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Chapter 367 Seizing the Dakhla Port!

Chapter 374: Capture Dakhla Port!

After a brief exchange of greetings, Childe Oscar said: "I know that Mr. Sean likes to be straightforward when talking about things, so I will speak frankly."

Sean raised his hand to signal.

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

Sean raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at Childe Oscar, "I remember correctly, Mosaic is a shareholder of MacPherson Mining Company. We should be in a competitive relationship, right?"

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

"I don't think there is any need to cooperate with Mosaic." Sean looked very arrogant at this moment.

Childe Oscar didn't care, his smile remained the same as before.

This is what capitalists are like. As long as there are interests and you have strength, they will make you feel the warmth of comrades.

"Let me introduce myself to Mosaic. Mosaic is the largest phosphate ore supplier and the third largest fertilizer manufacturer in the United States. Currently, our business is spread across 8 countries. Mr. Sean wants to enter the phosphate mineral industry. We at Mosaic

It’s to express your welcome.” Childe Oscar introduced with a smile.

Sean secretly pouted. Whether you like it or not won't stop me from entering this industry, but the name of the largest phosphate mine supplier in the United States is still quite intimidating.

"In half a year, or at most a year, the largest phosphate ore supplier in the United States will become my West African Mining Company." Sean looked at Child Oscar with burning eyes. Business is business.

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

With strong force, you can do whatever you want!

But he couldn't refute it. It was precisely because he knew that Sean, a big crocodile, would cause great disruption to the phosphate mining industry if it broke into it, and would inevitably lead to a major reshuffle in the industry, so Mosaic had no choice but to join in.

"Of course, of course, no one doubts Mr. Sean's strength, never has, 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, Mosaic has a complete industrial chain and resources, which can make Mr. Sean much more relaxed and have more time to enjoy life."

"Tsk, tsk, I like the word "enjoy life." Sean's lips slowly raised, "Okay, tell me your plans."

"How about starting with McPherson Mining Company?" Child Oscar said with a smile: "McPherson is a French listed company. The news of Mr. Sean's previous visit made the company's stock start to fluctuate. This is a good time to enter the market.

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Farke!

Sean sat up straight, his eyes fixed on Childe Oscar, and raised his hand to lightly tap him. Damn it, these guys are so insidious.

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

If nothing else happens, these guys will use their follow-up actions to push the stock to the edge of delisting, and then use their status as Americans to negotiate acquisitions and obtain ownership of McPherson Mining Company at a very low price.

In this way, Sean has the development approval of the Western Sahara Front, and they have obtained the Moroccan mining license. If both parties cooperate, no matter how the situation in the Western Sahara develops in the end, Mosaic's investment can maintain its value.

No, if the financial markets were manipulated, they could make a fucking fortune!

This abacus is crackling!

The most important thing is that these guys are very clear-headed and know how to get them on board to prevent themselves from getting angry and flipping the table after finding 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 large truck." Sean said with a smile.

Childe Oscar's expression suddenly froze on his face, and his skin kept trembling. After a while, he forced out an ugly smile and said, "Of course."

It was the first time that he was threatened face to face, but he didn't dare to refute because Sean had the strength to do all this.

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

"35%."

"I will only leave you 10%, no more. I will call you how much this operation will cost, and someone will follow your team to keep an eye on it." Sean said expressionlessly: "Believe me, this

It’s not that I don’t believe you, this is for everyone’s good.”

"Oh my god, 10% is too little, this..."

Childe Oscar waved his arms excitedly, but what he wanted to say was interrupted by Sean's wave, "Without you, I can get 100% ownership of the Bukhara mine. Western Sahara is a disputed territory and is outside the law."

The Moroccans can't stop me. In 5 days, my fleet will arrive in Western Sahara, a guided missile destroyer formation and an army of 2,000 people!"

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

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

There is no way, Sean is trying to push back. In the face of absolute power, anything he says will be 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 and stood up with a smile and said.

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

Yesterday, before coming to Spain, there was an internal meeting at Mosaic Company to discuss among the directors the matter of Sean's sudden involvement in phosphate mining.

Suddenly one of the directors asked, "Would the death of Hassan II be...the atmosphere at that time was very depressing!"

No one dared to open their mouths.

Finally, it was the chairman who took the lead.

It's not that there's any evidence, it's mainly that we look at the problem from a different perspective.

