Heidinga is a border town in the Abyejan region.

The entire Abyejan region is in turmoil, but it is relatively prosperous and rarely affected by the war.

Not for anything else, because it's an oil town.

If at dusk, on the horizon, in the dark silhouette of the town, there are still a large number of shadows of kowtow machines.

In the vast wilderness outside the town of Heidinga, there are large oil fields.

A basic scale of oil recovery has been established here.

And crucially, the Great Nile Pipeline, the lifeline of oil transportation in the North Soviet Union, passes through here.

The Great Nile oil pipeline runs through the border between the north and the south of the Soviet Union, passing through the large oil fields of Kordofan and Khartoum in the north, and reaching Port Sudan and the Red Sea in the north.

Not only the North Soviet Union has to use this oil pipeline, but also the South Soviet Union, and the oil exploited in the territory must also be transported through this oil pipeline.

The oil transit fee that has been arguing between the two countries comes from this.

Haydinger, now under the control of the Misserian tribe supporting the North Soviet Union, was stationed with the 382nd Regiment of the 109th Division of the Ninth Army of the North Soviet Union.

The military strength of the North Soviet Union is not ranked first in the world, and it is even lower in Africa.

The North Soviet Union was founded very early, with a large number of inheritances of the original Sudan, and it can be regarded as the establishment of the basic army, navy and air force.

Of course, there's a lot of moisture in there.

Air Force, it's basically a joke, a few MiG-29s are considered high-end, and more are 7 masters of domestic exports.

This thing is cheap, I don't want it in China, I export it for American knives, and take it back to develop fourth-generation aircraft, this business is quite beautiful.

There are no more advanced fighters at all, after all, the third-generation aircraft is still too expensive and expensive for the vast number of third-world compatriots, and it is enough to take the eliminated second-generation aircraft to fill the façade and fly through the sky during the National Day to cheer up the people.

In terms of armored tanks, the level of less than 300 units of 100,000 troops in the country.

Among them, the timeless classic T-52 is the main body, mixed with some subsequent models, Type 59, Type 72 and the like.

This thing is cheap, the former Soviet Union and the United Nations disintegrated, tons of aircraft and tanks, basically all of which were looted by the third world.

Moreover, the North Soviet Union does not have any production capacity, maintenance capacity, and if a tank is broken, it will be one, when it will be consumed, all of it will be recycled, and the regimental bar will sell scrap iron.

Of course, there are also a small number of Type 96s that are exported domestically.

Of course, this thing is easy to use, and the combat effectiveness is considerable, and when it is placed on the African continent, it is also the rhythm that crushes everything.

It's precious, the North Soviet Union can't afford it, and it's been talking about it, thinking about exchanging oil for something like that, and the US imperialists are too wide, and they have gone to great lengths to get a few cars, and they only occasionally show up in the news and say something to destroy the T-72 of the South Sudan.

As for the navy, it is just a name, and this one really doesn't.

These are the basic military forces of the North Soviet Union, mainly relying on a large number of troops, 100,000 troops who do not even have complete military uniforms.

As for the Southern Soviet Union, if the Northern Soviet Union still has aircraft artillery, then the Southern Soviet Union is millet plus rifles.

They believe in the purpose of giving every citizen an AK.

Back to the point, this one was stationed on the 382 regiment in Heidinger.

After many years of war, the Northern Soviet Union has basically formed a warlord melee, and the major tribes in the territory basically have their own armed forces.

However, the strategy adopted by the political axe of the North Soviet Union is still to appease.

In the Abyejan region, the power of the regular political axe army of the Northern Soviet Union could not be extended, and the main defense force was dominated by the local large tribes.

As the territory controlled by the Misserian people, the Hedinger defended the troops, and of course their armed forces.

This 382 regiment is, there is no regimental number, but there are no people, there is no equipment, there is no unified military uniform, and there are more than 500 people in the whole regiment, which is similar to the Patriotic Liberation Front, all of them are carrying AKs and RPGs, and wandering around in pickup trucks.

Their main duty was to guard the town of Haydinger and protect the oil exploitation of the Northern Soviet Empire.

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Xue Jianxin got up early today, said hello to Aunt Millie, the landlord of the rent, and went out.

The morning air in Heidinger is okay, but you can still smell the smell of oil in the air.

This kind of smell, Xue Jian News has a lot, and he is used to smelling it.

He was a worker on an oil well, a native of northern Hebei Province, who went abroad last year and came to Northern Soviet State.

