Battlefield Contractor

The civil strife in Anmore was on the verge of breaking out, and it was overwhelming. And within four or five days, it immediately escalated into a full-scale conflict between the two warlords.

In a building in the Orumi Federation, a group of people in military uniforms stood there, while the Red Baron sat alone, listening to their reports.

"The conflict in Anmore has started for a few days. According to the plan, they have begun to threaten the military bases in the north. However, the oil companies did not withdraw as we thought, but chose to stick. And as far as we know, they have already A private military company has stepped in." A black man in military uniform said in a low voice.

"It's not surprising at all. These large oil companies in Africa can't have no connection with private military companies." The Red Baron said slowly. "But as long as we continue to put pressure on them, they will still choose to withdraw. Once an oil company chooses to withdraw, it will cause a chain reaction. It is only a matter of time before we take back the oil producing area in the north of Anmore."

"But..." the soldiers of the Orumi Federal Government whispered, "At present they have no intention to leave."

"That's because the pressure is not enough." The Red Baron picked up an orange from the table and said calmly, "Just like this orange, no orange juice will flow out without squeezing it." His hands slowly pressed, and the orange juice kept coming from It kept flowing out of his fingers. Seeing those black military personnel shudder. They all know that the entire Orumi Federation is currently under this person's control. No one can stop what he wants to do. These high-ranking federal officials are all like the oranges in his hands, and they can only let him handle them.

The Red Baron put down the squashed orange in his hand, slowly stretched out his hand, took the tissue that Conan handed him behind him, and wiped his hand. "You can go down, but at this critical moment, please be cautious in your words and deeds. Don't make any comments on the situation in Anmore." The Red Baron waved his hand. Those from the Orumi Federation all turned and left.

After the officials of the Orumi Federation left, Conan whispered to the Red Baron, "Baron, I think these people are very unreliable. Moreover, the two warlords of Anmore can hardly make a big deal. Let them stir the muddy water. . But if they really count on them to attack the bases of those international oil companies, they will inevitably be timid. After all, they are just a small African warlord, and they want to be in power in Anmore. Where can they dare to offend those big countries? China, the United States and the United Kingdom, They can't afford to offend."

"So I didn't count on them either." The Red Baron said slowly. "It is our people who can really put tremendous pressure on those oil companies. Those African warlords are just a foreshadowing, or an excuse that can be shirk at the time."

"What does the baron mean?" Conan frowned.

"We don't need to keep our hands. Even if it causes serious casualties, it will be borne by the two small warlords. The Orumi Federation has previously announced that it will not interfere in the dispute in the Anmore area. If something goes wrong, it is also It has nothing to do with us. Even if something major happens and arouses dissatisfaction with those big powers, we can make the Orumi Federation express its condemnation to both of them, and even use the forces of the Orumi Federation to eliminate them. In this way, other countries will always Nothing to say, right?" The Red Baron smiled slightly.

"This is a great idea." Conan nodded quickly.

"Those who notify us, start acting. It's time to give them real pressure." The Red Baron whispered.

At dawn, a gun battle broke out in the oil extraction area north of Anmore.

A large number of armed men wearing Anmor soldier costumes began to gather in the oil extraction area, asking everyone to withdraw from the oil base, on the grounds that they needed to enter the base to search for enemy personnel. However, the mercenaries of the Black Island Company had already waited and refused the request. The battle broke out without suspense. As soon as they entered the state of war, it was immediately obvious that the military quality of these armed men far exceeded those of Anmore soldiers.

The mercenaries of the Black Island Company occupy a favorable defensive position and are well prepared. For a time, the two sides were at odds with each other. This level of engagement was even more intense than the exchange of fire between Anmor's armed forces. Naturally, this armed group is a member of the secret society. They originally thought that as long as they opened their posture and really fought, they would surrender after a long time. I didn't expect them to kick an iron board this time.

The squad leader in charge of the command of the militants in the secret agency did not expect that he was facing a group of experts, and the defensive firepower of these guards was very reasonable. In addition, the high concrete walls on the periphery of the oil production base can not stop the artillery, but there is no problem preventing small-scale infantry from charging. Every time the secret society charges, it has to face a fierce and deadly cross fire attack. And among the guards of these oil production bases, there are actually snipers. They clearly heard the sound of heavy sniper rifles.

All this made the secret agency team leader a little dazed, and the opponent's tenacity was a bit beyond his expectation. So they urgently transferred three light armored vehicles to clear the way, so that the soldiers of the secret society would coordinate afterwards.

But before their armored vehicles rushed forward, they were blown into scrap by the opponent's anti-tank rockets. This kind of light armor faces an anti-tank rocket launcher, and that poor light armor is like paper, it will be destroyed in one shot. The secret agency team leader began to look weird. He clearly felt that the opponent was definitely not as simple as an ordinary guard, but a soldier with sufficient combat experience. And they have a fairly unified command.

"Call the Orumi headquarters, the situation here is a bit weird." The secret agency team leader whispered while holding the communicator.

"Why is it weird?" Conan said indifferently.

"Sir, their resistance is unusually strong. We have lost a lot of people, and several armored vehicles have been destroyed." The secret agency team leader whispered. "They have unified command, and the firepower is very strong. Coupled with the original high concrete walls of the base, it is difficult for us to attack."

"How many people are there for the other party?" Conan was also a little surprised.

"There are a lot of people, at least hundreds of people. And I suspect they have a reserve team." The secret agency team leader whispered. "Because we almost feel that their firepower has alternate layers. It shows that they are carrying out planned rotation operations to avoid fatigue. In addition to ak47, there are anti-tank rocket launchers. There may be sporadic artillery. Maybe it's a small and medium caliber mortar, or a recoilless gun on a vehicle."

Conan was stunned, he turned to the Red Baron beside him, his face a little unnatural. "Baron, something is wrong."