Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2422 Can't earn a penny
Regardless of how arrogant Alexander was in front of Patton, in front of Alvin, a powerful son with a noble title, Alexander still had to talk about his love.

Alexander was also born in an aristocratic family. He attended the famous Harrow School in middle school. Like Winston, he graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst.

The night was dark, with a bright moon in the sky, scattered stars, and no wind. The night in the desert was quiet and boring. In the outpost about one kilometer away from the oil field, several British soldiers were drowsy and struggling.

No matter how spectacular the scenery is, it will turn a blind eye when you are in it, especially in the desert. The endless sand dunes are easy to make people tired, especially for those who have served in the desert for several months.

"When I get back to the city, I must find a swimming pool and take a good dip. My hair is full of sand—" Simon Dick from Liverpool hugged his Enfield, his sight was out of focus, his eyes were dull, Half asleep.

"I'm going to go find a Persian bitch and have a good time, can you imagine, I'm so excited to see a mare now-" Harry Gibson, also from Liverpool, is hungry and thirsty, 1800 members of the St. Helens Rifles Soldiers have been on duty in the desert for more than a month, and everyone has reached their limit.

"Would you like to play a game?" Kenneth, who was only 17 years old, took out a deck of playing cards, which was the last entertainment method for soldiers in the desert.

"We're still on duty—" Simon was loyal to his duty, worried about being attacked by nomadic tribes.

The situation has been relatively tense recently. The British and American troops have been attacked one after another. The St. Helens Rifle Regiment is very tense. Their task is to protect the oil fields.

Alexander still attached great importance to oil fields, and did not dare to send British and Indian troops to protect the oil fields. Instead, he chose the St. Helens Rifles, which were all composed of British.

St. Helens is a rifle regiment in name. Before entering the desert, it was specially equipped with an armored battalion, equipped with more than 40 Matilda tanks, and its combat effectiveness was greatly improved.

There is also an armored brigade stationed about 20 kilometers away from the oil field. If necessary, it can provide support at any time. Therefore, the St. Helens Rifle Regiment is not facing a lot of defensive pressure. How strong is the combat effectiveness of the nomadic tribe? Standing regular army.

"Relax Simon, we've been here for more than a month, we haven't even seen a rabbit, and we're going to switch defenses in an hour, if you don't play, get out of the way." Harry Gibson sat up, half a The body is exposed outside the bunker.

This is a temporary outpost. The so-called bunker is a bunker dug on the ground, which can only accommodate one person. The task of Harry and his team is not defense, but early warning.

The night in the desert is a bit cool, and the temperature difference between day and night is large. Harry is not feeling well and has a cold. He is now wrapped in a marching blanket with a blanket under his body. The flashlight tied to the helmet emits a faint light. serious breach of discipline.

Turn on the flashlight when you are on duty, because I'm afraid you won't be able to see it from a distance.

Harry was not worried at all, he had personally killed two North Africans, and he considered himself to have rich combat experience.

"Be careful, maybe the officer will patrol later—" Simon moved to the side to make room for someone willing to play cards.

"Ha, I bet our officers are sleeping soundly and won't come to patrol at all." Harry is confident, even if there are officers patrolling, the discipline of the British army has always been bad. The beam is crooked.

The card stand was set up, and all the soldiers except Harry immediately surrounded him.

It doesn't matter what you play, the result is not important, the key is to be able to pass the time.

Simon did not participate in gambling. Looking at the rolling sand dunes in the distance, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and the green smoke curled up.

"A pair of Kings—"

"Ha, a pair of aces, I win—"

"What are you doing, you play cards so badly—"

Gambling was in full swing, Simon took out his wallet from his pocket, kissed a photo of his wife and daughter and stuffed it back, when suddenly there were some strange sounds in the distance, as if someone was lying on the sand dunes and moving.

"Who! Who?" Simon pushed and loaded the gun, and the strange sound and the noise of playing cards disappeared instantly.

"What's the matter?" Harry didn't put down the cards in his hand, and his ears were full of cigarettes, which were his spoils of war.

