I remember that when Rock first bought Port Elizabeth, the oil fields in Persia were in chaos. The density of derricks was comparable to a hornet's nest. They were one after another, and it was amazing to be able to step from one derrick to another.
At that time, the competition among various oil companies was in a state of disorder. When they found an oil well, everyone rushed to exploit it frantically. If the oil ran out, they would replace it with another one. Scientific development and sustainable development were all a joke. Many oil fields that appeared to be depleted were actually depleted.
A lot of oil can still be produced, and Adan Company has made a fortune by acquiring abandoned oil wells.
Nowadays, the technology of oil companies in extracting oil has made great progress compared to that time. When major oil companies find oil fields, they do not rush to drill wells, but compete to occupy the territory first, without giving competitors a chance to get involved.
The situation in North Africa is very special. The war is not over yet, and the ownership of North Africa has not yet been determined. Even if the British want to seize the land, they don't know who to apply for, which leaves opportunities for others.
"You bastards, you can't do this!" Alexander was furious. De Gaulle was so vicious that he directly hit the British people's lifeblood.
De Gaulle just smiled and hit me if he could.
"Aha, I suddenly remembered that I have a meeting in the afternoon -" Eisenhower laughed and left. No matter how capable the British are, they cannot encircle the entire North Africa.
"Harold, listen to me and put the overall situation first -" Barton said earnestly. He could understand Alexander's mood, but he did not accept Alexander's behavior.
"Wait, you will never succeed." Alexander's face was ashen and he left with hatred, not knowing how to stop the oil companies that were about to swarm in.
There is indeed going to be a swarm of people coming.
When the news spread that Britain had discovered oil in North Africa, oil companies such as Adam Company, Najd Oil, Rockefeller, and Mobil took notice, and everyone wanted a piece of the pie.
Who can have trouble with oil? Even Adan, which owns the Persian Gulf, is eyeing North African oil fields.
Of course it would be nice to part ways.
Even if they can't divide it, they can't let the British succeed, or they'll break up in one fell swoop.
The efficiency of the oil company was still very high. Three days later, a drilling team from Mobil Oil arrived in Algiers, preparing to enter the desert to search for oil.
"The Americans came too fast--" At the Algiers dock, Kenny, a senior agent in Bullard's office, was observing with a telescope and recording in his notebook.
The Americans came well prepared, carrying more than ten containers of drilling equipment and at least hundreds of members. This efficiency could not even be achieved by the Adan Company, which is closer to Algiers.
"This is not someone from Mobil Oil at all." Julian, who is also a senior agent, was careful. The Americans arrived in a hurry and the "British American Petroleum" logo on the container had not yet been painted over.
Maybe I didn’t want to apply it at all and deliberately made the British people feel disgusted.
In order to compete with the Adam Oil Company, the United States and Britain jointly established Anglo American Petroleum, which mainly conducted business in Persia.
Anglo-American Petroleum has multiple drilling teams around the Mediterranean. The drilling team that discovered oil in the UK was also affiliated with Anglo-American Petroleum.
No wonder Eisenhower was so angry.
The oil fields discovered by Anglo-American Petroleum should theoretically be jointly owned by the United Kingdom and the United States.
Now that the British want to monopolize it, Eisenhower must safeguard American interests.
So whether a relationship is good or not really depends not on blood ties, but on interests.
"Do you think this will lead to a breakup between the British and American oil companies?" Kenny has sinister intentions, and Brad's office does the dirty work.
"It's hard to say -" Julian wasn't sure. British people and Americans both had no bottom line. As long as there were interests, anything could be discussed.
For southern Africans, there are some bottom-line things that cannot be traded, such as territory.
There is no bottom line between the British and the Americans. A while ago, the British exchanged territory for destroyers, and no one in the British Parliament objected.
The Americans have no bottom line. MacArthur has suggested to the U.S. Congress to abandon the Philippines and replace it with southern Africa. MacArthur has now written his resignation report.
Eisenhower still attached great importance to this drilling team and sent a U.S. military unit to be responsible for the safety of the drilling team. After all equipment was loaded, the convoy left the dock under the protection of the U.S. military.
Kenny and Julian packed up their things and retreated. As soon as they walked to the corridor, two people walked out of the next room.
