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Chapter 335 War begins!

Chapter 348: War begins!

Why, from ancient times to the present, when launching a war, it is necessary to pay attention to the importance of having a division with a good reputation and a great cause of occupation?

Because the view that justice will inevitably defeat evil has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since ancient times.

Soldiers who stand on the side of justice will naturally receive a buff that increases their combat effectiveness and fighting will by 10%.

The evil side will naturally have an opposite dbuff added to it, and will be automatically weakened as soon as the war starts.

This does not mean that the combat effectiveness differs by 20%, but that it is very likely to be defeated...

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The ‘big villain’ took into account the casualties of the people and called on the people to leave the war zone to protect their lives.

The 'just' side set up checkpoints and resolutely refused to allow ordinary people to leave the war zone. They used the flesh and blood of ordinary people to create pressure from public opinion and delay the villain's attack.

Does it look familiar...

Battle of hunger and dirt!

Of course, there are still differences. The difference is that Mao cannot control "public opinion" and the world's lingua franca is English. What the troublemakers say is what ordinary people believe.

Therefore, it is the villain who saves people.

Of course, within the Chinese Department, there are also people who applaud those who do bad things, so they are divided into two types of people.

One kind of person, 500,000, but these people work with money, have professional ethics, and know good and evil, beauty and ugliness, but they make money and are not shabby.

Another thing, the spontaneous, spiritual Englishman, really thinks in his heart that this is right.

It is difficult for you to attribute the second type to "human", because humans at least need to be able to "walk upright", and these objects obviously do not have this basic function.

In the eyes of 500,000 people, the second type is a complete idiot, an extremely disgusting kind, who does bad things and doesn't get paid for it. Isn't this lowering the industry standards and getting involved in it?

Such people deserve to die!

So, relatively speaking, 500,000 walking people are pretty good and know everything.

Give money and do things.

It all depends on the help of peers.

When talking about giving money or doing things, some people and things come to mind for no reason.

Slightly, slightly...

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Throughout Southeast Asia, general newspapers and media all use English!

Moreover, those affected are all high-level intellectuals, the minority 20% who control 80% of society’s resources. To influence these people is to influence society.

Most of these media have British-funded backgrounds.

For example, TVB, ATV, Xingcheng TV, Malay, Indonesia...

It’s not just anyone who wants to be a troublemaker. To control media channels, you must have capital.

Of course, this is when the Americans don't take action, and when Sean doesn't use his 'money power'.

"Can I play it?" A videotape that had been filmed was pushed over, and a large envelope was placed on top of the videotape. The envelope was bulging.

The person opposite took the envelope and pinched it. The thickness immediately put a smile on his face, "Of course there is no problem. As journalists, we must uphold a true and neutral attitude. It is our job to spread the truth!

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"Hahahaha, you are so right. It is precisely because of the supervision of journalists like you who are responsible, persistent, and have attitude that the world has not fallen into darkness. Everyone should thank you."

"This is what we should do."

The two sides looked at each other and laughed loudly.

At the same time, such a scene was happening in many places in Southeast Asia.

In an instant, a large number of journalists with ideals, ambitions, responsibility, perseverance and attitude emerged.

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Of course, not everyone is responsible. There are always some hard-nosed people who bring chaos to this "beautiful" world.

A certain island, a certain station...

Several big white men in black suits walked towards the inside.

As soon as the security guard stepped forward and was about to speak, the other person covered the security guard's face with his hand and pushed him straight in.

Just as the elevator was about to close, a big black leather shoe clicked in, and with a beeping sound, the elevator door opened again.

The man in the black suit stretched out his hand and hooked it up. Several people in the elevator stared blankly at the five people at the door. With a look of confusion and a bit of anxiety on their faces, they slipped out from both sides in despair.

The five people got on the elevator, pressed the button, and went straight upstairs.

They were running rampant all the way, and no one knew who these people were.

But with his menacing appearance and the fact that he was a white man, no one dared to stop him.

This is white people’s territory!

Chinese?

What a foreigner!

The white man in the lead looked at the sign beside the door in front of him, raised his hand and pushed it hard before walking in.

"Hey, who are you!" A little girl panicked when she saw the five people who broke in.

The person she was serving was a well-known figure on the stage, a man with a bad temper. She didn't want to be scolded when these people came in.

