Agriculture Maniac

Chapter 340: Storm is coming, two worlds

West Africa.

Chad Basin, 230 kilometers north of Happy Farm.

Hassan, a skinny man, was digging trenches with a military shovel in his hand, sweating profusely.

He is 19 years old and is from the Iza tribe of the Bambara ethnic group.

He used to be a coolie in a phosphate mine. He had to dig phosphate stone with an iron pickaxe for 16 hours a day to earn 5 cents, which he could exchange for a day's rations and two bottles of mineral water.

Three months ago, Nigerian fighters overran the mine, set up large mining equipment and a large fertilizer plant, and he lost his job.

Fortunately, the merciful black and fat general distributed a bag of rice and two buckets of purified water to all the coolies, so that they and their wives and children did not starve to death.

Later, the fat black general recruited soldiers and Hassan joined them.

In fact, Hassan didn't want to fight because he would die.

If he died, his wife and son at home would also starve to death.

But the fat black general was too kind.

As long as you become a warrior, you will have enough food for yourself and your family.

The family can also get a small yellow cow, which they can raise and give to the fat black general next year. When the weight reaches the required level, his wife can work in the factory and his son can go to school.

Even if you die in battle, your family will still enjoy this treatment.

Therefore, Hassan became a highly motivated fighter.

Train hard and observe strict discipline, for fear of losing it all.

Busy until noon.

The trenches were already taking shape.

As the break whistle sounded, Hassan stopped what he was doing.

Then he opened the marching bag and checked the rations for the past three days.

Three packs of self-heating tomato, cucumber and egg fried rice, three packs of self-heating beef curry rice, three packs of chicken leg and vegetable nutritious meals, and a pack of thick meat steamed buns.

There were also ten bottles of purified water, several portions of instant trace element juice, five vacuum-packed organic apples and bananas, three boxes of three-pack General cigarettes, five cylindrical magazines, six wooden-handled grenades...
Hassan recalled the instructor's explanation, took out a bowl of beef curry rice and a bowl of instant juice, and then poured purified water into the sandwich.

"It seems like a two minute wait."

"Yes, my brother." A short, dark-skinned man next to him responded.

After he finished heating his lunch, he lay down in the side recess at the bottom of the trench, lit a cigarette, and puffed out smoke. "Would you like one?"

"The instructor said that smoking is not allowed during wartime, especially at night."

"Haha, my brother, the war hasn't started yet."

Hassan nodded, feeling nervous about the upcoming battle. Not wanting to chat too much, he also hid in the side pit taught by the instructor and waited.

The skinny dwarf was quite talkative. "My brother, what did you do before?"

"Working as a laborer in the phosphate mines east of here."

"You are so lucky. At least the people there didn't lock you up. But I was not like that. I worked as a laborer in the mines in the south. I was like an animal every day. I was whipped out at dawn and locked in a cage at dusk. I stayed there for three years. It was not until the fat black general conquered the mines that I had the chance to see my son."

"···"

"It's a pity that my body has been tortured by those people. Otherwise, I would definitely be like you, fantasizing about the future."

"Then why did you come to the battlefield?"

"To die... If I die at home, my son won't get anything, but if I die on the battlefield, my son won't be hungry anymore."

"That's just the promise of the fat black general."

"Brother, look at my rotten legs, do I have any other choice?"

"···"

"Besides, the food we are given is far more than that of other warlords. Believe me, brother. Before I was imprisoned in the mine, I also fought with other generals, but I could only eat one meal a day. But here, not only can I eat enough, but I also have juice and cigarettes. What does this mean? It means that there is a super consortium behind the fat black general. They are very rich and even have a lot of food. So the fat black general's words can be believed."

The skinny dwarf said as he tore off the outer packaging of the self-heating lunch, put on disposable plastic gloves as required, grabbed the beef curry rice and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing as he continued:

"This is the best lunch I've ever had in my life. Oh, damn, how could they give me such a big piece of beef, a full hand... This smell, oh, God, it seems that I have to kill three enemies to repay the kind black fat general."

Hassan silently opened his self-heating lunch, put on gloves, and found a piece of beef the size of his palm.

Two days later.

An endless stream of simple four-wheeled vehicles, dragging one anti-aircraft gun after another, large-caliber field guns, and organ-style rocket launchers, crossed the trenches with the help of steel plates and rushed to the north.

Another day later.

Transport helicopters covering the sky brought a new round of supplies.

The food is more delicious, the ammunition is more sufficient, there are also thermal blankets, gas masks, first aid medical kits...

the other side.

Benin-Gero Air Base, West Africa.

Lao He, head of the security department of Hangaixi Temporary Agricultural Airport, stood in front of a large conference screen and watched 60 Feldbird I reconnaissance aircraft circling 2.3 meters above North Africa.

"Where's the hot air balloon?"

One of the military advisers gathered around said, "We have entered the suburbs of Moscow."

"high?"

"2.5 meters."

"They couldn't reach that high, so they lowered it to 2.1 meters."

Half an hour later.

