Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2841 The Rise of Marseille and Sorbonne
On the morning of the third day after the laser beam pierced the sky, Ye Rou stood on the top floor of the newly built joint command post in the country of Solomon, looking down at the coalition forces that were being reorganized.

The armored convoy's tracks, gleaming coldly, rolled across the rising sun, and in the dust they kicked up, the flags of Marseille and Solomon Islands intertwined in the wind, forming a unique totem.

"Sister, Yang San has already sent over the reorganization plan."

Ye Mei pushed open the door and entered, where densely packed data was displayed on the tactical tablet.

"After the merger, we have 23 mechanized divisions, our drone fleet has expanded to 3,000 aircraft, and most importantly..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, "The rare earth arms factory's production capacity has quadrupled, enough to sustain three years of high-intensity warfare."

Ye Rou stroked the metal buckle of her tactical belt, her gaze fixed on the northern horizon.

That place was once the border of the Kingdom of Utan, but now only the charred remains of defensive fortifications remain.

The NATO-standard equipment left behind by French-backed anti-government forces during their retreat, under the combined attack of electromagnetic pulse mines and laser defense systems, is now being dismantled and reassembled by technical soldiers.

Suddenly, a sharp beep rang out from the communicator, and Yang San's face appeared in the holographic projection. The fierce general, his face still smeared with gunpowder smoke, grinned, revealing teeth blackened by gunpowder:

"Your Majesties, the newly formed 'African Shield' legion is fully assembled! Shall we have our brothers demonstrate an armored assault?"

"Don't be so quick to boast," Ye Rou said with a smile. "Although Utanakis has been behaving itself for now, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Nigeria have been making a lot of small moves lately. The UN sanctions resolution is still hanging over our heads; we need to strike while the iron is hot."

Ye Mei pulled up a satellite map, and several red dots flashed along the border:
"The Democratic Republic of Congo is building up its military presence in the south, while Nigeria is trying to cut off our maritime supply lines. But they probably don't know that our rare earth trade with South Africa is already taking place through underground tunnels."

Her fingertip swiped across the screen, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"What's even more interesting is that Egypt secretly contacted me; they've long been dissatisfied with France's expansion of power in North Africa."

Yang San suddenly slapped his thigh: "Then what are we waiting for? Let me lead three armored divisions westward, and we can tear through the Congolese defenses in three days!"

“Reckless,” Ye Rou interrupted him. “This time we’re going to fight a political battle. Notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to convene an emergency meeting as a member of the African Union, saying we want to discuss an ‘African autonomous defense system.’”

She looked at Ye Mei, "Prepare a rare earth cooperation plan, focusing on winning over those countries that are being held hostage by the West."

Three days later at the African Union headquarters, Ye Rou and Ye Mei walked side by side into the conference hall. As they stepped in, the previously noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

The lingering smell of gunpowder on the sisters clashed eerily with the expensive perfume in the hall.

"Colleagues." Ye Rou stood in the center of the podium, and behind her, a holographic projection slowly unfolded a 3D model of the Pan-African Railway:

"This railway is not only a steel artery, but also a symbol of Africa breaking free from the shackles of colonialism. But look at our current situation..."

The scene shifts to a bombed-out border post. "Western powers are sanctioning us while simultaneously supporting puppet regimes."

The Nigerian representative scoffed, "Queen Ye Rou, isn't your unilateral expansion of military power disrupting the regional balance?"

Ye Mei suddenly stood up, and the tablet in her hand projected a set of data:
"Just last month, your country spent twice its national education budget on arms imports from France. And what about us?"

The scene shifts to a rare earth weapons factory production line. "We use our own resources to manufacture weapons, not only to defend the country but also to provide them to our allies at cost."

A murmur of discussion immediately broke out in the meeting room. The Egyptian representative coughed:
"Miss Ye, I heard you're developing an electromagnetic railgun?"

“That’s right,” Ye Rou continued, “This technology can be shared, provided that…”

Her gaze swept across the room. "We need to build a true defense alliance that belongs to Africa, where Africans themselves have the right to speak."

Just as the meeting reached a stalemate, Yang San suddenly appeared at the entrance of the meeting room. Behind him followed a squad of heavily armed soldiers, each with a brand-new "African Shield" badge on their helmet.

"Sorry to bother you all," Yang San said, deliberately raising his voice.

