Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2830 Yang San and Ye Mei's Ambition
Because they were following closely behind the several dilapidated warships of Nigeria and were faster than them, Yang San's fleet was almost neck and neck with them when they entered the Nigerian naval port.

As a result, the shore-based artillery at the naval port was unable to fire.

They were already poor, with only a few dilapidated ships. If they opened fire, their own ships would probably be the first to be sunk.

The incident was quickly reported to the Nigerian Navy Command. The Nigerian Navy Commander, a man with a short temper, was furious and immediately ordered the cannons to be opened fire!
But the order seemed to come too late; Yang San's Sogdian fleet had already opened fire, and their coastal defense guns were no match for a single salvo from the ship's guns.

After the order from the Navy Commander-in-Chief was issued, the naval port defense force was left with only a command post and a group of soldiers with rifles.

If you asked them to take rifles and fight the Sogdian fleet hand-to-hand, I doubt anyone would dare.

However, Yang San didn't seem to intend to leave after firing the cannon; his wife always complained that her kingdom was too small in size and population.

This was a disgrace to Yang San. Damn it, how could a man not even meet his wife's demands?
He wasn't like his older brother, Yang Da, who was content with a modest life and satisfied with his territory in Marseille.

If it weren't for his last-minute decision to annex that small country in the middle and give most of its territory to Marseille, the two brothers' territories would still not be adjacent to each other.

Now his sister-in-law Ye Rou and his wife Ye Rou have both become queens, and almost everyone in Africa knows them, but few people know that they are biological sisters.

Africa is a backward place. Although my father-in-law Ye Yuze and father Yang Geyong have helped them a lot, their national strength is only decent in Africa.

Compared to European countries, it's simply incomparable, but he's not discouraged; development takes time.

What he wants to do most right now is to expand the territory and increase the population. Only with a large territory and a large population can the total economic output increase.

Now that Nigeria has delivered itself to his doorstep, if he doesn't take advantage of it, who would he be doing this to?

Yang San stood on the flagship's deck, watching the thick smoke rising from the harbor, a cold smile playing on his lips. He turned to his adjutant and gave the order:
"Immediately dispatch Marines to take control of the port facilities and send a telegram to the naval port command, giving him half an hour to surrender."

However, the port commander was not about to give in so easily. He gathered his remaining troops and built a defensive line on the high ground behind the port, preparing to put up a stubborn resistance.

At the same time, he urgently requested assistance from the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, hoping to receive military support.

As soon as Yang San's marines landed, they encountered fierce resistance from the Nepalese army.

Although the Nigerian soldiers were poorly equipped, they were fighting on their home ground and had the advantage of terrain, using the mountains and buildings to put up a fierce resistance. Intense street fighting ensued, and the Solomon Islands army found it difficult to advance.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, troops stationed in the surrounding area sent a force to provide support. Although small in size, this force was well-equipped and posed a threat to Yang San's fleet.

Yang San had to divert some of his troops to deal with this reinforcement, making the battle situation even more complicated.

At this time, Yang Geyong learned of his son's actions. He knew that annexing Nigeria was no easy task, and that it could easily provoke a united opposition from neighboring countries, leaving him isolated and helpless.

He immediately called Yang San and demanded that he stop the operation immediately.

But Yang San was unwilling to give up at the last minute. He replied to his father, "Opportunity knocks but once. We have already gained the upper hand. If we just put in a little more effort, we can take over Nepal."

He decided to take a gamble, concentrate his superior forces, deal with the remaining troops of the Niger Kingdom first, and then turn back to deal with the reinforcements.

Under Yang San's command, the Sogdian army intensified its offensive, using heavy artillery to bombard the Nepalese defense lines.

The Nepalese army suffered heavy casualties, but remained steadfast in its position. Just as the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, Yang San received intelligence that another reinforcement force was on its way.

The situation became extremely unfavorable for the Sogdian army. Yang San was caught in a dilemma: continuing the attack might result in being attacked from both sides, while retreating would mean all previous efforts were in vain.

At a critical moment, he came up with a plan. He sent people to secretly contact some tribal leaders in the Kingdom of Ni, using large sums of money and promises of benefits to persuade them to defect.

These tribal leaders were already dissatisfied with the Niguri government, and lured by the potential profits, they led their people to join the Soguri army.

With the support of these tribes, the strength of the Sog army increased significantly, and the tide of the war began to turn.

Yang Geyong had been closely monitoring the changes on the battlefield, even though he and Ye Yuze were still at their California farm at the moment.

Ye Yuze actually knew that although Yang San was reckless, he wasn't brainless. Since he dared to do it, he must have some confidence.

So he instructed Yang Geyong to report on the battlefield situation at any time.