Far away from home, struggling abroad, it is very difficult, but Xue Jianxin consciously supports it, there is no way, life is forced, his wife has kidney disease, and he needs dialysis, which is a huge expense, one of the children is going to be admitted to college, and the other is still in elementary school, which is a lot of money.

Wages abroad are high, especially in war-torn places like the North Soviet Union.

If it weren't for this, Xue Jianxin would not have come, last month, one of his colleagues, a local, was beaten to death by the guerrillas, that kind of tragic scene, Xue Jianxin has not forgotten to this day.

PetroChina has invested in a large area of oil fields in the North Soviet Union, and helped the North Soviet Union build oil wells, oil pipelines and so on, so there are still many Chinese people working here.

Xue Jianxin is one of them.

He lives in the town of Heidinga, where life is relatively modest, the rent is not expensive, and the company will give subsidies, basically no money.

You can eat in the well, save a little, basically have no expenses, and most of the money is remitted to the family.

In the early morning, like Xue Jianxin, there were many workers going to the oil well, and there were also many Chinese, and many locals greeted Xue Jianxin.

PetroChina's huge investment in the North Soviet Union, although the main purpose is to obtain oil, but also indirectly stimulated the economy of the North Soviet Union, so the Chinese people are still very respected in the North Soviet Union.

As he was walking, Xue Jianxin suddenly saw a pickup truck passing by the street in front of him.

It is still a pickup truck exported from China, welded with heavy machine guns, and a few soldiers with AK rifles and vests and fierce faces are seated.

They are the local armed forces, saying that they are garrisons and maintain the security of the entire region, but they are as cruel as those guerrillas, and if they are provoked, they will definitely not end well.

Many passers-by hurriedly dodged, and one of the soldiers, who had gone mad, swept a shuttle into the clearing, causing many to fall to the ground in fright, before laughing and leaving.

The soldiers next to him didn't stop this guy, and they also looked at the jokes, and they all laughed back and forth.

Xue Jianxin also subconsciously bent down to dodge.

"These bunch of crumbs." A Chinese person next to him cursed, using Chinese, Xue Jianxin shook his head, and did not echo it, these things, I have seen too much, it is useless to say.

As long as it doesn't implicate himself, Xue Jianxin doesn't bother to care.

Outside the town, the kowtow machine was already in sight, but suddenly, a strange feeling came to me.

Xue Jianxin's eyes widened in an instant, and on the horizon, a cloud of dust and smoke was rapidly approaching.

The view on the grassland is very good, and Xue Jianxin can even see clearly who is doing in the car.

Soldiers with weapons on their shoulders!

And looking at the direction they went, they were actually heading for a large oil well.

Many workers, like Xue Jianxin, also saw the convoy.

The quick reaction has already turned around and ran in the direction of the town.

Abye is already in turmoil, and Heidinger cannot keep his peace forever, and there are often armed forces to fight the autumn wind.

There was no warning for such an attack.

The local armed forces, on the other hand, have very poor tactical literacy and will react very slowly, and will often be caught off guard.

The oil well, about a kilometer northeast of the town of Heidinga, was at this moment, a few hundred meters east of the well, on the high ground behind the convoy, there was a sudden rumbling sound.

Immediately, in the field of vision, it seemed that something flew high in the sky, and under the fierce roar, like a falcon, it flew straight into the sky.

After reaching the pole, it plunges again, like a dive fighter.

Bang!

Xue Jianxin was horrified to see that the oil well, which covers an area of about one square kilometer, exploded into five huge fireworks, and the rumbling sound was like thunder, and the mountains roared like a tsunami.

And one of the fireworks fell exactly next to the oil storage tank in the oil well, and the fireworks, as if they were endless, rose into the sky, like a flame giant that appeared on the flat ground, full of 50 meters high.

In the far distance, there was a series of explosions, and two seconds later, the fireworks that had not yet dissipated from the oil well bloomed even more dazzling again.

It's like the end of the world.

This is an oil well, no smoke is allowed, fireworks are strictly prohibited, at this moment, under the continuous mortar fire, the explosion is like a chain reaction, and the horror spreads.

A large area of the workshop was opened by the air waves, and a few workers who fled in a hurry were dodging the spreading flames, but they could only be swallowed by the sea of fire, and even those rows of steel giants, kowtow machines also squeaked in the flames, like old men in the twilight, slowly overturning.

Xue Jianxin stood in place dumbfounded, looking at this scene of burning the world, only stunned.

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