Chapter 1990: Escalation of conflict

Love is not actually called Love. His real name is Peng Lefeng, and he is also one of the same elite mercenaries trained by Lin Rui back then. It's just that Lincoln, a foreigner, is often inaccurate, and the music style is often called Love. It's the same reason that Lin Rui is often called Rick, and the Yankees brought in their English habits as they spoke.
Peng Lefeng nodded and took out the missile from the truck. This is a TOW missile on board.
The "Tao" missile is a weapon that can penetrate the armor shell of a tank. It consists of two sections and weighs about forty pounds. It is equipped with stabilizer wings in the middle and tail, and a copper wire as thin as a hair is dragged on the body. This copper wire can control the flight path of the missile so that it can fly accurately in accordance with the orbit of the laser positioning.
Its circular warhead is equipped with shaped explosives. Once it hits, the warhead will first release a stream of molten copper ions. This stream of ions can burn through the shell of the target, allowing the missile to enter the target and completely inside. The explosion releases all energy. The power of the explosion is enough to blow up nearby people to pieces, and at the same time it will eject countless sharp metal fragments in all directions. Although it is not an advanced thing, it is already a big killer here.
After a flash of light passed, there was a violent explosion. The secret agency armed vehicle that was hitting their line of defense was destroyed, and the surrounding people were completely overthrown by the explosive air currents. Thick smoke suddenly filled the entire area.
The secret society armed forces that survived the first wave of explosions have not had time to organize a counterattack. At this time, the second missile exploded, and other members of Group B were also launching rockets at them, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of smoke, gunpowder, blood, and burnt limbs. The buildings on the roadside were immediately mutilated by the bombing, and they collapsed directly, blocking the road.
"Nice work, Group B." Lin Rui shouted on the radio, "Hurry up, we are running out of time, let all the wounded get in the car. The others try to share all the vehicles. We have lost three cars. , But I can barely run when crowded together. Make sure not to leave anyone behind."
The momentum of the secret society's attack was contained. From dawn to early morning, Lin Rui and others experienced the most tragic battle of this trip to Anmore. There were a large number of casualties in both group a and b. But they still broke through in the end. When the secret society reinforcements arrived, they had already evacuated cleanly, not even leaving the body of a companion.
Maklovsky fell the chair of the headquarters on the spot and roared, "They can all escape?"
"The battle is fierce. According to the report ahead, their firepower is very fierce, and they used the cover of the ruins...If the reinforcements can be faster, in fact, we still have a chance." Conan shook his head. "In any case, we have brought the situation under control and let them understand that such an attack on the checkpoint has a price."
"The price? We lost three checkpoints, and the door to the oil extraction area is wide open. Now those international oil companies are all watching our jokes. If they lose control of the highway, they cannot threaten their existence. Yes. In order to transport supplies, they can still extract large amounts of crude oil freely through those oil production bases. This is not what we want at all. What we want is to force him out of Anmore North, and then control these oil producing areas by ourselves. Rather than let these fat-headed oil tycoons continue to do whatever they want under the protection of mercenaries." Maqlovsky shouted sharply.
"Then the matter is now, what can you do? Continue to send people to set up new checkpoints? But their two-day attack will make our morale low, and no one even wants to go to the checkpoint. That's how the Iraqi guerrillas dealt with the US troops in Iraq. The endless harassment, attacks and roadside bombs will make you collapse." Conan shook his head.
"But this is the only way to force those international oil companies to compromise with us in addition to directly attacking them." Maklovsky shook his head.
"Perhaps, but this is still not the best way for the other party." Conan turned his head and said, "I have received a call from the Baron just now. The other party has used more than just attacks on checkpoints, but Black Island uses us. Several neighboring countries with influence in the African Union have already asked for the Security Council to send peacekeeping troops in. In their words, the conflict has escalated seriously, which has brought great panic and humanitarian disasters."
"The deployment of peacekeeping forces is not so fast. There must be a process, and Anmore currently belongs to the Orumi Federation. The deployment of peacekeeping forces must be approved by the Federation. So we have the ability to deal with those oil companies before the peacekeeping forces are stationed. "Maklovsky waved his hand.
"That's true, but it also reminds us that we can't make things too much, otherwise it will be difficult to end. After all, those oil companies are behind some big powers, ExxonMobil, PetroChina, British Petroleum .You should know how much energy is behind them." Conan frowned.
"Of course I know this, and the other party knows it, so their main purpose..." Makovsky was startled slightly, "Damn, I should have thought of it." He turned and looked at the map and said, "We were fooled. ."
"What's the matter?" Conan frowned.
"Peacekeeping troops can't quench their thirst. They expand the situation in the hope that the international humanitarian organization will intervene to provide Anmore with medical drugs and food. Because the vehicles of the international humanitarian rescue organization must be kept open, they are all civilians and volunteers. We cannot attack them either.
If we really want to do this, we will be targeted. And by allowing them to do so, we will not be able to block the road to the oil-producing areas. Damn, this is their back hand! "Maklovsky paced back and forth.
"So that's the case, then what should we do?" Conan hesitated.
"I have to see the Baron. Some of our strategies must be adjusted in time. The blockade of oil producing areas must be temporarily suspended, and we have to find other ways to solve these oil companies." Maklovsky said solemnly.
"Other methods? We have already paid a lot for this." Conan shook his head. "Even for this, the two warlords who secretly supported Anmore went to war with each other. Now you tell me to find another way? Do you think the Baron can agree? What is your opinion?"
"He will agree," Maklovsky said slowly, "because he sees farther than you."
Conan was speechless for a while.