"The Congolese army has just crossed the border. I've come to consult the two queens: should we proceed with the original plan to annihilate them, or..."

He drew out the last syllable of his sentence, looking at the Nigerian representative with a defiant gaze.

The meeting room erupted in chaos. The South African representative jumped to his feet: "I propose the establishment of a special mediation committee!"

Ultimately, with the mediation of Egypt and other countries, the African Union adopted the Framework Agreement for Peace in East Africa.

On the surface, Marseille and the Solomon Islands pledged to halt military expansion, but in reality, the agreement recognized the legitimacy of the "African Shield" legion and included the Pan-African Railway in the African Union's key infrastructure projects.

Over the next three months, Yang San led the allied forces in a special "peace exercise".

Armored forces are moving back and forth along the border of the Democratic Republic of Congo, and swarms of drones are frequently flying over Nigerian airspace.

This strategy of subduing the enemy without fighting has proven remarkably effective, prompting neighboring countries to proactively sign trade agreements.

Ye Rou sat in the newly completed office of the rotating chair of the African Union, looking at the rare earth cooperation agreement on her desk.

Outside the window, the second phase of the Pan-African Railway is under construction in full swing, with the roar of cranes mingling with the battle songs coming from afar.

"Sister, the French ambassador requests an audience."

Ye Mei pushed open the door and entered, a meaningful smile on her face. "He said he hopes to restart energy cooperation."

Ye Rou sneered: "Tell him that we only exchange technology for our rare earth resources, not those outdated engines."

She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, where the city lights stretched out like a golden river beneath her feet.

"Notify Yang San to prepare. In the next phase, we need to expand our influence throughout sub-Saharan Africa."

Ye Mei pulled up the latest power distribution map. On the African continent, the blue area representing the Maasai and Solomon Islands was spreading at an alarming rate.

But she noticed several faint red dots on the edge of the map—those were secret Western outposts marked by the intelligence agencies.

"Sister, there are still quite a few pro-Western forces within the African Union. And the UN sanctions could escalate at any time."

Ye Rou clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking crisply. "Then let them see that Africa's future can only be written by Africans themselves."

Late at night, Yang San's encrypted communication came into the office. This fearless and ruthless general seemed somewhat nervous at this moment:
"Your Majesties, we have detected unusual activity on the Sudanese border. There are indications that the CIA is supporting new armed groups."

Ye Rou and Ye Mei exchanged a glance, simultaneously revealing their fighting spirit.

Outside the window, the night winds of Africa carry the distant sounds of war drums, foreshadowing an even greater storm to come.

But this time, they are no longer the weak who are passively defending themselves—under the new order built by steel and rare earths, the era belonging to Africa is quietly arriving amidst gunfire and negotiations.

As the "African Shield" legion gained fame, the sisters began to work on building an even larger strategic plan.

Ye Rou spearheaded the establishment of the African Rare Earth Alliance, bringing more than a dozen resource-rich countries under its wing. Through technology sharing and military cooperation, it completely broke the West's monopoly on the rare earth industry chain.

Ye Mei spearheaded the establishment of the Pan-African Satellite Communication Network, and when the first satellite independently developed by Africa was launched, the entire continent was abuzz with excitement. However, great success breeds envy. Western media began to hype up the idea of ​​a "new African hegemony," and UN Security Council sanctions proposals poured in like snowflakes.

But all of this was within Ye Rou's expectations—she had already arranged for her diplomatic team to travel between various developing countries, using infrastructure aid in exchange for crucial votes.

When the sanctions resolution was vetoed by the major Eastern power in the Security Council, Ye Mei couldn't help but laugh as she watched the Western representatives' ashen faces on the live broadcast.

"This is just the beginning; we have backup plans!"

At the celebration banquet, Ye Rou raised her glass, "Next, we will make the voice of Africa heard in every corner of the world."

She looked at Yang San, who was having a lively conversation with representatives from various countries. This once fierce general, who only knew how to charge into battle, could now negotiate fluently in three languages.

"Old Yang, how's the reorganization plan for the African Union peacekeeping force coming along?"

"Don't worry!" Yang San strode over, the medals on his chest jingling.

The Prime Minister of Solomon has now taken on the role of Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, while Yang Da accompanies the two queens to various diplomatic occasions.

"I have already placed the best and brightest members of the 'Africa Shield' into key positions. From now on, any Western-led peacekeeping operations will have to ask for our approval first!"