The British soldiers were not rich, so cigarettes became the best bet, and they were graded. One cigarette made in the United States could replace two cigarettes made in Britain.

Cigarettes produced in southern Africa are of the lowest value, because southern African cigarettes contain only tobacco leaves and no other special additives.

"I really want to hear something—" Simon squinted his eyes and searched carefully, but found nothing.

There are still many small animals in the desert, such as rabbits, foxes, snakes and so on.

"Dude, are you dreaming?" A soldier who was eager to flip through the book spoke with sarcasm.

"Poor Simon, you must be hallucinating—" Harry laughed, and the laughter spread far and wide in the silent night sky.

"No, I really seem to hear some voices, all of you, please be quiet—" Simon was highly vigilant and never joked about his own life.

"You—" Harry was about to say something when suddenly there was a muzzle flash in the distance.

They are all soldiers, and they are all too familiar with things like muzzle flashes.

Harry didn't even have time to warn, a bullet accurately hit Harry's helmet, and then he heard the sound of gunfire.

bah—

crotch--

The bullet penetrated Harry's helmet and pierced Harry's skull, blood spattered everywhere, Harry fell to the ground without saying a word, the blood spread down the flashlight on Harry's helmet, and the light of the flashlight turned red .

"Enemy attack——" Simon's warning sound was piercing. He raised his gun to fight back, but another row of machine gun bullets swept over. Simon lay tightly on the ground, and several soldiers beside him had no time to react, and were knocked down one after another. .

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of horseshoes, and a knight wearing a white turban and a sand-colored cloak galloped past Simon.

All Simon could do was hold his head in his hands and curl his body tightly into a ball.

Colonel Thomas Duncan, Commander of the St Helens Rifles, was having dinner with the Chief of Staff, Colonel Steele Taylor, when the shots rang out.

After the transport convoy was attacked, the connection between the oil field and Algiers was seriously threatened. There was only one convoy going back and forth between the oil field and Algiers every day. Nearly [-] barrels of oil had been dug out from the oil field, but they could not be transported out. Worried Thomas Duncan.

"Our work is worthless if we can't get the oil out, damn Yankees, damn North Africans, damn Southern Africans - they're all enemies of the British Empire, we shouldn't have given up the South in the first place Africa—" Thomas Duncan was restless, always feeling as if something bad was about to come back to life.

"Calm down, sir, at least we can guarantee the safety of the oil field. The biggest problem now is that we don't even know who our enemy is. General Patton's approach is right. We should eliminate all threats around us." Clean it up completely." Steele Taylor cut the steak slowly, and the steak was only medium rare and bloodshot.

"Tomorrow, I will apply for the air force to intervene to clear the surrounding North African tribes, at least to drive them far away—" Thomas Duncan didn't finish speaking, and suddenly there was a gunshot in the distance.

"What the hell is going on here?" Thomas Duncan snarled wildly as he rushed out of the office and stood in the corridor.

Thomas Duncan's office is on the second floor. Although it is difficult to build a high-rise building in the desert, a building with two or three floors is not a problem.

"I don't know, sir, I'll send someone to check right away—" The officer on duty rushed out of the office disheveled, carrying a coat and a gun belt in his hand.

"Fix it for me right away, there must be no accidents!" Thomas Duncan hadn't finished speaking when the whistling sound of shells suddenly came from the air.

Despair instantly filled Thomas Duncan's eyes.

This is not an attack at all, but all of them died together. As long as one shell falls in the oil field, the consequences can be imagined.

boom--

A shell exploded in an open field not far from Thomas, stirring up dust and dust in the sky.

Before Thomas had time to rejoice, several more shells fell.

This time it was more unlucky. A shell hit the open space where the ammunition was piled up in the center of the camp. After the violent explosion, it did not cause a martyrdom explosion.

Before Thomas had time to rejoice, a shell landed on the derrick not far away.

The derrick is a wooden structure.

The enemy frantically used artillery shells like incendiary bombs, and the fire was ignited instantly. More than a dozen British soldiers rushed over carrying sandbags. In the desert, sand is more effective in extinguishing fire than water.