The white man who entered the door glanced at the little girl. Just as he was about to pull her away, he thought of something. The hand he waved out stopped for a moment, and the force became much lighter, and he just pressed it on his shoulder.

After holding the person down, the five people walked past the little girl. The leading white man raised his foot and kicked the door open with a bang.

"Ah!" an exclamation rang out. The woman sitting behind the desk working inside the door was startled by the sound. She looked up in surprise and saw five big white men with expressionless faces.

The door was closed again with a bang, and the two people guarded the door. The leader, the white man, walked straight to the woman's desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, while the other two stood behind him.

"You are Yihua Fang." The white man said in English with a gloomy face.

A group of people broke into Fang Yihua's office, and the secretary was locked out of the door. People from the TV station immediately panicked outside.

what to do?

There was a lot of noise, but no one came up with any solution.

They are white and local.

They are Chinese and outsiders.

I can't speak.

Some people went to notify Shao Laoliu, while others thought of calling the police.

Regardless of whether it works or not, call the police first, otherwise what else can you do?

Even though there are many men here, no one would dare to conflict with each other.

They didn't dare to mess with the Young and Dangerous guys, and those five people didn't look like good people at first glance. Maybe they all had guns.

In the office, Ms. Fang was shocked by the aura of the visitor. She nodded subconsciously, then realized and asked immediately: "Who are you? You are breaking into my office privately. I have the right to sue you."

"Okay, please!" The white man didn't care, "As for who we are, we are from the Umbrella Company."

"You..." The momentum that Ms. Fang finally brought up suddenly weakened. Those in the media knew the name of the protective umbrella very well, and they thought of many things at once, "You, what's the matter with you?"

"We feel that the news you reported is not true enough and the perspective is incorrect, so we would like to make some comments."

Ms. Fang's face changed. She naturally knew what it meant, but this is HK, the territory of the British. The TV station said it was managed by Shaw Brothers, but it was just the sixth man trying to put money on his face. He is the biggest person in the world.

Shareholders don't have many actual shares.

In 1980, Yu Jingwei passed away due to illness, and Shaw increased its shareholding, which at this time did not exceed 30%.

A large part of the shares are in the hands of British capital, and the television media is under government management. It doesn't matter at ordinary times, but at critical moments, it must listen to the government's instructions.

Shaw Brothers controls Shaw Brothers Pictures, which is a little complicated, so I won’t go into details.

"This matter is decided by the board of directors, we..."

The visitor just stared at Ms. Fang without saying anything. Ms. Fang soon became unable to speak any more.

The umbrella company knew how to find her, so how could they not know about TVB's shareholding structure?

"Adhering to journalistic principles and distorting facts is not a good thing for TVB or Shaw Brothers. Do you understand?"

As he said that, the office door was pushed from the outside, but it didn't open. Two big men were blocking it.

Through the gap, half of Shao Laoliu's face was exposed, "Yihua, Yihua, what's going on?"

The white man waved, and the two strong men moved out of the way. Only then did Shao Laoliu come in, alone.

Many people poked their heads outside the door.

Shao Laoliu walked to Ms. Fang's side, and the two of them murmured a few words. Lao Liu's face looked miserable and ugly.

The government hinted that there was a problem with his reporting direction, and now the umbrella company came to the door again. No one on either side was easy to mess with. It was really difficult for him, an ordinary businessman, to be caught in the middle.

Just looking at this posture, Umbrella's way of reasoning will definitely not be very pleasant.

If these people really took action, he would have no place to reason.

Just as I was thinking about who to ask for help, there was another knock on the door, "Police!!"

The door opened, and three police officers walked in. The leader was also a white man. When he saw this posture, his brows jumped, "What's going on?"

"What's the problem? I read their news reports and I don't think they are true. Come and give me my opinion. What, is it illegal?" The person with the umbrella stood up from his seat, walked over, and stared at the white policeman condescendingly.

The police officer looked at Shao Laoliu, who nodded with difficulty.

Indeed, there was not a single word of threat, just a name was given, but what the hell, the name "Umbrella" is more frightening than any threats, right?

"It's okay to give opinions, but that doesn't mean you can trespass..."

"Who told you that you were trespassing!" The person with the umbrella waved his hand to interrupt, pointed at the police's nose and said: "Be careful what you say, and there must be evidence. Ask them, did I trespass?"