This group of Americans looked at the problem from the perspective of the ultimate profiteer of the phosphate mine. Hassan's death made the situation take a sudden turn for the worse. The difficulty for Sean to obtain the mining rights of the Western Sa minerals was reduced by several levels.

Although the events happened in sequence, from the perspective of interests, Sean is suspected, which is not a small matter.

Of course, if we look at the problem from the perspective of Morocco and the country, the murderer is undoubtedly Cesar.

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

It can no longer be distinguished simply by profit.

Looking at the problem from different angles will lead to different results.

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

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Not long after Child Oscar left here, Belloc Tunney from ADM went to 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 get up on the pole and find Sean again so soon.

What the hell!

Who knows how quickly the situation has changed, how long has it been since I first talked to Sean 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 opening a fertilizer plant in partnership. Sean told ADM to focus on expanding its business in Southeast Asia.

The main reason is that the prospects described by Sean are too broad!

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

Across the Indian Ocean is the Gulf of Aden, and across the Suez Canal is the Mediterranean...

He couldn't help but not think too much.

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

Damn it, sooner or later you die!

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

When Sean met Belloc Tunney, he asked, "Why is ADM ready to accept my investment?"

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

Belloc Tony stood up abruptly, "Mesheng is looking for you?"

Sean smiled and nodded.

"Damn it!" Belloc Tony suddenly gritted his teeth and looked ugly. Sean was very happy to see this expression.

After a long while, Belloc Tunney said with a gloomy face: "Behind Legg Mason, there are shares of Cargill."

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

His sudden entry into the phosphate mining market should make several major grain merchants unable to sit still.

"Why did you come to me?"

"Business matters in Southeast Asia."

"In this case, I won't mention ADM's investment. We can first establish a company in Southeast Asia. I want 45% of the shares. Don't worry, I have no interest in becoming a major shareholder." Sean chuckled.

"You have a huge appetite!" Belloc Tony's chest rose and fell, reaching 45%. Damn it, this is simply impossible!

To spread business in Southeast Asia, don’t we need to win over Southeast Asians?

"Okay, okay, there's no need to rush!" Sean smiled and waved his hand, "You can stay here for a while. Things in Southeast Asia are not urgent. You want to see the development of things here!"

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

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Morocco.

After all, Muhammad VI has never competed with his uncle Moulay Sidi bin Yusuf. The situation is stronger than the others. In the past few days, the FTP has become more and more active. The attacks have not stopped, no matter how big or small, and 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 Front, it also tied the hands and feet of the Moroccans, making it difficult to counterattack.

Of course, the main situation is that there is no point in counterattacking.

Outside the sand embankment, there is nothing but the Gobi Desert and the desert. Nothing of value can be found, except for the sand rats that come out from time to time!

Morocco once again increased its troops to Western Sahara, and the number of troops in Western Sahara increased to 80,000, which was more than half of Morocco's total military strength.

While Morocco was increasing 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 composed of troop carriers, landing ships, and supply ships sailing from the Caribbean also arrived in this area.

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Dakhla is a port city on a long and narrow peninsula, on the Atlantic Ocean, in southern Western Sahara, with a population of 21,000. The western harbor can accommodate seagoing ships.

Founded in 1884, it was the first permanent settlement established by Spain on the West African coast. Because there were relatively abundant springs nearby, it attracted surrounding herders to settle here, causing the city's population to increase rapidly.

There is fishing in the port, ship repairs, fish processing, steamships traveling between the Canary Islands in Spain, and a small airport, which is an important stop on the route between Europe and South America.

Currently under Moroccan control.

At dusk, the sky usually turns orange, and there is a Moroccan military camp near a traffic artery not 30 kilometers north of the yellow earth-colored city.

The situation has been tense recently, and the military camp is also in a state of solemnity.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing whistling sound was heard, followed by a 'boom', and smoke and dust suddenly rose up in the military camp.

As the first artillery shell fell to the ground, the sound of "boom", "boom", "boom" and "boom" was heard without stopping. The military camp was immediately in chaos, and piercing sirens sounded.

In the distance, a large sheet of yellow sand rose up, like a long dragon, rushing sideways towards the military camp. It was the smoke and dust brought by hundreds of vehicles rushing towards them regardless of the situation. The Western Sahara formation that was originally active on the sand embankment suddenly spread over a large area.

Transfers occurred in the southern region.

There are more than a hundred vehicles of all kinds, including Soviet tanks, Soviet armored vehicles, and most of them are Jeeps or Toyota pickup trucks.

