America’s Big Hero

2 days ago……

On the Gobi desert, there is yellow sand everywhere. The simple military camp is composed of tents. People coming and going, some are wearing yellow camouflage uniforms, and some are covered with gray and tattered robes.

In a large tent, 40 people sat on small horses and listened to the people in front of them.

"40 Toyota pickups, each group of 2 vehicles, each group has an active range of about 100 kilometers. I know that you don't know the terrain and cannot accurately judge their respective active ranges. Therefore, each group will send a person from the Western Sahara to accompany the team. Action, they are active on the defensive line all year round, and they help determine the position."

"The ones that are far away will start first, and the ones that are near will start later. Two days later, the action will start at 6 o'clock in the evening."

"Lead the team members separately. You don't have to worry about the supply issue. There will be a special car to deliver it later."

"I only have one request, maximum damage and safety!"

...

The Great Wall of Sand Causeway: Beginning in 1980, the Moroccans recruited consultants from South Africa, South Korea and Israel to help. The Portuguese and Germans were responsible for the construction. 2,200 kilometers and 5 long walls of sand dikes about 3 meters high.

Without Sean's intervention, this year, in 1987, construction of the sixth sand embankment of the Great Wall would have started.

But now...

As soon as night fell, alarms came from the entire Shadi Great Wall, but they were not taken seriously at first.

"The XXX stronghold has been bombed, please support!"

"The XXX stronghold has been bombed, please support!"

It is common for the defense line to be attacked, and they are all reported to the quick-response depot 4 kilometers away. The depot immediately began to send troops for reinforcements after receiving the alarm.

The attack was carried out in sections, each group of convoys was separated by hundreds of kilometers, and there was no connection between the military depots. The first wave of attacks did not attract any attention.

When the convoy bombed the second place, the depot still didn't respond much, but turned around urgently for reinforcements.

Until the two reinforcements were all fruitless, our stronghold was bombed into a waste area, most of the personnel were killed and injured, and the two attacks caused casualties as high as 80%.

There are 5 sand embankments, 5 branches, and each branch received only 8 attacks, which is not uncommon in the long-term harassment of the PFOS.

What really attracted the attention of the branch was the casualty rate. This time, the Western Saes did not fire a single shot, and covered it with artillery fire from beginning to end, causing as many as 300 casualties on its own side.

The matter has reached this point, but it still hasn’t attracted much attention. The five branches are far away from each other. If there is no large-scale attack by the PFOS, there is no need for coordination, and there is no communication.

When the notice was issued within the defense line, all the people in the stronghold became highly vigilant, but this kind of vigilance was slowly relaxed under the premise that the fourth wave of attacks had not yet arrived. Two hours later, suddenly the third wave of attacks Arrived, and 4 more strongholds were bombed.

Two hours later, the fourth wave of attacks came again!

It wasn't until this time that the branch in the direction of Shadi realized that things were not that simple. The last two attacks were not as serious as the previous two due to vigilance, but the four attacks still caused 450 casualties!

About 2 days late at night, after the fourth attack, each Shadi branch successively reported the incident to the general headquarters of the Moroccan army in Xisar.

Seeing the reported data, the headquarters immediately exploded!

"Damn it, are you all fucking pigs!" The commander-in-chief of the Moroccan Army took the report in his hand and slapped it hard on the table, "Are you all pigs!"

"Why did you report it now!"

"5 sand embankments, 80 attacks, and now I am thinking of reporting them. You are all sinners, sinners of the country!"

There was dead silence in the battle meeting, and the group of leaders in the middle of the night were pulled up in a bad mood, but after seeing this report, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Overnight, there were 80 attacks and more than 2,200 casualties!

What is this concept?

In the first five years of the Battle of Samoa (September 1978-September 1983), a total of 18,100 soldiers died in the Morocco Army, with an average of 3,600 deaths in one year.