Yang San rubbed the satellite phone in his hand, the name of his father, Yang Geyong, flashing on the screen.

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, and sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance. The adjutant was waiting outside the hatch with a stack of Nigerian naval battle maps in his arms.

He pressed the answer button, and Yang Geyong's deep voice, crackling with electricity, came through:

"Stop immediately. The African Union has already held an emergency meeting. The mess you've made is bigger than you think."

"Dad, they're just a bunch of rabble. Once I've completely taken over this place, they'll be nothing but a fart."

Yang San threw off his hat and looked at the Nigerian naval ensign, blackened by cannon fire.

"The main force of the Nigerien army has been annihilated, and the capital's guard is down to only three battalions. Give me three more days—"

"The combined fleet of the five surrounding countries will arrive in three days!"

Yang Geyong suddenly raised his voice, and the sound of keyboard typing could be heard in the background.

"Do you think the Nigerian president's tearful complaint at the UN about 'Soviet aggression' was a joke? Article 7 of the African Union Charter explicitly prohibits member states from annexing each other by force, and now even major powers are jumping out to demand international intervention!"

Because he was worried about Yang San, Ye Yuze asked Yang Geyong to contact all of Bayonet Security's connections in Africa and keep a close eye on the surrounding situation.

Unexpectedly, the president of Nigeria fled with his family during a time of national turmoil, and even sought help from others.

Actually, some countries have long disliked the Solomon Islands and the Maasai. Those in the know understand: Africa is a patriarchal world where women have virtually no status. Men can marry anyone they can afford.

The sudden emergence of two queens is undoubtedly a challenge to all men in Africa.

However, the stronger ones were far away, and the closer ones were too difficult to defeat, so the matter dragged on like this.

Then the Nigerian president's plea for help delighted presidents of many countries, who saw their chance for revenge had arrived.

The moment the phone call ended, the battle map the adjutant was holding was suddenly overturned and fell to the ground.

Yang San stared at the map of Africa on the wall, with Nigeria lying like a piece of fat meat between Somalia and the Atlantic Ocean.

He grabbed a red pen and circled Mombasa, the capital of Nigeria, so hard that the pen tip poked a hole in the paper: "Pass on my orders: the Marines advance on Mombasa tonight, and the logistics forces requisition all civilian trucks to transport ammunition."

"In addition, send an encrypted telegram to Queen Ye Mei, instructing her to immediately contact her sister and use Marseille's influence to influence the African Union vote."

As night fell over Mombasa Port, Nigerian President Mahmoud paced back and forth in his basement.

The politician, who had studied in Britain, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses gleaming coldly under the emergency lights.

After receiving support from the African Union, he returned to his country. After all, with so many allies, even a herd of pigs would be enough to keep the Somali people busy for a while.

"The main force of the Solomon Islands fleet is in the naval port. We will concentrate all the stockpiled RPG rocket launchers in the slums in the west of the city and let Yang San's tanks taste the flavor of urban warfare."

He suddenly stopped, turned to the communications officer and said, "Connect me to the Egyptian ambassador. I want to personally request support from their 'Desert Eagle' special operations brigade."

Yang San's vanguard was attacked by a barrage of RPG rockets as soon as they entered the outskirts of Mombasa.

On the narrow street, a civilian pickup truck converted into an armored vehicle sprang out from the alleyway, its onboard heavy machine gun spitting fire.

The Leopard 2 tanks, a source of pride for the Solomon Islands army, were caught in a dilemma in the intricate streets, and the anti-armor team took the opportunity to drop Molotov cocktails from the rooftops.

Around midnight, three tanks were destroyed and seven infantry fighting vehicles were trapped in the ambush, forcing them to slow their advance.

Meanwhile, inside the African Union headquarters meeting room, Somali representative Yang Da was speaking. Behind him, a large screen displayed images of Nigerian civilians weeping amidst the fighting, and the French translator's voice was choked with emotion:

"We understand the international community's concerns, but the Nigerian government has long tolerated piracy, and last week's hijacking of a Somali merchant ship resulted in 27 deaths—"

"This is a blatant pretext for aggression!"

The Nigerian representative slammed his fist on the table, “The Solomon Islands warship disguised itself as a merchant ship and infiltrated our naval port. This is a blatant violation of our sovereign rights!”

The meeting hall erupted into chaos as the Nigerian representative raised his phone:
"We've just received news that the Solomon Islands army is massacring civilians in Mombasa!"

The Solomon Islands representative dug his fingertips into his palm under the table; he had anticipated that the Nigerian government would wage a propaganda war.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yang Da sitting in the Marseille representative's seat. He nodded subtly, indicating that he had already contacted several pro-Marseille member states.