"Report, hot air balloons entered the airspace over the core area of ​​Moscow, and multiple fighter jets were spotted taking off, but there is no threat to us for now."

"Lower the hot air balloon altitude again, to 1.9 meters."

"The Su-30 fired three air-to-air missiles, which missed."

"Continue to lower the altitude of the hot air balloon to 1.6 meters."

"General... No, Captain, they seem to have discovered our intention and have withdrawn all fighter planes."

"Almost done. All high-performance MiG-25s and J11Bs, fill with S3 mixed fuel, maintain a flight altitude of 1.9 meters, and in two hours, raid all airports and power plants controlled by the Ice Bear oligarchs, land in the oil country Mecca, refuel, and return to their respective bases."

"received!"

On the large screen.

The Fenyx I reconnaissance aircraft is interconnected with 16 ground receiving stations, which aggregate geographic information and mark enemy airports and power plants.

At the same time, the signals and numbers of enemy and our own fighter jets, the models and numbers of transport aircraft, and the troop deployments of both sides are listed.

In the central part of Niger, north of the Happy Farm, three red wavy lines are marked.

They correspond to the first line of defense, the second line of defense, and the third line of defense respectively.

Although each line of defense is discontinuous, when connected, it is 3700 kilometers long.

Waiting.

The large display screen on the left lights up, intervening in Tijuana Group Maritime Management.

Next, rows of symbols representing ships appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Sailing battleships, 3 ships.

Sailing ironclad ships, 7 ships.

Modernized 8000-ton destroyers, 3+2 ships.

Three modernized 2000-ton destroyers.

1000 modernized 15-ton frigates.

21 armored transport ships...

A long time passed.

The right screen lights up, connecting to the East African Corps disguised as the North American Marine Corps.

Similarly, the number of anti-aircraft guns, the caliber and number of field guns, the types and number of tanks, the types and number of armored vehicles, the deployment of defense lines...

However, Lao He understood very well that in order to defend its territory in East Africa, North America would most likely just work but not put in any effort.

So the East African Legion can be ignored.

Of course, in order to avoid mischief from North America, the agricultural reclamation corps of the oil-producing countries have already rushed to the Gulf of Aden and are preparing to cross the sea.

If North America does something unexpected, we will immediately attack them from both sides and wipe out the Marine Corps.

after an hour.

A team of fat black men hurried over and put down five oversized suitcases.

Upon seeing this, the staff member hurried forward and entered the password.

Then, Lao He entered the password.

The next moment, the lids of five oversized suitcases popped open, revealing fifty cylindrical devices that resembled small arms. This was a military-grade central processing unit.

It is made of tubes and transistors produced in tertiary town centres, and its working principle is different from the 'switch' or '0101' in integrated circuits, but uses resistors and capacitors to treat current and potential difference as signals.

Although the processor is not as sophisticated as an integrated circuit, it has strong anti-interference capabilities.

Even if it is hit by the aftermath of the peaceful world, it can still be used.

The fifty central processing units are connected to the command center in a matrix manner.

The fat black man who makes a living in North Africa transmits real-time surveillance of many towns in North Africa to the database.

The communicators roaming around the three major defense lines transmit real-time monitoring of the frontline positions to the database.

The Feldknight I reconnaissance aircraft hovering over North Africa transmits the geographic information below to the database.

The database uses the computing power of the central processing unit to summarize known information of its own side, and then presents the results through the war system to the large screen of the command center, the individual computers of front-line commanders, fighter planes about to take off, Fenugreek I reconnaissance aircraft, and its own warships in the ocean.

In an instant, the command center turned into a "three-in-one command platform integrating sea, land and air".

All information is presented to everyone in a simple and clear manner in the form of pictures and texts.

include:

The number of your own missiles, their power, and their attack radius.

The distance between your own machine guns, the amount of machine gun ammunition, and the machine gun attack radius.

The number of your own fighters, the amount of bombs carried by the fighters, the flight radius of the fighters...

In addition, there are friend or foe identification, enemy missile trajectory and tracking, enemy troop movements, number of enemy fighter jets taking off...

Lao He was silent for a moment, "Is this a game of military chess?"

The fat black man escorting the CPU was slightly stunned. "Military chess? Isn't this the new tower defense game on the Overlord all-in-one machine?"

"···"

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Chad Basin, Happy Farm.

The impending war did not affect the increasing number of immigrants from the East.

After they finish their remote planting/breeding, they gather in groups of three or five at various business locations.

Some play poker, some watch Legend, some organize basketball games, and some drink tea and listen to opera.

The leisurely and relaxed life, compared with the new recruits on the three major defense lines, is like living in two different worlds.

Of course, some people received some news.

"Have you heard? A fight is about to break out in the north."

"Africa, isn't it normal to have wars?"

"But this time they are fighting us, with a million troops in North Africa and 600,000 in West Africa."

"No wonder there have been so many fighter planes whirring around these past few nights."

"Aren't you afraid of an attack from the north?"