Both Kenny and Julian knew each other and worked for the British Intelligence Service.
To work for the British Intelligence Agency, you do not necessarily have to be a British agent, you may also be an intelligence broker who makes a living by selling intelligence.
"Good evening, gentlemen, it looks like you have gained a lot." Julian greeted him proactively. They would sometimes buy intelligence from intelligence brokers.
"I have news about the American drilling crew. Are you interested?" Intelligence dealers like to make deals with generous southern Africans.
"Tell me about it--" Julian must be interested.
The information dealer smiled and said nothing, his meaning was very clear, give money first.
"50?" Julian offered the price proactively.
The information dealer smiled and shook his head, asking for more money.
"100?" Julian gritted his teeth and smiled. 100 is a lot. Some so-called big shots only have 100 per life.
The information dealer continued to shake his head.
"Don't be too greedy. You have to spend your life to make money." Julian's smile disappeared. Did he want to blackmail Brad's office?
"1,000 rand." the intelligence dealer said loudly.
"Hahahaha, bye--" Julian and Kenny laughed. This was not a lion's mouth, but a whale's mouth.
"Believe me, my information is definitely worth the price -" the information dealer was not in a hurry and was confident.
"200 rand, otherwise it will be treated as if we have never met." Julian still compromised. This was not the first time they had dealt with each other.
The intelligence dealer also knows that it is difficult to make money in southern Africa, so if the intelligence dealer dares to deceive Julian, he will be dead.
"Someone wants to attack the American drilling team." The intelligence dealer lowered his voice in a mysterious voice.
"Wocao, you're fucking kidding me—" Julian was furious, grabbed the intelligence dealer by his collar, and picked him up.
Kenny next to him immediately drew his gun and put it on the other guy's head.
"Believe me, it's true -" the information dealer said with difficulty.
"I fucking know it's true. Everyone knows that someone will definitely attack the American drilling team!" Julian was angry. If this guy can only provide this little information, then he will be in trouble.
It's not a matter of death, but a severe beating is certain.
The kind that will be remembered deeply by intelligence dealers.
"Someone sent a batch of weapons from Algiers this morning, southern African standard weapons-" the intelligence dealer's face turned red and he had already begun to roll his eyes.
Julian was stunned for a moment and slowly let go.
This is really a trouble.
Southern Africa is the general manager of the Allied Forces. It is not easy to obtain Southern African standard weapons in Algiers.
If someone really uses southern African standard weapons to attack the American drilling team, then it is really difficult to tell clearly.
"I guarantee with my personality that this news is absolutely true -" the intelligence dealer took a deep breath, feeling so good to be able to breathe freely.
Julian said nothing and took out his wallet to count the money.
The information dealer looked forward to it.
There is definitely no 200. Julian will stop counting to one hundred.
"The promised two hundred--" the information dealer was unwilling to give in.
"Do you want it?" Julian glared.
The information dealer immediately stuffed the money into his pocket.
That's right, if you can earn 100, it's 100.
Looking at the backs of Julian and Kenny, the intelligence dealer felt proud.
"That's it?" The guy who had a gun to his head just now was unwilling to give in. It was too scary.
"Otherwise, what else can we do?" The intelligence dealer has his own way of survival: "Let's go find the Americans and collect another amount of money."
This is the right way to make money. This kind of news should be sold to Americans so that it can be sold at a high price.
Just as Julian said, the high-profile arrival of the American drilling team in Algiers attracted everyone's attention. Eisenhower knew very well that not only Britain, but also Southern Africa and France did not want to see the expansion of American power in North Africa.
, so someone must be doing something secretly.
Compared with oil, Eisenhower hoped to expand U.S. influence in North Africa.
As mentioned before, Eisenhower was not a simple soldier, but wanted to develop into politics. These are all political achievements, which are more valuable to soldiers than military merit.
Leading the team to protect the drilling team was Captain Grote, who had won the Distinguished Service Cross during the Battle of Sicily.
The Distinguished Service Cross is second only to the Medal of Honor in the U.S. medal system and is awarded to those who have distinguished themselves while serving in the Army but cannot receive the Medal of Honor.
During the battle in Sicily, Captain Grote led his company to first attack Messina, making the first contribution to the U.S. military's victory in the competition with the British Army, and received a commendation from Eisenhower.
