Anmor's civil strife and conflict are imminent and out of control. And within four or five days, it immediately escalated into a full-scale conflict between the two warlords.

Inside a building of the Orumi Federation, a group of men in military uniforms stood there, while the Red Baron sat alone, listening to their reports.

"The conflict in Amor has been going on for a few days, and according to the plan they have begun to threaten military bases in the north. But instead of withdrawing as we thought, the oil companies chose to hold on. And as far as we know, private military companies are already involved. A black man in a military uniform whispered.

"It's no surprise that these big oil companies in Africa can't be without ties to private military companies. The Red Baron said slowly. "But as long as we keep putting pressure on them, they will still choose to leave. If an oil company chooses to withdraw, then there will be a ripple effect. It is only a matter of time before we recover the oil-producing areas north of Anmor. ”

"But......" said the soldier of the Federal Government of Nagoorumi, "they have no intention of leaving at the moment. ”

"That's because the pressure isn't enough. The Red Baron picked up an orange from the table and said calmly, "Just like this orange, if you don't squeeze it, it won't come out of the orange juice." His hand strained slowly, and orange juice kept pouring from between his fingers. The black military personnel shuddered. They all know that the entire Orumi Federation is currently under the control of this person. What he wants to do, no one can stop. These high-ranking federal officials are like this orange in his hand, and they can only be manipulated by him.

The red baron put down the orange that had been pinched in his hand, slowly stretched out his hand, took the tissue that Conan handed him behind him, and wiped his hands. "You can go down, but at this critical moment, please be careful with what you say and do. Don't make any difference about the situation in Ammor. The Red Baron waved his hand. The people of the Orumi Federation, all turned away.

After these officials of the Orumi Federation left, Conan whispered to the Red Baron, "Baron, I think these people are very unreliable. And the two warlords of Anmor are also difficult to achieve big things, let them muddy the waters. But if you really expect them to attack the bases of those international oil companies, they will inevitably be afraid. In the final analysis, they are just a small African warlord, and they still want to take power in Ammor, so how dare they offend those big countries? China, the United States, and Britain cannot afford to offend. ”

"So I didn't count on them either. The Red Baron said slowly. "It's our people who can really put a lot of pressure on those oil companies. Those African warlords are just a foreshadowing, or an excuse that can be shirked when the time comes. ”

"What do you mean?" said Conan, frowning.

"We don't need to keep our hands at all. Even if there were serious casualties as a result, those two petty warlords would have borne the burden. The Orumi Federation has previously declared non-interference in disputes in the Amor region. It has nothing to do with us. Even if something really happens and causes the displeasure of those big powers, we can get the Orumi Federation to condemn both of them, and even use the Orumi Federation's military power to eliminate them. So the other countries will have nothing to say, right?" the Red Baron smiled slightly.

"That's a brilliant idea. Conan nodded hurriedly.

"Inform our people, get moving. It's time to put real pressure on them. The Red Baron whispered.

At dawn, in the oil mining area north of Ammore, a shootout broke out.

A large number of armed men dressed in the attire of Anmore soldiers began to gather in the oil extraction area, demanding that everyone evacuate the oil base, citing the need to enter the base in search of enemy personnel. But the mercenaries of the Black Island Company had already been waiting for the other party and refused the other party's request. The battle exploded without any suspense. As soon as they entered the state of engagement, it was immediately clear that the military qualities of these armed men were far greater than those of the Anmore soldiers.

And the mercenaries of the Black Island Company occupy a favorable defensive position, plus they are well prepared. For a while, the two sides were at loggerheads. The level of fighting was even more intense than the exchange of fire between the Anmore forces. This force is naturally the people of the Secret Society, and they originally thought that as long as they opened the fight and really fought, the other party would not be able to hold on for long and surrender. I didn't expect them to kick an iron plate this time.

The squad leader in charge of the command of the militants of the Secret Society did not expect that he was facing a group of experts, and the defensive firepower of these guards was very reasonable. Coupled with the high concrete walls on the perimeter of the oil production base, although it could not stop the artillery, it had no problem stopping the small infantry charge. Every time the Order charged, it had to face a ferocious and deadly crossfire attack from the front. And among the guards of these oil production bases, there are actually snipers. They clearly heard the sound of heavy sniper rifles.

All this made the leader of the secret society a little confused, and the tenacity of the other party was somewhat beyond his expectations. So they urgently transferred three light armored vehicles to clear the way, and the soldiers of the Order followed suit.

But before their armored vehicles could rush to the front, they were blown to scrap metal by the opponent's anti-tank rockets. This light armor faced the anti-tank bazooka, and the poor light armor was like paper paste, and it was destroyed in one fell swoop. The leader of the Secret Society began to look strange, and he clearly felt that the other party was not just an ordinary guard, but a soldier with full combat experience. And they have a fairly unified command.

"Call Orumi headquarters, there's something weird here. The leader of the Secret Society held the communicator and whispered.

"What's weird?" Conan's voice said indifferently.

"Sir, their resistance is unusually strong. We lost quite a few people, and several armored vehicles were destroyed. The Secret Society Captain whispered. "They have a unified command, and the firepower is very strong, and with the high concrete walls of the original base, it is difficult for us to storm it. ”

"How many people are expected to be on the other side?" Conan was also a little surprised.

"There were quite a few of them, at least hundreds. And I suspect that they still have reserves. The Secret Society Captain whispered. "Because we almost felt that their firepower was alternating and distinctly layered. Explain that they are doing a planned rotation to avoid getting too tired. In addition to the AK47, there are also anti-tank rocket launchers. It is possible that there will also be sporadic artillery, perhaps small and medium-sized diameter mortars, or vehicle-mounted recoilless guns. ”

Conan was stunned, and he turned to the red baron beside him, his face a little unnatural. "Something is wrong, Baron. ”