The Moroccan army camp responded very quickly. Under the gunfire, a large number of Moroccan soldiers entered the fortifications that had been arranged in the barracks. The tanks and armored vehicles also started. At first there was sporadic artillery fire. After a few minutes, the Moroccan army artillery fire also became slightly denser.

Start fighting back at the place where the smoke and dust are rising.

The war in the Sahara Desert is as rough as this desert. There are no bunkers and no competition for high ground. Once a firefight occurs, it is a close-faced and desperate output.

The artillery of the Western Front was still too few, and the intensity of the bombardment was far from enough. As soon as the counterattack began, some unlucky vehicles were blown over on the charging road, and the vehicles rolled and flew for more than ten meters.

As soon as the convoy of the charging Caesar Front encountered artillery fire, it immediately looked like a destroyed ant nest. It seemed chaotic, but it dispersed in a certain order.

The jeep and pickup truck stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the wheels brought up yellow sand and rushed towards the Moroccan army's position in a scattered formation.

The charging convoy dispersed, and the already low artillery success rate became even lower. Both sides had obviously expected this situation. Soon, the sound of rapid-fire artillery from the Moroccan military base sounded, "dong", "dong", "dong",

The rapid-fire cannon aimed at the convoy in front and began to fire.

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

Any pickup truck or jeep will be destroyed if it is hit by a small-caliber rapid-fire cannon, but the vehicle of the Western Front seems not to be aware of it. When the accelerator is pressed to the bottom, it rushes forward.

Of course, it's not like they are doing nothing, rushing diagonally and wandering around, they are all old opponents who have fought against each other countless times on this land, and no one knows who.

The distance between the two sides was not that far, only 10 kilometers, in an empty desert. Soon the jeep and pickup truck rushing in front approached the Moroccan army position. Several pickup trucks came across, with brackets welded on the truck bed and heavy machine guns.

The sound rang out, and fire began to pour in towards the Moroccan army's position.

Suddenly, there was a brief lull in the firepower of the Moroccan army's position.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, without even waiting for the vehicle to stop, the people from the Western Saharan Army jumped off the pickup truck and the jeep. After rolling a few times in the yellow sand to absorb the impact, they climbed up with the 60 mortar in their arms.

'Kacha' stood on the sand.

Soldiers who specially carried ammunition bags on their chests rushed over and stuffed the shells directly into them.

Protection?

nonexistent!

Whoever gets killed is unlucky!

aim?

Not required!

With such a big base, you can bomb it at will!

The sounds of "tong", "tong", "tong" and "tong" sounded, and dense mortar shells roared towards the Moroccan army camp, followed by explosions of "boom", "boom", "boom" and "boom".

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

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

In the first round, more than 80 artillery shells landed on a land area of ​​1 million square meters, which was actually not a lot. But starting from the second round, most of the artillery shells with slightly adjusted angles were concentrated near the front line, and the effect was immediate!

The firepower of the Moroccan army was instantly weakened by a notch again!

Regardless of the cost, the loss was not worth it. Either the shells on the body were empty, or they were shot into pieces by the Moroccan machine guns.

The intensive bombardment only lasted less than a minute. I had no choice but to jump out of the car in order to pursue speed. The ammunition I could carry with me was limited. Even though the shells were only the size of a mineral water bottle and weighed about 3 kilograms, I could only carry a dozen or so.

That's all.

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

This buys the most precious time for the troops that rush forward later.

There were only eight vehicles in the second batch. Under the cover of mortars, they rushed to about 200 meters before braking suddenly.

20 people jumped down with a huff, then found a small slope, squatted down and began to aim, and the people behind them began to reload quickly.

This group is all carrying RPGs, and their purpose is to take advantage of the enemy's weak firepower to destroy the enemy's defenses 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, heavy machine gun fire, and intensive mortar bombing, the effect of this wave of targeted clearing was extremely significant!

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

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

The soldiers of the People's Front did not run far away even if their weapons were empty. They just found a shallow sand pit and threw themselves on the ground. It would be wrong to say that there were no bunkers in the desert.

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

All that’s left is to pray!

Or maybe the desert people are pious...

People's piety is not unreasonable. Whether they will be killed by bullets really depends on God!

A tactic that Caesar had never used before, a real wave of fire that poured out most of the firepower in just a few minutes.

Of course, the effect was also outstanding. After the Moroccan army encountered a sudden attack, those who reacted quickly and rushed to the front line were the elite.

