So what obstacles are hindering his progress?
After putting down the satellite phone, Xia Yu looked at the area under the control of the Tuareg tribe that borders Algiliya on the computer screen.
The National Army plans to launch a full-scale offensive against the Government of National Accord next year. Khaltaf cannot hide this from anyone, because his first step is to take over the Tuareg territory and encircle Tripoli.
Xia Yu couldn't wait that long; his next task was to open up the trade route between Libya Algiliya and Mali.
As an area beyond the control of both factions, the territory of the Tuareg tribe, an indigenous group in Libya, contains large quantities of enriched uranium and weapons left over from war.
"So, is the focus still on the Tuareg people?"
Back at Jufra Air Base, at an internal operations meeting held in Xia Yu, Hans asked a question.
"Not entirely, there are also their arch-enemies, the Tubu people."
Xia Yu picked up the remote control and pressed a button, and the TV screen jumped to the next slide.
The Tubu, also known as the Tebu, are one of the few long-lived tribes in Afika. Their harsh living environment has made them as tough as the Sherpas. They eat only grass roots and dates every day and can trek 100 kilometers in the desert.
Therefore, in the last century, they became tribal mercenaries of Colonel Kadazo, along with their sworn enemies, the Tuareg.
To this day, they are nominally members of the Government of National Unity, but they also strongly support the National Army's fight against Essais, so they are getting closer to Khartaf.
But once the general heads south, this tacit understanding disappears, and they turn around and fight alongside the Tuareg against the National Army's advance.
"The desert belongs to the Tuareg people and also to the Tubu people. Khartaf's detachment is simply not enough to wipe out the armed forces of these two tribes. Sending the main force here is not cost-effective. It is more likely that they will tie down a portion of their forces to keep an eye on them while concentrating their forces to attack Tripoli."
Xia Yu continued her introduction.
Without this deployment at Libya, and with concentrated fire defense not intervening, the situation would have basically developed as it did.
But they've arrived. Are the colonel's former right-hand men ready to meet the challenge?
The deserts of North Africa made Rommel famous and earned him the title of Desert Fox. More than 70 years later, Rommel has made a name for himself in the Sahel region below and is now leading his armored forces back to the former North African battlefield.
"They're affiliated with both the National Army and the Government of National Unity, so it wouldn't be right for us to just attack them like this."
Hans asked a question, and foreigners also understand the principle of having a legitimate reason for seeking knowledge.
Jihuo Defense values interests, but it is not driven by them. Since its establishment, the orders it has undertaken have generally targeted targets that are not controversial. The two tribal armed groups are also not clean.
"Occupying oil fields is no big deal, but aren't smuggling weapons and trafficking people enough?"
Xia Yu continuously switched between slides, all of which contained solid evidence.
In Afica, you need a license to conduct arms deals. Without a license and without connections, you're a prime target. As long as you have enough power, you can take on the role of a thief and exploit others.
Human trafficking goes without saying. Can you believe that in the 21st century, there are still people selling black slaves in Afika?
Those who had endured countless hardships to reach Libya, the last stop on their way to Europe, ended up dying before dawn, sold off by these tribal militias for a few hundred or a few thousand dollars.
Women are a bit more expensive, men are a bit cheaper; they're both good at mining and manual labor.
They waited for these foreigners who wanted to go to the Western Paradise to enjoy happiness, while actively targeting their own people who lived scattered in Zha De, Su Dan, and Ni Ri Er.
There was no other way. The entire Libiya region only had a population of over 6 million. They were just a small tribe with a smaller population. The only way for them to grow stronger was to follow the example of the Jianzhou Jurchens and go north to capture the Jurchens and expand their power.
In ancient times, this was not a problem, but in modern times, it is a crime and must be dealt with severely.
Unfortunately, these countries have limited strength and can only bury their heads in the sand and pretend they can't see it.
But while they may bury their heads in the sand, Xia Yu, burdened with the responsibilities of the EU and the UN, has sharp eyes and must fight against the visible evils of Libya.
"Then there's no problem, just take them down."
Hans spoke on behalf of everyone.
"These are just the visible aspects. In private, the Tuareg tribe of the Libyan indigenous people and the Azawad Coordination Movement are also unclear. They did not use the equipment in Gaddafi's secret armory, and it was more of a separation."