These five years were the worst, because the sand embankment had not been built, and Lao Maozi supported it very strongly. After that, the losses were not so heavy.

Shocked, now there are 2,200 casualties overnight, more than a fucking year, it's strange if the commander-in-chief is mad!

The sand embankment defense line is in a deserted area, and the medical treatment capacity is limited. Such a large number of wounded soldiers in a short period of time has greatly exceeded the limit of treatment capabilities. A large number of wounded soldiers can only wait for death in wailing.

Overnight!

The news cannot be concealed at all!

...

Rabat, the capital of Morocco.

There was a long queue in front of the government lecture hall, all of them were reporters. The news of the large-scale attack by the PFOS had already spread last night.

Today, the king will hold a press conference, firstly to condemn the despicable sneak attack of the FAPS, there is no need to strongly condemn it, he will definitely fight back!

The second is to stabilize the hearts of Moroccans.

"I heard that Morocco suffered heavy losses yesterday."

"That's for sure, but the specific casualties haven't been reported yet?"

"Who has dispatched how many troops this time?"

"It's not about the number of troops. I heard that the Xisa formation changed its attack method, and the Moroccan army was caught off guard."

Among the crowd, an Arab man stood in the line, with a smile on his face, a reporter's real face on his chest, and a silver-white metal necklace around his neck. The necklace seemed a little small, almost clinging to his neck, and the silver-white color was like a pocket watch. The same pendant hangs below.

The man held a small video camera in his hand, and just listened quietly, exclaiming a few times in coordination from time to time, adding to the atmosphere.

These are all the tips taught by the coach during the training, how to quickly integrate.

The team moved forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the man. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and clenched his hand holding the camera uncontrollably, his knuckles showing veins.

The inspection distance was getting closer and closer to him. The man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. This is the last hurdle, and he can avenge his family members who passed away!

Finally, it was the turn of the Arab man in a dark blue suit. At this time, he had already adjusted, at least on the surface, he didn't look short of breath and his expression was stiff.

It's just that my heart beats wildly faster when the camera is passed by.

The security personnel just looked at the cameras and didn't pay any more attention. Today, they have seen more than a hundred cameras or cameras.

A person next to him held a metal detector to scan the man's body up and down. Except for the metal necklace around his neck that made the siren go off, there were no other metal objects on his body.

Finally, the security personnel returned the camera to the Arab man and let him in.

It wasn't until he actually walked into the press conference that he breathed a sigh of relief, 'Hoo', this relaxation made him sweat all over his body.

Raising his hand and gently wiping his forehead, the Arab man kept smiling and continued to walk inward.

Instead of looking for a middle position, I purposely sat down on the sidelines, with the camera on my lap.

...

"How is it? Is the Great Elder Salem Ould Raisa still satisfied?" In the same room, Sean saw the Elder of the Western Safa again. Within hours, there were more than 2,000 casualties."

The live broadcast of the press conference of King Hassan II of Morocco was being broadcast on TV. The interview had not yet started, and the host said the number of casualties with a heavy face.

"This is the largest single casualty of the Moroccan army since the beginning of the Western Saxon War. In recent years, the number of casualties in the whole year has not been so large!" Xiao En smiled at the corner of his mouth, his face relaxed.

Salem Ould Raisa also had a smile on his face. Although the Moroccan army and the PFLP belonged to the same race, the more this was the case, the stronger the hatred, and he had no sympathy at all.

"I am very satisfied. The U.S. military is the U.S. military, and the umbrella is worthy of the name of the world's largest private security company!"

"No, no, no, it's not the U.S. military, nor the umbrella, it's the Front of Western Sahara." Xiao En said with a serious look, pointing to the TV.

This matter must be clearly distinguished. The umbrella and the Mo Jun have no grievances or enmity, and it is absolutely impossible to do such a sudden attack.

"Okay, okay." Salem Ould Raisa nodded with a smile, and it's a show of strength even if it counts to the Western Sahara.

