While Xia Yu was showing Ibrahim the goods, the spokesperson for the Masina Liberation Front, the sole survivor of the Kena Faso branch, sneaked back to Marie from the border.
He had already written his article about the attack on the UN peacekeeping forces, but the entire branch was wiped out by the other side, and he still couldn't contact Xie Fu. He only found out about it the next day from the news.
Without a doubt, the other side will be coming to us soon, so we must retreat immediately.
He abandoned the livestock, large items, and weapons, taking only cash and pistols with his two men, and evacuated Kinabalu Faso by blending into a desert caravan.
By the time the Minister of National Defense arrived with his troops, the branch office was already deserted. They sold off their remaining assets, which is how he gave Xia Yu the tens of thousands of yuan.
This matter has come to an end in Kinabalu, but it has only just begun in Marie.
Retaliation: The Masina Liberation Front has never suffered such a significant loss since its founding, and they want revenge.
"Therefore, the other side is not the Chinese Blue Helmet troops, but a military contractor hired by the United States and using the same equipment as the Chinese Blue Helmet troops."
In the Mopti region of central Mali, Hamadun Kufa, the head of the Masina headquarters, turned off the television with a remote control and turned to ask his spokesperson, Mumchi.
The TV news just reported this, saying that the Chinese and the people of Nakhon Pasir jointly attacked the perpetrators of the Jawachi village massacre, the extremist group FRA Massina Liberation Front, killing 61 enemy soldiers and seizing a large number of weapons.
"Yes, this is information I bought with money before I left, it's absolutely reliable."
Mumchi nodded quickly.
He wasn't much of a fighter, but he was very smart, so Hamadun confidently sent him and Xie Fu, one a strategist and the other a warrior, to develop a branch in Quebec, but this time they ran into a brick wall.
These are 61 people. Because they committed several major crimes near the capital, they were regarded as a thorn in the side by the French and Bacoma. The Foreign Security Bureau's agents found clues and killed more than a dozen peripheral members.
Hamadun then decided to send people to Keruak Faso to open up a second front and relieve pressure on headquarters. For this, he staked half of his resources, and his organization of less than 100 people mobilized a full 50 people.
The extra dozen or so people were members recruited locally by Xie Fu and Mumqi, which made the branch's number of people even larger than the headquarters. As a result, this action directly reduced Masina to near death.
"Chief, we must avenge Xie Fu and his men, and make the people of Fa pay the price."
Mumchi then added.
Yes, we won't look for the Somali people, nor will we look for any military contractors; we'll just look for you Chinese.
Ultimately, they were all people they hired, and they had nearly 2,000 men stationed in Mari, so they could retaliate nearby.
After suffering such heavy losses, it would be unwise to travel far to fight; Masina must take advantage of their home ground to extend their lead.
"Don't worry, Xie Fu and the others have simply returned to Pearl's embrace. We will avenge them."
Hamadun stood up, patted Mumchi on the shoulder, and said solemnly.
As for how to do it, this old "artist" already has a plan in mind.
"Of course, in order to avoid leaks and alerting the French people, we will continue to remain silent."
"Yes, Chief!"
Mumchi went to rest, while the agents of the Foreign Security Bureau of the United States continued to search for Masina's whereabouts in Mari.
Since Old Mag has taken down Uncle Dengzi, these extremists have become much harder to catch. As soon as they achieve something, they abandon the convenient satellite phone and use more primitive communication methods to communicate with their subordinates.
If we really want to find a loophole, we can actually find one, but the huge investment of manpower and resources means the budget is never enough.
A feasible approach is to target a few typical cases, which is also an important reason why the more we fight terrorism, the more it thrives.
Although Masina was very active in the past, most of his attacks were against government troops and blue helmets, because both were easy targets.
But this time, the people of the Hairy Kingdom provoked them first, and they didn't even want to spend any money to wipe them all out. There's no such thing as a free lunch.
The Foreign Security Bureau team ultimately returned empty-handed.
It's one thing if there are no results, after all, no one would expect that an organization that has been crippled would still be thinking about revenge.
This is way too extreme!
That's how counter-terrorism works; if you're not prepared to accept losses, then don't mess around.
As for whether the two sides can reconcile after all this, we'll probably only know when the Germans are driven out of the Sahel region!