Xia Yu also shared his guess.
Armaments capable of equipping hundreds of thousands of people will definitely be used once discovered. Using them will leave traces and allow people to discover that this shipment is related to Colonel Gaddafi.
The Azawad Coordination Movement dared to cooperate with extremist groups in Malidu and found it to be nothing, but the branch in Libya still had to follow the government!
They absolutely cannot appear to be associated with the arms depot, so even if there is contact between the two sides, they must publicly sever ties.
The Tuareg tribe, the indigenous people of Libya, have to buy their own guns and cannons. Although they seem less coordinated than the Azawad, they and the Tubu each control a large oil field and are also involved in human trafficking and arms smuggling. Therefore, there is no need to worry about their financial situation.
"The French have also made some speculations about this, but they can't intervene in Libya like they did during Gaddafi's time. At most, they can publicly support the Government of National Accord, but secretly send Javelin anti-tank missiles to the National Army. It's quite a hard job for them."
To be honest, it was a bit of a waste to use a javelin against the National Unity Government's T-62 and M60 tanks, considering that the Malaysians bought them for quite a high price back then, more than 200,000 yuan each!
These two antique vehicles only sell for this price on the arms market. I wonder if Tu'erqi will provide aid to the Leopard 2A4 when the T-80BV comes into play.
Qatar usually only gives money and not equipment, otherwise Xia Yu would really like to see the battle between the gold coin car Leopard 2A7+ and the Soviet cars.
"Hahaha"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
The Afica military police are really incompetent. Not only did they hedge their bets, but they also provided weapons from the United States. The US can easily find out the serial numbers and know that it was the same batch that was sold to them. They can't deny it.
He was humiliated at the United Nations. If he were selling his own products, he wouldn't have said a word. But 10 years of laziness has destined him for today's outcome.
"So here we came. The endless yellow sands of the Sahara cannot stop the charge of our armored forces, nor can they stop our attack helicopters and fighter jets."
With the atmosphere built up, Xia Yu began his pre-battle mobilization.
The next task is not to simply collect money, but to engage in a real battle and wipe out the two militant groups of the two tribes.
Let the surviving moderates shut down those illicit businesses and mobilize their forces to seize enriched uranium and battlefield remnants.
The Tuareg people are a greater concern than the Tubu people; they definitely know something about the secret arms depot discovered by the Azawad Coordination Movement.
"fight! fight! fight!"
Old K, who led the instructors to Jufra Air Base, was the first to shout.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Life goes on, the fight continues—that's the spirit of concentrated fire defense. The advance troops set off that very night, while the main force, carrying truckloads of supplies, entered Chatti province from Jufra province.
In the vast desert, the Tuareg people occupy the border parts of the province and most of the Obari province, while the Tubu people live in the larger Marzug province below.
The two oil fields not far apart are their core control area. Sitting in the spacious troop transport cabin of the KF-41 Lynx, Xia Yu was enjoying the air conditioning while scrolling through the aerial footage of the Sharara oil field on his tablet.
This is a large oil field that once produced 315,000 barrels of crude oil per day, but has now fallen to 175,000 barrels per day. It is also the highest-producing oil field in Libya.
Due to years of war, the country's peak production capacity of 3.3 million barrels per day has fallen to 1.1 million barrels per day, which makes the Sharara oil field all the more important.
So, assuming I were Colonel Gaddafi, and I were preparing for a comeback, would I choose Tripoli or Benghazi?
The answer is no, ports and big cities are too dangerous; if foreign powers intervene, everything will be over.
Conversely, rural areas, especially those rich in resources, are very suitable.
"So Gaddafi's secret arms depot was located near the Sharara oil field."
A sudden inspiration struck Xia Yu, and he made a bold conjecture.
Yes, in modern society, oil is money, or even more useful than cash.
Despite the fierce fighting in Syria, the oil extracted by Essex still found a market, and even the government forces had to buy it.
With the Sharara oil field, which has the largest production capacity, and weapons and equipment hidden nearby that can arm hundreds of thousands of people, Gaddafi could make a comeback.
Unfortunately, the Arab Spring came too quickly, and he was unable to escape to Sharara. He could only hide in his hometown of Sirte, which was nearby.
Then he was captured by the opposition, tortured to death, and thrown into the butcher shop's freezer, thus ending his 42-year rule over Libya. He just started primary school this year.