"I am scared, but there is desert all around, the Sahara Desert. Where can you run to? I give you a farm tricycle and fill it with oil drums. Can you run away?"

"···"

"As if I had never thought of running away."

"···"

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Moscow.

Ice Bear leader meets with oil industry oligarch Brunovsky.

The sudden appearance of the hot air balloon made Ice Bear feel a sense of crisis.

I even suspect that the African S1 season is also a test by the other side.

If these two incidents are not handled properly, once Yu Sanyuan finds out the Ice Bear's strength, the opponent's next target will definitely be Siberia.

Furthermore, the confidence of the Ice Bear oligarchs in supporting the North African warlords comes from the new grain harvested this year by Ice Bear, Black Bear and other countries.

These products, which were originally intended to be sold in exchange for foreign exchange when food prices rose, have now all been handed over to North Africa.

And as the war approaches, and even a war stalemate may occur in the future, Ice Bear needs to buy food.

Who to buy from?
The world's top five grain traders!
After the financial war, important members of European Jewish capital were hunted down. Bunge and Louis Dreyfus, which moved to Europe, missed this year's food battle.

The remaining ADM went into food additives, and Cargill joined forces with Wilmar International to take advantage of Yu Sanyuan's foreign trade and make every effort to seize the Eastern edible oil market.

It can be said that among the five major grain traders this year, only Sanyuan Agriculture controls a large amount of grain.

Ice Bear Leader, "Have you reacted yet?"

"···"

"Yu Sanyuan induced you to promote the S1 season in Africa, and then used the 10 portions of food in his hand to fight for the 1 portion of food in your hand. In the end, he had 9 portions of food left. When you were out of food, the outcome of the war was no longer important. What was important was that you had to buy food from him."

"It's not that scary. I have already contacted my third brother and Nanyang to purchase rice from them."

"Don't you know that the drug lord in Nanyang was beaten by a mysterious force and fled in panic?"

"Does this have anything to do with our plan?"

"The drug lords in Southeast Asia have been beaten and are running away, which means that the situation in Southeast Asia is in chaos. Every country needs food, and you can only buy it from Brother India in the end."

"fair enough."

"After buying it from Brother San, if you take the Malacca Route, you will be blocked by the mysterious forces entrenched in the South Sea. As for the west, since the Red Sea route is interrupted, you must go around the Cape of Good Hope and then go around West Africa. Now Yu Sanyuan has 'borrowed' a large number of warships from the Tijuana Group, and they are waiting for you to pass through."

"···"

"And if you want to buy food from South America, you need to go through the Caribbean, Bermuda, or the Bay of Biscay... You don't think those pirates are real pirates, do you?"

"···"

The Ice Bear leader looked at the dumbfounded Brunovsky and suddenly felt wronged.

In other words, it was a group of idiots like this that prevented him from taking power!
However, he couldn't kill them all, otherwise Ice Bear would collapse completely.

Brunovsky suddenly thought of something, "I can buy food from the European Union."

"···"

In order to restore Red Sea shipping, will EU capital sell you food?
The Ice Bear leader met the determined gaze and knew that the game was over.

The African S1 season may last even longer.

Maybe two years, maybe five years, maybe ten years...
And once the Ice Bear oligarchs fall, France will definitely take over North Africa.

If France withdraws, England will take over.

If England withdraws, someone will most likely trick North America into taking over...
If this happens again and again, the forces and capital that continue to rush forward in their desire to occupy Africa's resources will eventually have their granaries emptied by war.

The result was naturally cheaper for Yu Sanyuan.

At the same time, the tens of millions of deaths and injuries were like a complete purification of Africa.

More unowned minerals, more unowned land, more living space...

"The damn world's grain traders!"

The Ice Bear leader sent Brunovsky away, found out the opening plan for Vladivostok, and once again boarded a special plane to the East.

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International Conference Center.

The West African resources auction hosted by Sanyuan Agriculture General Manager Li Changheng is gradually coming to an end.

A total of 439 mines were transferred this time.

The value of the mine and the transfer price are almost 10:1.

In other words, a gold mine worth 10 yuan is sold for only 1 yuan.

This caused the large state-owned enterprises participating in the auction to compete fiercely for the bid.

But the overall atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Wait till the end.

Li Changheng took out the warship purchase order and said, "Everyone, pirates are rampant in the world today. We have obtained so many mines. If we want to transport the minerals back, we still need the support of the motherland. I suggest that each of us donate a part of the funds to help the Ministry of Navy purchase several large ships to escort us."

"Mr. Li, will the Ministry of Marine Affairs want our donations?"

"They're already drooling."

"···"

"Director Li, who should we look for to purchase warships?"

“It must be the Tijuana Cartel.”

"Mr. Li, I heard that some time ago, Sanyuan Agriculture approached them to purchase an 8000-ton destroyer, but North America ordered them to cancel the deal?"

"This time it's different. We paid David Ensger and he would abandon the ship on the high seas. Then our people would drive the ship back. This is called picking it up, not trading."

"???"

(End of this chapter)