Of course, he didn't dare to expose that it was Umbrella's handiwork. After seeing Umbrella's brutality with his own eyes, he was afraid that Sean would retaliate against him.

"Our PF is very satisfied, but the only problem is that the cost is too high." As he spoke, Salem Ould Raisa smiled wryly, "It was said to be 10 hours, but the actual attack time was only 5 hours. It's only minutes."

"12,000 rounds of shells... This, this, this, the Western Sahara can't afford this kind of consumption." Salem Ould Raisa couldn't help complaining in his heart, this is simply a waste of money. Money people are so fucking hateful and irritating.

"Is there a lot? I don't think there are many. If you save land, you lose people, and everyone loses land. If you save people, you lose land, and everyone saves land!" Sean shook his finger and said, "Sisa's population is too small, and it is difficult for soldiers to replenish it. In this situation, people are more important than money, and where does the money come from when there is no one.”

Salem Ould Raisa shook his head with a wry smile. In theory, what Sean said was right, but in Xisar, or in Africa, human life is really worthless.

You don't have back pain when you stand and talk, you need money and weapons first!

"Can you tell me why the third attack took so much longer than the first two?" Salem Ould Raisa didn't want to discuss money with the damn rich, he cared about tactics.

"In the beginning, it was a sneak attack. The attack time should be shortened as much as possible and the damage done to the greatest extent. But after two times, the enemy must be alert. The closer to the stronghold attacked before, the more alert the enemy will be." Sean leaned on the back of the chair, cocked his head. With Erlang's legs, he began to talk on the toes little by little, "But ordinary people can't maintain a high level of alertness for a long time, and it consumes a lot of energy."

"And the farther away from the previous attack point, the less vigilant the Moroccan army will be."

"So, a two-hour drive would work best when a sudden attack is made."

"As for the fourth attack, the first and second attacks are short interval attacks, and the Moroccan army will habitually raise their vigilance after the third attack and wait for the fourth attack, so wait, wait, wait, vigilance is a thing, Over and over again, can't keep going."

"This is a psychological and physical problem. This is called scientific management of the army!"

Salem Ould Raisa suddenly realized, no wonder the U.S. military is the most powerful army, and it is indeed not at the same level as the PFLP mob, if...

With unrealistic thoughts in his mind, Salem looked at Sean and said, "Mr. Sean has shown his sincerity, so we at the PFD decided to agree to cooperate with you."

"Very well, which plan do you choose?" Sean asked with a smile.

"However, after our discussion, we have a new cooperation proposal."

Sean raised his hand in a please gesture.

"Comprehensively, we want 8% of the company's shares and US$1 billion in cash!" Salem said word by word while staring at Sean.

"What?" Sean thought he heard it wrong, raised his hand to pick out his ears, and looked at Salem with a strange face, "Damn it, are you crazy, or am I crazy!"

Salem coughed lightly, and didn't dare to care about Xiao En's swearing. The smile on his face remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "100 million a year is equivalent to 10%, and 1% is 1 billion. Now we need less It’s only reasonable to add 1 billion to 2%.”

"You're pretty good at calculating accounts. Who will pay for the math, and the introduction, what the hell!" Sean was so annoyed, "Can paying now be the same as paying once a year?"

Seeing that Salem still wanted to say something, Sean waved his hand, "Okay, okay, 8% plus 100 million US dollars, the most!"

"Impossible, 800 million, at least!"

"200000000!"

"700 million!"

"200000000!"

"600 million!"

"200000000!"

Salem: "..."

"I surrendered!"

"Yeah, but I'm not going up anymore!"

"You!" Salem was a little anxious.

"Needless to say, it's only 200 million. I won't play with you any more. Yesterday's attack is my meeting gift."

Salem felt that Sean was so determined, so he immediately persuaded him. He is poor and short-sighted, "Add a little more, maybe add 100 million."