He took a deep breath and pushed the tablet computer towards the host: "Please look at this, everyone. This is a secret agreement we intercepted half an hour ago between Nigeria and a Western arms dealer. They are preparing to purchase fifty armed drones—"

The battlefield situation took a turn for the better three days later. Yang San adopted the advice of local mercenaries, using gold coins to bribe the leaders of slum gangs and gain passage into the heart of Mombasa.

When Somali troops appeared in the presidential palace square, Mahmoud was speaking to the Egyptian president via satellite phone.

He gazed at the Somali flag rising outside the window, gently placed the phone on the desk, and took out a diamond-encrusted scepter from the safe:
"Tell Yang San that I want to see him at the negotiating table."

The negotiations took place in a five-star hotel in neutral Djibouti. Yang San, dressed in a crisp military uniform, entered the conference room, while Mahmoud wore a traditional Arab robe, with military advisors from Egypt and South Africa standing beside him.

“The conditions are simple,” Mahmoud said, turning the turquoise ring on his hand. “Nigeria’s autonomy will be preserved, Somalia will not be allowed to station troops, and economic aid will be no less than $500 million annually.”

"impossible."

Yang San slammed the document on the table. "The port of Mombasa must be placed under the jurisdiction of Solomon Islands. The entire Nigerian army must be disbanded, and government officials must be reappointed by Solomon Islands."

The air in the meeting room suddenly froze. The Egyptian advisor abruptly spoke up: "Gentlemen, the African Union's mediation proposal is—"

"I don't need mediation!"

Yang San suddenly stood up, causing the chair behind him to fall heavily to the ground. "My soldiers bleed every day, and now you want to negotiate?"

He took out his phone and played a recording of the Nigerian army massacring Somali civilians: "Is this what you call a sovereign nation?"

The stalemate continued into the night, at which point the Ye sisters intervened in the negotiations via video conference.

The Solomon Islands representative presented economic data: "Nigeria's debt has reached 230% of its GDP. Solomon Islands can forgive all of its debt, but in exchange..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Mahmoud's pale face:

"Nigeria needs to join the East African Economic Union led by Somalia and open up all port usage rights."

The final agreement was reached before dawn: Niger became an autonomous region of Somalia, retaining a nominal government, but its diplomacy and military were controlled by Somalia.

Solomon Islands pledged to invest $2 billion over five years to rebuild Nigeria’s infrastructure; in compensation, Nigeria’s offshore oil exploration rights were transferred to a Solomon Islands consortium.

As Mahmoud signed, his pen smeared ink on the word "President," while Yang San gazed at the Red Sea outside the French windows, pondering how to integrate the new territory into the Solomon Islands' map.

However, the cost of annexing Nigeria far exceeded expectations. The African Union imposed trade sanctions on Somalia, Western media continued to hype up "neo-colonialism in Africa," and anti-expansion protests erupted domestically.

Yang San stood at the newly built naval base in Mombasa, gazing at the warships flying the Somali flag, his father's warning echoing in his ears:
"Territory is easy to seize, but hearts are hard to win back." The sea breeze ruffled his clothes, and in the distance, wisps of smoke rose from the slums, where countless embers of resistance remained unextinguished, a fact he had no idea.

Yang Geyong, who was far away in California, finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the past, he would have rushed to the front line long ago if he had encountered such a situation.

However, as he grew older, he lost interest in fighting and killing. He even began to worry about the safety of the children.

Unexpectedly, his African son inherited his personality and has never had a peaceful life since returning to Marseille.

Ye Yuze was worried that Yang San would seize power from his elder brother.

Unexpectedly, he actually conquered a country on his own. Most unbelievably, the two brothers actually married Ye Yuze's two daughters and honored them as queens.

It was precisely for this reason that Yang Geyong began to pay attention to this son. You should know that he had 12 sons in Africa, but only Yang Da and Yang San made him worry.

Ye Yuze rolled a Mohe cigarette. Actually, nobody smokes this stuff anymore in Junken City, mainly because it's a bit of a hassle to roll.

But for some reason, Ye Yuze grew to like the flavor more and more. It had a tobacco flavor and a grassy flavor, making it very pleasant to smoke.

Yang Geyong also rolled a cigarette and took a deep drag. He squinted his eyes, looking somewhat intoxicated.

Perhaps it's because people get older that they become nostalgic and less receptive to new things, like tobacco and alcohol. Even after living in the US for so many years, I still can't get used to the taste of tobacco and alcohol here.

After this battle, the Kingdom of Solo gained another piece of territory. Ye Yuze knew with his eyes closed that this must have been his daughter Ye Mei's idea...

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