Shao Laoliu and Ms. Fang had a wry smile on their faces, saying that what would happen if they trespassed without permission, and that the most they could do was to criticize and educate them, and they didn’t even have to pay bail. The couple could be tough with their Chinese employees, but they couldn’t be tough with this group of people.

The man from the police pursed his lips, knowing what was going on, but there was nothing he could do.

"Are you done talking? If you're done, please go out."

With a contemptuous smile on the face of the protective umbrella, he stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of the police leader, "You are quite lenient!"

"Okay, I'll give you some face!"

Then he turned to look at Shao Laoliu, "Remember, if you make mistakes, you have to correct them. I'll see how you perform."

Just threaten in front of the police!

After that, he let out a loud laugh worthy of a great villain, and led the people away again with a bang bang bang bang bang.

The sound of big leather shoes disappeared, and Shao Laoliu looked at the policeman with a wry smile, "Tom, you also saw it. It's not that there is a problem with my position. There is nothing I can do."

"Someone sent a video tape here before and got a promotion fee, but I asked people to return it. Now..." Shao Laoliu spread his hands.

The white policeman named Tom shook his head helplessly. There was nothing he could do about it.

To put it bluntly, the umbrella man shot him to death, and at worst, he turned around and ran back to the United States.

Is it the HK government that can bring him justice, or the British government that can go to the United States to arrest him?

Even if you were asked to arrest him, would you, the British police, dare to do it?

I'm afraid the body would have been nowhere to be found soon after we entered!

What does the people killed by gangs have to do with the government?

There is no way around this!

Of course, if Downing Street could be persuaded to pay a huge enough price for this matter, that would be another matter.

Shaking his head, no one said anything, and the police took the people away.

Shao Laoliu comforted Ms. Fangxia, and then the two walked out of the office. Ms. Fang glared at the female secretary outside the door, "Trash!!"

After cursing, the two came to the corridor. Shao Laoliu forced out a smile and said, "Okay, okay, nothing happens. Let's go back to work. A-Bian, come with me."

Everyone looked at each other and dispersed.

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The die-hards are mainly from HK and Xingcheng.

These two Chinese private areas were most profoundly influenced by the British, especially Xingcheng, where the official language was changed.

Of course, this does not mean that the Chinese in these two places have no bones. They are special circumstances.

After all, the Malays are still on their own territory and have a natural home field advantage. The Chinese overseas are really outsiders. Grandma doesn't love them and uncles don't love them.

Plus Sean is kind-hearted.

Considering their difficulties, he was kind-hearted and sent someone directly to the door to give them a warning, which was regarded as giving them a step down.

As soon as the person who came to warn the Umbrella walked away, a car parked below the two company buildings. The car window was lowered, a black gun muzzle stretched out, and it pointed at the glass of the building and started shooting wildly.

"Da da da da da da"

"Crash..."

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sound of machine gun fire, the sound of breaking glass, and the sound of screams echoed each other, one after another, mixed together, and it was quite emotional.

If you are still not satisfied after a round of bullets have been cleared, change the magazine and continue!

After firing more than a hundred rounds of bullets, the car stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

No one at the scene dared to chase, and no one was screaming loudly. The screaming stopped when the second bullet was fired. It was scary!

Fortunately, the bullets were fired diagonally upwards. Due to the angle, no one was hurt, but the people in the building were still frightened.

Even if the gunmen are gone, most people still have cramps in their calves, their faces are pale, and they are shivering.

Shao Laoliu was different from others. His window was also broken, but he was still sitting firmly on the boss's chair!

After all, he has experienced World War I and World War II, and his courage is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

What's the point of a protective umbrella? The Japanese were not as vicious as this back then!

"Okay, just do what I just said and go ahead." Shao Laoliu waved his hand calmly.

A-Bian's face was pale, his heart was pounding, his legs were a little weak, and he walked out in a circle. He was a producer of a TV station, and Young and Dangerous had seen him before, but he had never seen a machine gunner before!

The bullet fell right next to my feet, which made my heart skip a beat.

As soon as A-Bian went out, Shao Laoliu waved to Ms. Fang next to him, "Yihua, help me to the bedroom."

Ms. Fang's face turned red and her chest kept heaving, but she was in good condition. She stood up and walked over to help Shao Laoliu up, and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Master?"