If Xia Yu's reasoning is correct, his contingency plan is quite good. The problem is that he has been indulging in a life of luxury for too long and has forgotten that he is first and foremost a soldier, and only secondly a president.
Even if they manage to escape to Sharara in this state, it will be difficult for them to make a comeback; they will only be able to survive for a few more years.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Liv, who was taking a nap nearby, was awakened by Xia Yu's noise and asked her husband while rubbing her eyes.
“I have a general idea of the location of the target arms depot. There is no such coincidence in the world. The Tuareg people of Libya and the Azawad Coordination Movement are definitely related. The arms depot that the Westerners and the two armed groups have not been able to find is very likely to be in their territory.”
If the desert can bury pyramids, it can also conceal an underground arms depot.
"Really? Then we can finish this deployment soon?"
Liv asked happily.
She disliked Libya, or rather, she disliked the reserve illegal immigrants who treated Europe as paradise, the tribal militias who sold people like pigs and dogs, and finally, the two proxies promoted by various powers.
This is the real Libya, the post-Gaddafi era. It feels far worse than Syria; at least Syria has a future, while here there is only war and crime.
The contrast is simply too stark. Libya at least prospered because of oil, but now the city is ravaged, and the oil that continues to be produced is being used as fuel for the war machine, keeping the flames of war burning in Libya.
It would be better to have no oil and start from scratch like those poor Afica countries.
“We can do it, but the Mongooses can’t. The EU and UN contracts are a very large framework, and it’s not something that can be solved by dealing with one or two tribal militias. They need to deploy to Khartaf to launch a general offensive.”
Xia Yu understood his wife's prejudice against Libiya. How could someone so enthusiastic about providing voluntary medical assistance not prescribe a single medicine here? Something must be wrong.
However, for a seasoned businessman, neither a one-dollar nor a one-euro note is noble or worthless when placed before him; the only question is whether he should take the money.
"Alright then, we'll go back to Marie then."
Liv was also aware of her husband's plans in the Sahel region, including the Cold War-era embassy and the aircraft graveyard, both of which were very important.
"We need to go back. The runway at Kidal Airport is under renovation and will be completed in another quarter. After we deliver that batch of mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles, we will return to Asia."
Xia Yu told his wife about his plans for the company in the second half of the year.
With the final modifications completed, the Resilient-class is expected to be officially delivered in June next year and returned to Firepower Defense Asia Branch. It can be said that actual combat is training.
After all, it was just fighting pirates, not a naval battle.
"Honey, you're not seasick, are you?"
Before acquiring the system, Xia Yu didn't know if he got seasick. But after getting the system, he no longer gets seasick, not even on spaceships, let alone ships. However, it seems that many people at Jihuo Defense, including his wife, are "landlubbers."
"I don't get seasick on the Paul's Octopus, but I'd rather not go for a warship."
Liv quickly waved her hand.
Comfort is always the top priority for superyachts, but comfort is the least important factor for military vessels. She felt she would never be able to conquer the sea in her lifetime.
"You'll have to keep an eye on things here with Namari. The Asian branch is officially open for business and can't do without me for now."
Xia Yu said regretfully.
He still quite enjoys being taken care of, but his wife gets seasick and has to stay ashore to eat sand, while he goes off to be a sea king.
"Career is more important, but ugh..."
Liv was interrupted by nausea, and she dry heaved.
What's wrong? My seasickness has progressed to motion sickness.
Wait, could she be pregnant again?
Xia Yu suddenly remembered his wife's symptoms during her first pregnancy; wasn't this a classic case of morning sickness?
Their son had been sent back to his hometown, and there weren't many entertainment options in the desert. Xia Yu was also busy pushing forward with various projects, so the only thing that could soothe the couple's nerves was trying to have a baby.
So they've succeeded again.
Upon arriving at the temporary camp, the pregnancy test showed two lines.
As expected, Xia Yu is going to be a father again. Overjoyed, he picked up his wife and spun her around twice.
“Honey, this time I hope it’s a girl.”
After putting Liv down, Xia Yu said expectantly, "It would be wonderful to have both a son and a daughter!"
He works so hard to earn hundreds of millions of yuan, why doesn't he have more children? Half of that money is enough, and the rest can be used to promote economic development.
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