With interests and influence gone, the more extremists and anti-government armed groups there are in this land, the better.
It's not unreasonable to spend money to provide some assistance; this is because there are no permanent friends or enemies, only permanent interests.
Thinking ten steps ahead for every step taken, Xia Yu was certain that the period after the Germans withdrew would be the peak season for concentrated fire defense business.
After losing its old order, it will be difficult for Afica to establish a new one. The chaos will not only continue, but will also expand with the support of external forces.
This is cruel for ordinary people, but that's reality.
This is also why Xia Yu, who works in the PMC industry, yearns for peace.
Or if peace seems a distant prospect, then he strives to bring peace to a region.
Well, he can make some money on the side, since he still has a wife and children to support in the future.
“Afica is beautiful and rich, but colonists and war have destroyed it all. We soldiers must use our weapons to drive out the colonists and eliminate those extremists.”
Picking up a brand-new M70 assault rifle, Ibrahim pulled the bolt a few times and turned to Xia Yu, saying...
This guy is quite rational; he knows that eliminating the colonists is unrealistic, so he just drives them away.
The only option for dealing with extremists is to use strong measures. After all, we can put aside our disputes with the opposition forces and work together to build the country, but we can't influence them.
"It is very rich; I've heard that Kinabalu Faso has abundant uranium and gold resources."
Xia Yu spoke up from the side.
"Yes, that was the people's wealth, but it was cheaply plundered by the colonizers."
Ibrahim said indignantly.
Resources can be sold, but not so cheaply, as if you were giving money away to a beggar.
Having grown accustomed to the benefits of colonialism, the Germans, who are very powerful in the Third World, excessively pursue profits in the post-colonial era, namely the era of economic colonialism, and do not understand the concept of cooperation and win-win.
This is somewhat out of place, or rather, quite jarring, given the rise and development of Afica nationalism today.
The man before him, Ibrahim, was the embodiment of this idea. Although he was only a lieutenant, Xia Yu believed that he would definitely achieve something in the future.
Then it would be worthwhile for Xia Yu to invest in advance. Of course, the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind, so even if the investment went down the drain, he wouldn't care too much.
Once his public net worth reaches nine figures, he can afford to lose hundreds of thousands or even millions, let alone something that is only a possibility.
"Lieutenant Ibrahim, we hit it off today. I have a gift for you, and I hope you will use it to protect your people."
After the equipment inventory was completed, Xia Yu spoke up before the other party loaded the equipment onto the vehicle and prepared to leave.
Anton, along with members of Group 2, brought over several boxes.
"This is"
"The Kunk M82 Praml 120mm mortar has a total transport weight of 240 kg, which is very lightweight. I believe it can play a greater role in your hands."
Xia Yu opened the box, revealing the mortar barrel inside, and said.
He originally bought three of these cannons to use in conjunction with his vehicle crew in combat, but he only used one regularly, leaving the other two idle. It wasn't until this trip to the Sahel region that Xia Yu brought all three with him.
Besides the one I use myself, I'll see if I can sell the other two. After all, there are new products being developed back home, and they should be able to be delivered to Afika after the New Year.
The world's lightest 120mm mortar is truly a squad and platoon-level weapon!
"A 120mm lens would have a range of at least six or seven kilometers."
Ibrahim's eyes widened.
120mm mortars are indeed rare in Afika; 60mm and 81mm (82mm) calibers are more common, but their firepower can't compare to that of a 120mm mortar.
"To be precise, it's 8 kilometers, but we're short on ammunition; we only have 100 rounds for now."
Actually, that's quite a lot. 100 rounds could take down many pickup trucks and firing positions of the extremists. After firing a few dozen rounds to get a feel for the performance of the M82, based on Ibrahim's experience, the remaining shells could also produce a lot of results.
"That's enough, thank you so much, Mr. Sherlock. You will always be a friend of the people of Kinabalu."
They were immediately flattered, and anyone who knows how to behave will shower them with compliments like they're free.
"I am honored, and I hope we can stay in touch in the future."
As Xia Yu spoke, he punched Ibrahim's muscular chest.
After watching the other convoy leave, he turned and went back to the barracks to prepare for dinner.
Dinner was curry beef with French bread rolls, because it doesn't really go well with baguettes.
