sahara seem to be unaware, and they will rush when the accelerator is pressed to the bottom.

Of course, it's not like doing nothing, rushing diagonally, and swaying around, all of them are old opponents who have played against each other many times on this land, who doesn't know who.

The distance between the two sides is not very far, only 10 kilometers. In an open desert, the jeeps and pickup trucks that rushed in front of them soon approached the Moroccan army position. Several pickup trucks came across. The voice sounded, and firepower began to pour towards the Mojun position.

Immediately, the firepower of the Moroccan army had a short pause.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, without waiting for the vehicle to stop at all, on the pickup, there were people from the Western Sahara People's Front jumping down on the jeep, rolling in the yellow sand for a few times to drain the impact, and then crawling up, holding the 60 mortar in his arms. 'Kacha' stood on the sand.

There were soldiers who specially protected the ammunition packs on their chests, rushing over and stuffing the shells directly.

Protection?

nonexistent!

Whoever gets swept to death is unlucky!

aim?

Not required!

Such a big base, just bang!

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

More than 40 cars rushed up alive, and a full 200 people jumped out. Those empty cars began to scramble on the front line of the Moroccan army, trying to attract firepower as much as possible!

More than 80 mortars fired successively, pouring firepower on the Moroccan army camp with their eyes closed.

In the first round, more than 80 shells landed on the land with a radius of 1 million square meters. In fact, it is not too much. However, starting from the second round, most of the shells with a slightly adjusted angle were concentrated near the front line, and the effect came out immediately!

Mo Jun's firepower instantly weakened a notch again!

Regardless of the cost and the loss, he would either empty his shells or be smashed to pieces by the Moroccan army's machine guns.

The intensive shelling only lasted for less than a minute. There was no way. In pursuit of 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 pounds, they could only carry a dozen or so. That's it.

But thousands of artillery shells smashed past, and the unprepared Mo army camp was still stunned.

This bought the most precious time for the troops that 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 braking suddenly.

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

This group is all carrying RPGs, and their purpose is to take advantage of the weak firepower of the enemy and 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!"

After the artillery attack, heavy machine gun strafing, and intensive mortar bombing, this wave of fixed-point removal has an extremely significant effect!

In just one minute, the Moroccan army's counter-attack was almost invisible, only the three tanks standing on the front roared, but for the small target of two people and three people, it was really cannons hitting mosquitoes.

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

The PF soldiers didn't run far when their weapons were empty. They just found a shallow bunker and threw themselves on the ground. It would be wrong to say that there was no bunker in the desert.

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

All that's left is to pray!

Or say desert people are religious...

It is not unreasonable for people to be devout, and whether they will be killed by bullets is really purely a matter of God!

A tactic that Cesar had never used before, a real wave, and most of the firepower was poured out in a few minutes.

Of course, the effect is also outstanding. After the Moroccan army encountered a sudden blow, the ones who reacted the fastest and rushed to the front line were all elites.

Moreover, there is a serious shortage of personnel, the command system is chaotic, and there is not enough time. The front-line defense system cannot be fully activated at all. The designed defense capability is not even half-played before it encounters the most severe blow. The effect is completely paralyzed.

This paralysis does not matter, the tanks and armored vehicles of the Western Sarawak Front finally rushed up.

Tanks against tanks, steering, traverse, bombing, Soviet-style vs American-style, are all out-of-the-box products, and the fight is vigorous. !

Even the armored vehicle did not dare to approach the range of several hundred meters, and rushed directly through the Moroccan defense line in a half circle.

The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles roared and swept across the camp.

Not all people bypassed the tank battlefield. Two pickup trucks painted in natural yellow walked at the back of everyone's team. When the tanks on the two sides started to fight, the two pickup trucks were still more than 200 meters away.

The roof of the pickup truck is fixed with a cylinder of more than 20 cm, on which is a 1067 mm barrel.

TOW Anti-Tank Missile Type 1!

Equipped with the U.S. military in 1981, the probability of hitting a fixed target is about 90% from 500 to 3750 meters, and 100% within 500 meters. The firing accuracy during ground launch is ±0.2 meters, and the static armor penetration thickness is 600 mm. The armor penetration thickness is 200 mm/65°, and the firing rate is 3 rounds/min.

In the later period of the Vietnam War, the US Cobra attack helicopter used the Tao-style 'prototype' to attack the Vietnamese tanks, with a success rate of more than 80%.

And now on the battlefield is the Dow Type 1!

At present, only YL has Dow prototypes outside the US military, Morocco does not, and other countries do not!

This is what Sean got secretly, and even the user on the car is also Sean's.

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

Morocco's tank turrets exploded, the fire broke out, and the tanks were immediately paralyzed.

"Whoosh" "Boom!"

This old-fashioned tank could not withstand such a close-range bombing by Dow, and all three tanks were paralyzed! !

The three tanks of the phalanx did not hesitate, and rushed towards the Mo army camp.

Cheers sounded from the desert on all sides, all the soldiers of the army lying on the sand!

The position has been broken through, and all the heavy weapons are lying in the nest. This base is over!

Seeing this situation, the two pickup trucks carrying Tao stopped in the same place, and they did not go in to make do. The latter should be handed over to the rushing Western Sahara army.

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

There is no way, the Western Saharan Front has limited vehicles, the transportation capacity is so large, and the Eastern Front has to make a gesture of containment. This blitzkrieg can reach this level is the limit.

Fortunately, there are only about 1,500 troops in the southern base. They were stunned by the previous wave, but now they have no resistance, and the rest is to arrest people.

While occupying the base, while gathering the prisoners, 300 or so people were separated and set off 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 of the Western Saharan Front entered this small town of 20,000 people, and immediately plunged the city into a brief chaos. 70% of the residents in the city came from Morocco, and 30% were settled by the nomads of the Western Sahara.

After all, whether it is Morocco or Western Sahara, both are Berbers. There is really no difference in culture, religion, language, and living habits. If it wasn't for Hassan II's great Moroccan ambitions, both sides would say that they are close. Not a single family.

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

No one has ever been able to peacefully unite a multi-ethnic nation into one country without using religion as a weapon!

Closer to home, the chaos ended quickly, not because of the quality and discipline of the soldiers of the Western Saturn Front, but because of the tight pressure of this task, and it is necessary to maintain law and order.

These are the most elite soldiers of Cesar.

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

In the distance at sea, a whistle sounded but no ships entered the dock.

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

On the ground, the people from the Western Sahara Array immediately signaled.

Only after the local safety was confirmed, a warship entered the port.

All the weapons on the warship were in a state of preparation. Immediately after the dock was parked, a group of American soldiers rushed down, with a small number of 200 people, and quickly took over the security of the entire port.

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

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

Transport ship~www.mtlnovel.com~ landing ship, in the sound of the crawling tracks rubbing against the ground, first 10 tanks disembarked from the ship, followed by armored vehicles, personnel carriers, radar vehicles, command vehicles, missile vehicles, transport vehicles...

The Umbrella Army officially landed on the African continent!

Looking at these advanced weapons, Salemu Ould Raisa's lips began to tremble, and he couldn't help but curse a few words in his heart, envy, jealousy and hate!

At the back, when the 17-meter-long Dong 1 was pulled down from the transport ship by a tow truck, Salemu Ould Raisa still couldn't hold back his scolding, it's **** called private armed! ?

shit! !

Ahem, it's the middle of the month, will the fathers of the readers give me a monthly pass?

In addition, there have been a lot of chasing lately...

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

Definitely Not!

Chapter end

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