Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1342 Yes, this is very American

The next day, Ernesto signed a sale and purchase agreement with Iron Four Corners to sell the plantation in Itabira to Iron Four Corners.

Blackmail also depends on the target. If it is a company that has just been established and does not have a strong background, then Ernesto will definitely pay a lot of money.

Forget about the Iron Four Corners jointly established by Nyasaran Company and Adan Company. Neither of these two is easy to mess with, and they are not good targets for blackmail.

What's more, the price offered by the Iron Four Corners Company is really not low. Compared with the coffee plantation, it must be very high, but compared with the iron mine buried underground in Itabira, it is still a drop in the bucket.

In short, everyone is very happy.

Roque was also very happy when the news came back to Southern Africa.

Two of the three iron mines with the largest reserves in the world are already owned by Rock. If this news is released, many people will probably go crazy.

When the capital of Nyasaland was besieged in South America, the atmosphere on the US-Canada border became increasingly tense.

The First Armored Division has arrived in Halifax and has successfully entered the Halifax Army Base.

A Southern African Corps of Engineers also arrived in Halifax to build a military airfield next to the Army base.

With the establishment of the Atlantic Fleet, Patton's position was logically promoted to the commander of the Atlantic Fleet, and also served as the commander-in-chief of the Halifax base. The southern African garrison in Halifax increased to more than [-] people.

Nominally, it is 4000, but the actual number of combat troops is less than [-], and the rest are all base support personnel.

"Most of the houses on the base have been in disrepair for a long time, and a large amount of money is needed to completely repair them. The help that the Canadian government can provide is limited, and we have to rely on our own efforts—" Liu Chengbi, chief of staff of the Atlantic Fleet, is Patton's old partner, and he joined the South China Sea earlier than Patton. The African Navy is a new-generation general who grew up with Patton.

Liu Chengbi has just finished his studies at the Dartmouth Royal Naval Academy, with the rank of major general, so Patton can be regarded as Liu Chengbi's senior.

"It doesn't matter, we got the franchise in Canada, and we can ship goods from southern Africa to Canada for sale. It seems that there is no airline in Canada yet. Let Smith go to Nyasaran Air to order some civil aviation transport planes. Let's eat this crab." "Patton is not good at doing business, but there are people who are good at doing business. It is not surprising that the military does business in southern Africa. The military service agency is a semi-commercial organization led by the Ministry of Defense in southern Africa.

"Then we have to set up a company." Liu Chengbi is also good at business, and he is already a general, but he still has to worry about money. It's hell.

"No, find some Canadian companies to cooperate with. You can find a few more and let them compete with each other." Barton learned a lot from Rock.

"General, the Canadian Border Patrol and the US National Guard broke out again, and the Province of New Brunswick once again asked us to intervene." Patton's secretary reported.

"How many times is this already this month?" Patton was also helpless. The southern African troops stationed in Canada are a deterrent force, and in principle they will not intervene in these small frictions on the US-Canada border.

"The fourth time—" Liu Chengbi understood the situation very well.

"It doesn't work anyway, why don't you send troops to support it?" Patton wanted to teach the Americans a lesson.

"Let them change their clothes, and change into the clothes of the Canadian Border Patrol." Yoo Seung-bi also wanted to test the combat effectiveness of the American National Guard.

"It's more convenient to pick some white officers and soldiers." Patton added that there are still many whites serving in the southern African army.

"Try to find Germans—" Liu Chengbi is insidious. After the World War, the Americans committed countless crimes in Germany. The Germans in southern Africa actually don't hate the British and the French, but they grit their teeth at the Americans.

The conflict between Britain, France and Germany has a long history and has hurt each other for hundreds of years. It has long been unclear who is right and who is wrong.

The United States is an extraterritorial country, and has no deep interest entanglement with Britain, France and Germany. Before the outbreak of the World War, the United States would not refuse anyone, and the business was very enjoyable. After the Germans earned the British and French, it was ugly; when the World War broke out, the trade Cut off, the United States really can't make money, so it ended up directly, becoming the last straw that crushed Germany.

After the World War, the U.S. troops were responsible for managing the German prisoner-of-war camps on the Rhine River, which resulted in the death of a large number of German officers and soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camps. In the past two years, several "mass graves" with thousands of corpses were discovered on both sides of the Rhine River. related to the atrocities committed by the US military.

Therefore, the Germans in southern Africa do not need to mobilize to fight against the Americans.

Patton and Liu Chengbi were very efficient. In just two days, more than 100 white soldiers were selected to go to New Brunswick, most of whom were of German origin.