But Xia Yu, as the boss, had some privileges. Liv washed the rice in advance and cooked a pot of rice for him.
Even when eating curry, curry rice is the only true classic.
He might eat bread for breakfast, but for regular meals he has to eat rice, noodles, rice vermicelli, or snails... but snail rice noodles are out of the question.
As for his girlfriend being a Chinese woman whose ancestors have been eating bread for generations, it can only be said that having a little money won't affect family harmony, not to mention that Xia Yu is now exceptionally wealthy.
"Rice is also delicious, but I still prefer noodles, which are better than pasta."
Liv's words led to a rare united front between the two Italians involved in the concentrated fire defense.
Mariano and Leonardo both think pasta is the best, and of course risotto and pizza are also good, as long as you don't add pineapple.
As they began their debate, Xia Yu automatically filtered out the sounds in her mind and turned on the restaurant's television with the remote control.
My parents told me that television is being phased out in China, but it's still very popular here in Afica, since even coups rely on television stations.
Because of its location on the border, the Fahrenheit outpost can receive signals not only from the Marri region but also from channels in Burkina Faso.
Skipping over several Turkish-language stations and switching to an official French-language station, I saw just how bustling Ouagadougou, the capital of Tsongkhapa, was.
Large numbers of people took to the streets to demonstrate, demanding the resignation of President Comporé.
No wonder the Defense Minister was in such a hurry to go back; it turns out that the political situation in Wajadugu is unstable!
The man on the stage is a contemporary of Sankara, who overthrew his friend and became president, a position he has held for nearly thirty years, and intends to continue in office.
Unfortunately, times have changed. Afica nationalism is on the rise, and people are increasingly disgusted with this president supported by the French, while reminiscing about the old Sankara.
The same idea spread to the army, and Lao Kong was surprised to find that he seemed unable to command these ordinary soldiers.
"He's finished. I wonder who will win his hand."
Xia Yu shook his head and said.
Without the backing of an army, the outcome was clear. This stage doesn't even qualify as a coup, but at a deeper level, it reflects the changes brought about by the decline of the kingdom.
In the past, they could control the Sahel region both openly and covertly, but times have changed, and the French have begun to follow in the footsteps of the British.
In Xia Yu's view, Operation Crescent Dune was like a self-rescue operation.
However, exerting influence in this way is only a temporary solution; it can only slow down their withdrawal from Afica but cannot change the final outcome.
"Do you think that lieutenant is a good candidate?"
Liv asked Xia Yu.
She didn't know much about politics, but she could tell that her boyfriend was befriending the other woman.
“I am optimistic about his future. The Sahel is still a German, and even after leaving Compore, there is still Mambore. He has not truly entered the next stage.”
Xia Yu gave Liv a lesson.
His partner must have a global perspective, at least a grasp of the situation in Afica.
"You know so much about these things. It makes me feel like you graduated with a degree in international relations, not mechanical engineering."
Liv became even more curious about her boyfriend; did all men know so much?
"I am a businessman. A businessman who cannot understand the situation and makes wrong judgments is a loser. I want to be a winner."
Xia Yu replied with a smile.
Yes, men love to make political decisions, talk at length about the world situation, how to govern a country, and how to fight a war.
But 99.99% of people are just talking big and bragging. Xia Yu is different. If he makes a wrong judgment, not only will he lose money, but the company's development plan may also be affected.
So when he had nothing to do, he studied the history and politics of various regions of Afica, and he did achieve some results.
“The situation in the Sahel region is too complicated. Even if we want to develop minerals, we can’t do it alone. Zhongfei just sees it as very chaotic, and the various conflicts are much clearer there than here. So I will choose to develop the company’s first mineral project there.”
Xia Yu continued.
"The situation is different for Guo. That's our company's headquarters. We always take the last bite of the grass near our nest."
This is also why Old Anka has been trying to get him to cooperate in developing the mines, but he has never agreed.
Furthermore, the company is expanding its market and the museum project is in full swing, so it's best not to divert our attention for the time being.
Resources are always there, but if you don't plan ahead for the market, you'll suffer later.
As for whether the oil reserves will run out, Xia Yu has always heard since childhood that the Earth's oil resources are limited and will soon be depleted if not cherished, but it seems that the more we dig, the more we get!
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