Xiao En squinted at Salem, and saw that the other party was sweating, and then said: "If it is 300 million, there are conditions."

"Say it, say it." Salemu's eyes lit up.

"300 million targeted consumer loans." Sean said a financial term.

For example, a book that once had a good life lends money to the east side, but the loan contract stipulates that the loan can only be used to purchase iron and steel smelting equipment from the book, and cannot be used for other purposes. This is called a targeted consumption loan.

For example, the military aid given by the United States to Er Maozi is not actually given in cash, but is converted into materials, the price is higher than the original price, and it is not really free.

What you see in the news is "providing military equipment worth X billion dollars", and the word "free" will never appear in it.

In fact, they are all targeted consumer loans.

"Which projects?" Salem did not express any objection. The funding they have received over the years has hardly been cash, and most of them are materials.

"Military weapons, food, medicine."

"No problem, what about the price?" Salem was more concerned about this.

"Don't worry, I've always been very kind to my partners. Take a look at Luni, Sri Lanka, and Xingcheng. They haven't lost money by working with me!" Xiao En said with a smile: "It's like yesterday's 60 Mortars cost $500, and shells are even cheaper at only $100."

"Is it cheap enough!?" Sean stared at Salem with wide eyes, "Last night's battle only cost 1.2 million US dollars. As long as you want, you can launch another 100 times, with more than 2,000 casualties at one time. The Moroccan Army only deployed about 50,000 people on the sand embankment, strike while the iron is hot, and destroy them!!"

If people in the east heard this, they would have to spit on Sean to death.

What the hell, products from 20 years ago, well, many of them were only produced for more than 10 years, but they were sold to Sean for only 20 dollars apiece. Just like this, Dongfang still feels crazy.

How profitable is it to clear the inventory... An old friend of the military and people!

Salem smash it, smash it, indeed, it's cheap!

The key is that things are suitable. Compared with 155mm artillery, tanks, armored vehicles, Sam 6, etc., this small mortar is simple, easy to use, light, and consumes less.

As for whether it is easy to use, yesterday has fully proved the power of this tactic.

"Mr. Sean thinks this tactic can open up the current situation?" Salem looked at Sean very uncertainly, as if he was afraid that Sean would shake his head and shatter his longing.

You must know that when the news of the results of the battle was received early in the morning, the Xisa people were all in an uproar. It was really, the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers...

"It can open up the situation, but it can't establish the fruits of victory." Sean's answer made Salem both disappointed and delighted.

"This kind of small-caliber mortar is really good for dealing with adobe buildings. It will collapse as soon as it explodes, so it will definitely open up the situation. But the Moroccan side will definitely think of countermeasures. Once they use reinforced concrete to create permanent fortifications, the small mortar Shock cannons are useless, we must use powerful artillery with special shells."

"Of course, even if the Moroccan side thinks about it, they will have no money in a short period of time, let alone a chance to build permanent fortifications."

"However, it is up to you whether the Western Sahara can effectively use this time to counterattack."

"Thank you, Mr. Sean." Salem nodded with confidence and said, "I still need food, medicine, especially medicine, urgently needed."

"Due to the blockade by the Moroccans, our living conditions in Xisar were very poor. Many people began to get sick, and more newborns were stunted."

"The environment is not good? But you can't always complain. Who on the African continent has a good living environment? Who can easily have a good life? Don't be so hypocritical. In fact, Di at three o'clock in the morning...cough Cough, right!"

"Life is difficult?" Sean looked puzzled, "Then why don't you drive your private car out to work, why don't you rent out your idle house?"

Salem: "..."

Are you an idiot?

"As for medicines, I heard in one place that staying up late due to the harsh environment, how to reduce the harm to the body? Vitamin C is an effective antioxidant. You can eat more fruits rich in vitamin C, which can clear harmful metabolites in the body. Turn around, I'll get you some more vitamin C!"

Salem: "That's a hell of a joke."