"The National Guard is actually a militia. These Yankees are extremely insidious. They often hide large forces and then send people to provoke our Border Patrol. Sometimes they will use old and weak women and children to lure us into being fooled. They will even cross the border recklessly. Attacking our patrols, sometimes even looting the belongings of people living near the border.” In charge of the reception was Captain Christopher, who participated in the World Wars and is still serving on the Border Patrol.

"Robbery?" Captain Hans from southern Africa couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's robbery. The United States is a country made up of robbers. This is very normal and very American." Christopher snorted. The United States in this era is not yet a beacon of democracy.

Captain Hans was speechless, silently took out a knuckle from his pocket and put it on his hand.

Not far from the opposite side, more than a dozen National Guards from the state of Maine are approaching. According to Christopher, even though there are very few people on the opposite side, there are still many people hiding in the woods not far away. .

"What is this?" Christopher didn't know knuckles, but he looked very powerful.

"Kinghu, it's very effective in hand-to-hand combat." Captain Hans was full of emotion. The Canadian Border Patrol was too kind, so they were rubbed on the ground by the Americans.

"Is there any extra?" Christopher eagerly tried.

"Here you are--" Hans handed Christopher a stick, and then taught Christopher how to use it.

Christopher immediately had a great time playing with it, throwing it out and taking it back, like a child with a new toy.

So childish!

"Bastards, we meet again. Are your injuries healed?" Before the two patrols met, the National Guard began to provoke.

"Ready to get punched?"

"I'm going to let you live in fear for the rest of your life!"

"Die you bastard—"

Almost every member of the National Guard was laughing loudly, and one even jumped off his horse, unbuttoned his pants, and pissed on the Border Patrol.

Except for Christopher, the officers and soldiers around Hans are all southern African soldiers.

Hans didn't speak, and drove his horse towards the National Guard soldier who was peeing.

"Asshole, do you see clearly, I'm going to use this to smack your mouth!" The National Guard soldier who was peeing was extremely arrogant, and he didn't seem to realize the danger coming.

"Hey——" Hans suddenly urged his horse, and rushed towards the rude National Guard soldiers.

"Fuck it—" the National Guard soldier didn't have time to put away the crime tools, and there was a large wet patch on his trousers, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Hahahaha, look at this bastard—"

"Do you still pee your pants at such a big age?"

"He was frightened—"

The soldiers beside Hans laughed.

"Bastard, I'm going to teach you a lesson!" The guy in his pants rushed towards Hans, the rifle was still on his shoulder, and he didn't intend to take it down.

The National Guard and Border Patrol should not want to escalate the situation, as long as they don't shoot, injuries are commonplace.

Hans sneered, got off his horse, and looked at the guy rushing over aggressively calmly.

Before the aggressive guy had time to shake his fist, Hans punched him hard in the face.

This was a fist with knuckles on it. Before the aggressive guy could block it, he was knocked down to the ground. Before the end, there seemed to be blood and teeth flying in the air.

At the same time as Hans started, other National Guard officers and soldiers and members of the Border Patrol slammed into each other, and there were shouts and curses, punches to the flesh, screams and wailing.

The National Guard never dreamed that in just a few days, the Border Patrol had improved so fast.

Before the National Guards hiding in the woods arrived at the battlefield, the melee was over.

The people lying on the ground were all National Guard officers and soldiers, and Hans' men were almost unscathed.

"Bastard, beat him up!" The reinforcements of the National Guard officers and soldiers didn't have a rich vocabulary of swearing. They repeated the words "stupid pig" and "bastard", without any culture at all.

Fearless in the face of danger, Hans led his men to go forward bravely, and a scuffle broke out again.

Hans also had an ambush. When the National Guard reinforcements arrived, Hans' men were also outflanking.

By the time the National Guard reacted, they were surrounded.

"Don't take away their guns, take away all the bullets and clothes, and take away all the horses, hehe, these Americans are really rich, and they can even equip thoroughbred horses—" Hans won a big victory, and the spoils are still If you want, the Atlantic Fleet is really short of money now.

"Asshole, you can't insult us—" A member of the National Guard raised his gun decisively.

"Put the gun down, you know the consequences of shooting, as long as you dare to shoot, all of you will die!" Hans' expression was gloomy, and if he didn't shoot, no matter how serious the consequences were, they were all within controllable range.

Once a shot is fired, it is hard to say, and friction may develop into a conflict, and a further step is a local war.

"You can't do this, get out of here, I'll shoot—" The National Guard soldiers who were surrounded did not give up.

"Hahaha, you drive—"

"Be brave son of a bitch, you're not holding a firestick—"

Hans' subordinates around him were laughing and laughing.

The surrounded National Guard soldier was accidentally hit by the butt of a gun in the back of the head.

If this strikes a little harder, it will kill people.

(End of this chapter)