Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 658 Desert Bandit

In 635 AD, the Abbasid Dynasty conquered the Mesopotamia. In the second year, the second caliph Umar built a military camp in Basra, and gradually developed into an important city in the Mesopotamia.

Basra is not only the second largest city in the Mesopotamia Basin, but also the largest port in the Mesopotamia Basin. It is 120 kilometers away from the Persian Gulf in the south and is the only hub connecting the Persian Gulf with the Tigris River and the Euphrates River. Known as the "Oriental Venice".

In charge of oil exploration near Basra is an exploration team of the Persian Petroleum Company, headed by an Englishman named Gary Clare.

Providing protection for this oil exploration team of less than a hundred people is the First Squadron of the Second Brigade of the Fourth Army of the Persian Gulf Division of the Umbrella Company. The squadron leader is a German named Jansen.

The establishment of the Umbrella Company is similar to that of the regular army in southern Africa. The corresponding level of the squadron is the company, but the number is only 100, which is not as large as the company of the regular army, and there is no logistics unit. The permanent units of the regular army, such as chefs and medical teams, are all in the umbrella company. No.

After all, it is a profit-oriented organization, so you can save as much as you can, and mercenaries don't need thoughtful service. It is a profession that licks blood with knives, and there are not many high requirements.

Jason received the news on March NO.15, and immediately went to Gary Claire.

"Desert bandits? This is Basra, not Hejaz. Where did these desert bandits come from?" Gary Claire couldn't believe it.

Basra is located in the hinterland of Mesopotamia, and the environment is much better than Port Elizabeth. Most of the land around Port Elizabeth has been abandoned, and the land around Basra is still very fertile, so it is not deserted. , the area around Basra is already considered a bustling place.

That's why Gary Clare couldn't believe that the desert bandits dared to infiltrate Basra. You must know that there are regular Ottoman troops stationed nearby.

"I just got the news that a desert tribe that failed in the conflict is moving to Basra, so we have to leave here as soon as possible." Jason is not talking nonsense, believe it or not, anyway, the mercenaries have already started packing their bags.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. The mercenaries have very few belongings. Except for the necessary combat supplies, the salaries of the mercenaries will be deposited in the Rand Bank or remitted to their families. The unexpected harvest will also be sold to the Rand Bank at a discount, and then the money will still be remitted to his family, so the mercenaries moved very quickly, and some of them had already started to lead the camels.

In desert areas, it is not easy for war horses to survive, but camels are the most common means of transportation, and they are also a symbol of the wealth of desert nations. Generally, people here judge a person's economic strength by the number of camels.

"Then kill them? You can't just let go and leave. We signed a contract." Gary Claire was anxious to get angry. Although the Mesopotamia is relatively safer than the chaotic peninsula, there are accidents. If there is no With the protection of mercenaries, the residents here, as well as the regular army of the Ottoman Empire, may become desert robbers at any time.

"There is an exemption clause in our contract. In case of war, serious violent conflict and other irresistible events, we have the right to evacuate in advance. Now I am routinely notifying you that if you want, you can evacuate with us. If you don't want to , then I think you are unilaterally rescinding the contract, and you can withdraw immediately at any time." Jason is not in a hurry, there is such a clause in the contract.

"Help Jason, our oil well has drilled 800 feet, give me another week, and I will definitely find oil in just one week." Gary Clare does not want to evacuate. All the investment was wasted.

800 feet, or 244 meters, may not sound worth mentioning, but at the beginning of the twentieth century, it was already a rare depth.

Speaking of it, many people may not believe it. Many oil wells in the early [-]th century were dug by manpower. At this time, the oil wells did not have much technical content. When one oil well produced oil, another oil well was drilled next to it. That is, the oil wells are densely packed, and it is almost possible to jump directly from one derrick to another.

At that time, the oil extraction technology was not good. There was no water injection and no secondary oil recovery technology. Basically, as much oil could be pumped, but the oil could not be pumped, or the oil pumped out was not enough to cover the cost, and the oil well would be abandoned.

The oil field discovered by the Persian Petroleum Company the year before last was able to produce [-] barrels a day at first, and then many oil wells swarmed in. As a result, the output of the oil wells dropped rapidly last year, and now it is only a few hundred barrels a day, which is better than nothing.

Gary Clare adopted American technology, using mechanical drilling. Compared with manual mining, mechanical drilling is of course more efficient and faster, but it also comes with higher costs. In the past, the Persian Oil Company drilled an oil well It only costs about [-] pounds, and now the cost of an oil well has reached [-] pounds.