"Taylor, Taylor, find me the damn artillery positions and destroy them completely—" Thomas' eyes were tearing apart, the fire spread quickly, and the sand poured on it had no effect. At this time, the wind suddenly blew up, and the wind helped the fire. spread more rapidly.

"Send Matilda out immediately, I need some time—" Even if Taylor was a mathematician, it would take time to calculate the position of the artillery positions.

Tanks also take time to launch.

The nighttime temperature in the desert is relatively low, and Matilda needs to warm up the car according to the procedure.

Before Matilda moved, the fire on the derrick continued to spread across the country, and finally it was beyond control.

woo-

Another round of shells flew over with a breathtaking scream.

boom boom-

This was definitely premeditated. The enemy even knew the structure of the camp very well. Next to the ammunition in the center of the camp, there were piles of oil that had been mined but had not had time to be transported away.

A shell accurately landed in the middle of the oil barrel. After a violent explosion, some oil barrels were thrown tens of meters high with flames. The air exploded, and bits and pieces of oil fell into the camp with flames. The fire detonated instantly, and the situation was completely out of control.

"Taylor, Taylor, think of a way—" Thomas was completely desperate, the fire was out of control, and the oil field was gone.

"There's no other way, let's go, we're going to burn here soon—" Taylor threw down a sentence, turned around and ran, and when he ran to the stairs, he slipped and fell to the ground.

Taylor obviously had a hard time getting up, having just fallen hard.

But Taylor didn't stay. After struggling to stand up, he walked down the stairs. The door next to him opened, and the disheveled officers rushed out of the room and fled. Unfortunately, Taylor was squeezed to the ground.

"God, help me—" Taylor's voice was lost in the dense footsteps.

Thomas didn't care about Taylor, he put his coat on his head, and rushed downstairs in three steps at a time. After leaving the small building, he found that his shoes had all run away.

Who cares about shoes at this time, the whole camp is in chaos, everyone fled. Matilda, who had just finished warming up, was the most violent. An officer tried to stop a Matilda. Da, but was directly knocked down by Matilda.

Without the slightest pause, Matilda turned on her horsepower, overwhelmed the officer, overwhelmed two British soldiers who were in a panic, and rushed out of the camp and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

Thomas fell to his knees as if he had lost his soul, not wanting to say a word.

Lost, totally lost.

Fewer than ten men from the St. Helens' Rifles were killed by enemy attacks that night.

However, more than 70 people died in fires and various accidents.

The fire has been burning for a week. After the fire was extinguished, some of the ground in the camp was even burnt to glaze.

This is also thanks to the temporary suspension of production in the oil field after the attack on the transport convoy.

Otherwise, if the oil well is ignited, the loss is immeasurable.

Alvin went to Alexander's office at this time and put forward his suggestion to Alexander.

"Yes General, if you want, Adan Petroleum can accept the oilfield exploration work—" Alvin raised his hand to prevent Alexander from interrupting: "—Listen to me General, whether you admit it or not, if you If you insist on independent mining, then a barrel of oil will not reach Algiers, on the contrary, if Adan Petroleum takes over the oil field production, the United Kingdom can enjoy about 30.00% of the oil field’s income.”

"Is it only 30.00%? You have a good plan!" Alexander sneered, not accepting Alvin's proposal.

"30.00% is better than zero percent." Alvin was not in a hurry. Just now, Alexander sent two divisions to the oil field, preparing to retaliate against the armed forces around the oil field.

The British have gone crazy and no longer limit the target of revenge to nomadic tribes, but to all armed forces.

"This is just my suggestion. Of course you have the right to disagree-but I want to remind you that a mere North African oil field can't change anything. If Adan Company is willing, it can completely make you lose everything. Adan Company just It is because of the friendship of allies that I extend a helping hand to you." Alvin was calm and unhurried, he really wasn't a threat, if the Adan company lowered the price, then the British would really lose everything and not make any money.

Free trade is all about commercial activities. Adan's price reduction is for the purpose of competition, and the federal government of southern Africa has nothing to do with it.

(End of this chapter)