Just when the situation in Africa seemed to be stabilizing, a sudden crisis shattered the peace.

One late night, Ye Rou's private communicator blared an alarm—a rare earth mine in Namibia had been attacked by a mysterious armed force.

Satellite images show that the attackers used the latest stealth drones, which clearly bear the technological characteristics of Western military-industrial enterprises.

"Start 'Falcon' Operation immediately!" Ye Rou's voice was as cold as ice.

Half an hour later, Africa Shield's electronic warfare forces launched a full-scale attack, unfolding a thrilling offensive and defensive battle in the virtual world.

Meanwhile, Yang San personally led special forces to parachute into Namibia. When they found the attackers' temporary camp, they only discovered a few bodies wearing NATO-standard gas masks.

"A clean ending." Ye Rou looked at the photos sent back from the scene.

"But they revealed an important message—the West is no longer sitting idly by."

She turned to Ye Mei, "It's time to form a new international alliance by contacting Russia and the major Eastern power."

Three months later, the first Global South Summit was held in Marseille.

When Ye Rou stepped onto the stage as the rotating chairperson, leaders from five continents were seated below.

On the giant screen behind her, the Pan-African Railway's extension is crossing the Red Sea, connecting with Asia's infrastructure network.

“We are no longer the ones receiving charity,” Ye Rou’s voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Today, we must establish a fair new world order."

Amidst the thunderous applause, Ye Mei noticed the complex expressions on the faces of the Western representatives—shock, resentment, and a hint of fear.

After the meeting, Ye Rou and Ye Mei stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the summit hall.

In the distance, the African Shield parade is underway, with a steel torrent of tanks and drones creating a breathtaking scene under the setting sun.

"Sister, how far do you think we can go?" Ye Mei asked softly.

Ye Rou did not answer immediately. She looked at the crescent moon slowly rising on the horizon. That moon, which had witnessed countless acts of colonial plunder, was now shining on a brand new Africa.

"Until the world hears our voice."

She finally said, "Until every African child can proudly say: I come from a powerful country."

The night wind brushed against the sisters' faces, carrying Sahara sand and the salty smell of the East African coast.

Beneath their feet, this ancient continent is being reborn from the ashes, and they are the authors of this great transformation.

A gentle breeze rustled through the cornfield as Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong watched a news report from Africa.

Since Ye Feng took over, Brothers Media has always adhered to the principle of seeking truth from facts and has never advocated for certain political groups with ulterior motives.

Their reporters went deep into Africa, providing detailed and objective reports on news from the continent, and the two main characters, Ye Rou and Ye Mei, naturally appeared in the news at all times.

Yang Geyong sighed, "I thought Ye Mei was in charge of all this; she's much more assertive than her sister. Why is it Ye Rou who's in charge?"

Ye Yuze laughed: "Ye Mei is full of energy, but her thinking is not meticulous. For such an important matter, she can only follow behind her sister."

Yang Geyong was a little jealous: "How come your children are all so capable? These two girls are no less capable than Ye Feng and the others."

Ye Yuze glared at him irritably: "What are you jealous of? They're your daughters-in-law!"

Yang Geyong ran his fingers through his curly hair and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with smugness and arrogance.

He suddenly remembered a question and stared at Ye Yuze with wide eyes.

"Where did they get all these advanced weapons? Don't tell me they could make them themselves so quickly!"

Ye Yuze shook his head firmly, indicating that he didn't know, but Yang Geyong refused to believe him and continued to press him for answers.

But Ye Yuze denied it, claiming it had nothing to do with him, leaving Yang Geyong at a loss. In the end, the matter was dropped.

It all seems to be fate. Who would have thought that when they went to flight school to learn to fly, they would meet a chief's son and things would turn out this way?

If things could be done over again, Ye Yuze isn't sure if he would have participated in all of this.

But how many things in this world can be done over again? And the greatest regrets in life are those many irreparable shortcomings.

Heaven has blessed him with a second life, which has led to the establishment of the military reclamation city and the Ye family today—this is already a miracle.

To be honest, Ye Yuze didn't want his daughter to make things this complicated.

In his mind, his daughter should just eat well, drink well, and have fun. Although he has never approved of feminist ideas, he does not object to his own daughter.

All fathers in the world are the same; sometimes they don't even have any principles left.

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