Moreover, there was a serious shortage of personnel, a chaotic command system, and not enough time. The frontline defense system could not be fully activated. The designed defense capabilities were not even half used before they suffered the most violent blows. This prevented the hard-working forward positions from being fully utilized.

The effect is completely paralyzing.

The paralysis didn't matter, the tanks and armored vehicles of the Western Front finally rushed forward.

Tanks versus tanks, turning, traversing, bombardment, Soviet style versus American style, they are all obsolete products, and the fight was vigorous. The PFG soldiers lying down within the battlefield did not care about anything else and ran away.

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Even the armored vehicles did not dare to approach within a few hundred meters, and they made a half-circle and rushed directly through the Moroccan defense line.

The heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle rang out suddenly, shooting everywhere in the camp.

Not everyone bypassed the tank battlefield. Two pickup trucks painted in khaki were walking at the back of everyone's team. When the tanks from the two sides started fighting, the two pickup trucks were still more than 200 meters apart.

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

TOW anti-tank missile type 1!

Equipped with the US military in 1981, the hit probability on fixed targets is about 90% at 500 to 3750 meters, and 100% within 500 meters. The shooting accuracy when launched from the ground, the height deviation is ±0.2 meters, the static armor penetration thickness is 600 mm, and the dynamic armor penetration is 600 mm.

The armor penetration thickness is 200 mm/65°, and the firing rate is 3 rounds/minute.

In the late Vietnam War, the US military Cobra attack helicopter used the TOW prototype to attack Vietnamese tanks, with a success rate of more than 80%.

And what appears on the battlefield now is the Dow Type 1!

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

Sean got it secretly, and even the person using the car also belonged to Sean.

Without any hesitation, he aimed and launched. At a distance of about 500 meters, 'whoosh', the 1164 mm long missile shot out from the launch tube. A few seconds later, "Boom!!"

The Moroccan tank turret exploded, a fire broke out, and the tank was immediately paralyzed.

‘Whoosh’ “Boom!”

‘Whoosh’ “Boom!”

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

The three tanks of the Human Formation did not hesitate and rushed towards the Moroccan camp with a rumble.

Cheers rang out from the deserts on all sides, all from the People's Liberation Army soldiers lying on the sand!

The position has been breached, all the heavy weapons are lying down, this base is finished!

Seeing this situation, the two pickup trucks carrying Tao stopped at the same spot and did not go in. They left the rest to the large troops of the Western Front who were rushing up.

Although it is said to be a large force, there are actually not many people there, less than a thousand.

There is no other way. The Western Front's vehicles are limited, its transportation capacity is only so large, and the Eastern Front has to make a containment gesture. The extent of this blitzkrieg is already the limit.

Fortunately, there are only about 1,500 Moroccan troops in this base in the south. They were stunned by the wave of attacks before. Now they have no power to resist. The only thing left is to arrest people.

While occupying the base, they gathered the prisoners and separated about 300 people to march 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 Western Front entered this small city of 20,000 people, immediately throwing the city into brief chaos. 70% of the residents in the city were from Morocco, and 30% were nomads who settled in Western Europe.

In the final analysis, both Morocco and Western Sahara are Berbers. There is really no difference in culture, religion, language, and living habits. If it weren't for Hassan II's ambition to become a big Morocco, the two sides would be as close as each other.

Not one family is too much.

At this point, we have to talk about Taizu. In terms of controlling people's hearts and grasping the word "unity", looking at thousands of years of global history, 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 quickly, not because of how qualified and disciplined the soldiers of the Western Front were, but because the task this time was tight and law and order must be maintained.

This group is the most elite soldiers of Caesarea.

More than an hour passed, and it was already dark now. The lights on the pier were brightly lit, making it the brightest place in the entire city.

In the distance on the sea, a whistle sounded but no ship 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 from the Western Front immediately signaled.

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

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

At this moment, helicopters from the sky entered the city and began patrolling.

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

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

The Umbrella Army has officially landed on the African continent!

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

Behind, when the 17-meter-long Dong 1 was pulled off the transport ship by a tow truck, Salem Ould Lesa still couldn't help but cursed out, what the hell is this called a private armed force!?

Shit!!

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Ahem, it’s the middle of the month, readers, daddy, will you reward me with some monthly tickets?

In addition, there have been a lot of follow-up orders recently...

Isn't it because of the slow update of fireworks?

Definitely Not!