"Ahem, okay, let's get down to business." Sean took out a document and pushed it over, "Whatever you need, tell me after you've chosen, but I think you should focus more on mortars, and increase your efforts recently. Maybe they are prepared, but so what, there is always a limit to the casualties that the Moroccan army can bear."

Looking at the document in his hand, there are dense materials and prices on it, Salem looked up at Sean, co-author, you have already prepared to give targeted consumption loans, right?

...

Having said that, the Moroccan spokesman finally finished his speech on TV. After some introductions, Hassan II came out from the backstage amid the applause of everyone.

Hassan II didn't have any expression on his face. He just nodded to the reporters and walked towards the rostrum step by step.

When Arab men saw Hassan II, they couldn't help but see the appearance of a family in front of them.

The wife who is not pretty, has rough skin, feels dull to the touch, has no sexual interest, and always likes to nag.

Three disobedient, always troublesome, naughty, noisy children who make themselves dirty every day.

Life is not good, it is very heavy, the whole family is struggling on the verge of food and clothing, he has never felt that this kind of life is worth cherishing, and he often complains secretly in the dead of night, wishing the end of the world, just die.

But until Morocco really brought the end.

The war turned the small town they lived in into a wasteland, and the shells falling from the sky took the lives of the nagging woman and the three little naughty ones.

When he saw the collapsed house and the corpse buried under the house, he suddenly realized that life is actually quite good. Without the nagging, he would be restless, and without the annoying children, his life would become dull .

All this was brought about by the man on the stage. It was his "green march" that plunged Western Sahara into endless flames of war, killing hundreds of thousands of people and displacing hundreds of thousands of people.

Everything is caused by this devil!

The camera was carried on the shoulders of the Arab man, with one eye pointed at the observation port on the camera, and the lens was firmly aimed at Hassan II.

On the surface this is a camera, the front part is fine, but behind the lens, it has been completely removed, and a grenade launcher has been installed inside.

The grenade has been installed a long time ago, although there is only one round, but at such a short distance...

Just as Hassan II came to the stage, he put his hands on the table and opened his mouth to speak.

The Arab man slammed the shoot button.

The "bang" warhead broke through the lens glass and slammed on the rostrum more than ten meters away.

"boom!"

With a violent explosion, the entire rostrum was blown away, and Hassan II's body fell out like a broken sack, splashed blood, fragments of shells, blown pieces of wood, dazzling fire...

At the scene, hundreds of people watched this scene blankly, and the people in front of the TV were also shocked.

After the explosion, the security personnel finally reacted and rushed towards Hassan II who was on the ground. They immediately chose not to kill, but to protect.

major!

But when he looked down, Hassan II's half body and head were bloody and bloody, the flesh was rolled up, and there was a piece of shrapnel embedded in his face, and blood gushed out.

Hassan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but what came out of his mouth was blood foam.

His body twitched, his head tilted, and he was out of breath.

At this moment, the Arab man who finished firing the grenade threw away the camera in his hand, turning a blind eye to the security guards who rushed towards him.

Security will not choose to kill, this is the right choice.

At this time, we must catch people alive, only in this way can we find the mastermind behind the scenes!

"Heretic, Allah will not forgive you, go to hell, you devil!" the Arab man roared at the top of his lungs, and was still struggling after being thrown down by several security guards and cut off his hands.

At this moment, there was a sudden beeping sound from the man's neck, and immediately, "Boom"

In the sound of the explosion, more than half of the man's neck was smashed, and blood gushed out. After struggling for a few times, he lost his breath, but his eyes were still fixed on the front, and his eyes were still fierce.

Several security guards were covered in blood, and two of them were also wounded. At this moment, they all stood in place with confused faces.

He looked up at the messy rostrum, and looked down at the completely dead attackers under his feet.

It's over, the last clue is broken!

The king is dead, in public, what to do now?

What about Morocco?