"Captain, there is a telegram from headquarters, asking us to be careful of enemy attacks." Grote's deputy, Captain Occam, led a tank company.
In order to provide the drilling team with the greatest degree of protection, Eisenhower sent a tank company equipped with "Shermans", which was enough to ensure the safety of the drilling team.
No matter how scheming they are within the Allied forces, they must at least maintain superficial cooperation. Therefore, the enemy who attacks the drilling team cannot be too powerful and cannot possess heavy army weapons such as tanks.
"Sherman" was unable to deal with No. 4 and No. 5, but was quite confident in dealing with infantry equipped with only light weapons. Occam even looked forward to the enemy appearing soon, so that he might be able to get a Distinguished Service Cross.
"We should call a reconnaissance plane so that the enemy has nothing to hide from." Grote frowned. They have now entered the desert. If they use aircraft for reconnaissance in the sky, they can indeed preemptively strike.
"Good idea--" Occam retracted the turret to send a message. American tanks are now equipped with radios, and their communication capabilities have been greatly improved.
Grote lowered his head to check his Thomson again, his most trusted companion.
The convoy moved forward very slowly. The traffic conditions in the desert were very bad. There were no roads. The trucks were dragging heavy drilling equipment. The technicians and soldiers were sitting in the trucks sweating profusely. A gust of wind blew over. Not only did Grant not
I felt cool, but I was given a mouthful of sand, and the wind was scorching hot.
A half-track reconnaissance vehicle came quickly. This reconnaissance vehicle uses a motorcycle engine, has a rubber tire on the front wheel, and two tracks on the back. It can adapt to various terrains. The US military was also inspired by the southern African army to equip this vehicle.
A reconnaissance vehicle.
Of course, it must be produced in the United States, and the basic industrial capabilities of the United States are still good.
"Captain, we searched ten kilometers forward and everything is normal." The scout wore goggles and his face was full of wind and sand.
"Continue the investigation-" Grote has high demands on the troops. Today's American soldiers are no longer the new recruits who have just arrived in North Africa.
When American soldiers first arrived in North Africa, they were simply a disgrace to the Allies. In the early battles in North Africa and Sicily, the US military suffered successive setbacks and suffered heavy losses, which even caused Eisenhower to lose face.
Now that some US military units have accumulated some experience, the Americans have begun to try to imitate southern African tactics, making full use of their advantages in firepower and equipment to consume the enemy alive.
When the southern African troops were fighting, U.S. military observers could observe the entire process, which gave the Americans an opportunity to steal the troops.
In the eyes of U.S. military observers, the military operations in Southern Africa are actually not very magical. They first bombed with planes, then used artillery to clear the ground. When the enemy's positions were almost completely bombed, armored troops with strong protective capabilities were sent to attack.
If the attack is frustrated, go through the above procedure again until the enemy is completely defeated.
This kind of violent fighting style can be copied by the US military. Although the performance of US bombers is not as good as that of southern African bombers, and although the protective power of American tanks is not as good as that of southern African tanks, it is still no problem to beat the Italians.
Not to mention the native chickens and dogs in North Africa.
Since the regular army cannot be dispatched, it can only be stragglers, not just chickens and dogs.
As the convoy continued to move forward, a truck carrying drilling equipment accidentally fell into a sand pit and became deeper and deeper.
"Pull it out with a tank--" Grote looked at the sky. He would probably be camping in the wild today.
The tank engine is still more powerful than the truck engine, so the two tanks pulled together to pull the truck out of the sand pit.
Then another truck broke down, and Grote was mentally and physically exhausted.
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, surrounded by dangers, and with constant situations on his side, Grote's bad premonition grew stronger and stronger.
The broken down truck had not yet been repaired, and suddenly the roar of machine guns was heard in the distance.
This sound is very familiar to Grote. It is a general-purpose machine gun in southern Africa——
Wait, universal machine gun!
Grote's heart suddenly sounded alarm bells. The US military was not equipped with general-purpose machine guns.
"Where are our planes?" Grote urgently needed a reconnaissance plane at this time.
"God knows, maybe the pilot is lost -" Occam's American humor hits the mark without even thinking about it.
The pilot of the reconnaissance plane was indeed lost. There was no GPS at this time. Finding a convoy in the vast desert was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