So Gary Claire really didn't dare to go.

"You said that a week ago, when you drilled 700 feet, and a week later, the well is now 800 feet. I don't think you need to give me the answer. Mr. William Knox Darcy estimates that it needs to be obtained. Your explanation." Jason turned around and left without talking nonsense.

"Wait, wait—" Garry Clare chased Jason out of the tent.

As soon as he got out of the tent, he saw a mercenary rushing towards him in the distance.

"Sir, the desert bandits are here, less than ten kilometers away from here—" the mercenary shouted from afar.

There was a sudden panic in the camp, the mercenaries of the umbrella company were busy lining up, and the employees of the Persian oil company were at a loss, and some even ran away screaming.

In the peninsula, the desert robbers are similar to the god of death. Wherever these people go, they are almost like locusts.

"Did you hear that? There are less than ten kilometers left, pack up your things now, we have to retreat immediately." Jason will not fight head-on with the desert robbers, what did that sentence mean?

A gentleman does not stand under a wall of danger!

"At least you have to give me time, there are so many people here, so many devices—" Gary Claire was at a loss, he didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to face the desert robbers even more.

Jason didn't talk nonsense, he whistled directly, and several mercenaries came over immediately.

"Take him away, notify everyone, we'll evacuate right away—" Jason pointed at Gary Claire and gave the order. At this time, human life is still important, so let's forget about equipment.

Several mercenaries rushed forward immediately.

"I won't go, I can't go, let me go—" Gary Claire struggled hard, but it was obvious that the resistance was futile.

After only 10 minutes, everyone evacuated, leaving only a messy camp.

After another half an hour, thick smoke billowed from the camp, followed by violent explosions.

On the hillside about two kilometers away from the camp, Jason was holding a telescope with a dignified face, and Gary Claire sat on the ground in a daze and muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over, how can I explain to Mr. Darcy—"

"Claire, calm down, this is not your problem." Jason handed the binoculars to the mercenary beside him, sat down beside Gary Claire, pulled out a weed and chewed it in his mouth.

"Whose problem is that?" Gary Clare smiled wryly.

"It's not yours anyway." Jason spat out the grass roots in his mouth viciously. In fact, there are only more than 100 desert robbers. If there is a direct conflict, Jason is fully confident that he will win.

"I have two kids who go to school in Birmingham and are waiting for me to send the money back and now it's all over and I've screwed it all up and Mr Darcy won't let me go -" Gary Clare Downcast, as if he had foreseen a miserable future.

"Mr. Darcy—it's not your fault."

"Do you think Mr. Darcy will listen to my explanation?"

Jason was silent, no one can guarantee this.

"I graduated from Cambridge University and then worked in Peninsula for 12 years. This is the first time I have been responsible for a project alone. Now everything is over. I doubt whether I can go back to Birmingham. Maybe tomorrow I will be in the Persian Gulf. An unnamed corpse—” Gary Clare burst into tears, oil exploration is like this, when there is oil, it is heaven, and if there is no oil, it is hell.

Capital is always cruel.

"Really, go to Port Elizabeth. I can guarantee that in Port Elizabeth, you can get a salary no lower than that of the Persian Oil Company." Jason has been working with Gary Claire during this time, although Jason is not sure that Gary How capable is Claire, but Jason can be sure that Gary Claire is a responsible person.

If Jason hadn't ordered the mercenaries to take Gary Claire away forcibly just now, it is estimated that Gary Claire would really stay in the camp and live and die with the derrick.

"Ha, even if I get to Port Elizabeth, I'm still a loser." Gary Claire yelled, he couldn't listen to anything now.

After a while, the desert bandits finally left the exploration camp.

Several mercenaries tried to return to the camp for investigation, and after making sure that all the desert robbers had withdrawn, Jason and Gary Claire returned to the camp.

The camp was in ruins. The desert bandits took everything that could be taken away, and burned everything that could not be taken away. Even the derrick was directly blown up by the desert bandits.

"Can it be repaired?" Jason really didn't understand oil exploration technology.

"Impossible, this oil well has been abandoned. Even if we fish out the drill bit, no one can guarantee whether the desert robbers will come again." Gary Claire sat on the open space in front of the derrick with his head in his hands, with a dull expression.

Jason raised his head and looked in the direction the desert bandit was retreating, and vaguely saw a desert bandit wearing a turban on a distant mountain peak for a moment.

(End of this chapter)