"It's okay, go wash up and change into a pair of pants!" Shao Laoliu remained calm.

Ms. Fang: What the hell...

Okay, at least the momentum is tight.

Ms. Fang is really not that scared. Her mother was Fang Wenxia, ​​the most popular "Dancing Star" in the Magic City. She really experienced the war and received the Japanese. Well, the origin of Ms. Fang's father is unknown. According to the information,

Less than.

As for Lao Liu, he was a man, and at that time, he was treated in a "circle" by Benzi. The attitude of the "enlightened" businessman was quite good. Asking him to show Japanese movies would enrich his entertainment life, but not much else.

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Sean likes to walk on two legs.

The propaganda offensive is only one leg, and it holds great righteousness, so why should there be any hesitation!

A force of 2,000 troops set off from the east and west sides of Houni and advanced directly along the highway towards the Limbang area, advancing openly and openly.

The Malays will not simply open the road completely just because of international public opinion, allowing residents in the Limbang area to escape quickly.

Let go a little bit intermittently, it’s just dragging!

The military has never thought of attacking Fanni. It would be possible if Sean did not participate in the war, but not now.

You can't occupy it even if you beat the mud, you still have to let it go. There is no benefit at all. The greatest victory is to be able to keep Lin Meng.

The purpose is clear and the natural action plan is clear.

As for Sean, he also knew that the other party would not be able to let him go generously.

I have tried my best, and I will do whatever I can, and I cannot and will not be merciful.

Besides, Lin Mengren’s death was all arranged by their God, so what does it have to do with him?

There are more than a dozen people in the command room built in the mountainous area. No one comes in or out. All communication is done by telephone.

"We have arrived at the scheduled location and can start taking action at any time!" Dennis Abt walked to Sean and said.

Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch. There were still twenty minutes left before the scheduled attack.

"No wait!" Sean strode over excitedly, grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly: "Artillery unit, open fire!!"

Sean's roar was still echoing in the command room. On the other side, an order was issued from the artillery position, "Boom, boom, boom..."

Cannons rumbled.

From east to west in the Limbang area, more than 560 cannons began to roar at the same time. The rumbling cannons were heard continuously, and the ground in the mountainous area was shaking.

More than 20 kilometers away, the Malays deployed three lines of defense at the east and west exits of the highway. At this moment, on the first line of defense, "booming" smoke and dust were everywhere, and artillery shells fell like hail. Almost in an instant, the entire base

It was covered by rising smoke and dust.

Although the 560 cannons are all "models" from the 1920s, the caliber is large enough because of the old models!

Nothing else but money!

It didn't stop at all, one shot after another, and this same number of cannonballs were placed next to each cannon.

According to Sean, it's either not big, or I have to cut 2 meters off the ground!

What is the concept of having nearly 3,000 artillery shells hit a position of about 600 people?

The bombardment lasted for 3 minutes!

Three minutes later, there were no complete buildings on the ground, not even relatively complete buildings. They were all in ruins, all blown to pieces!

In just this round of shelling, 6,000 rounds of artillery shells were fired from the east and west sides, which cost more than 700,000 US dollars!

Sean can still play 100 rounds!!!

When the rumble of gunfire just started in the sky, the armed helicopters on the ground were the first to take off, followed by tanks, armored vehicles, and transport vehicles on the ground.

After the sound of artillery stopped for a few minutes, the smoke and dust finally dispersed, and a few sneaky heads stuck out from the ground. They shook the dust off their heads and looked around. Is this still a position?

We don’t know how many casualties there will be, but they shouldn’t be too many. Tunnels and underground fortifications were dug beforehand. After all, we have experienced war, so we understand this.

He came out just after the shelling was over, not because he was mentally ill, but because he wanted to immediately identify the enemy's artillery positions!

If we don't counterattack, let the other side bombard us with such ferocity that no troops can withstand it.

For those on the east side, I didn’t tell you, please sit down.

The way to determine the enemy's artillery positions is relatively simple. The Malays use the British-made "Simberling" artillery positioning radar.

A device that measures the ballistic trajectory of enemy artillery shells and determines the location of enemy artillery.

The parachute bombardment just now was too sudden and unprepared, otherwise the parachute artillery position would have been determined by now.

At this moment, the anti-artillery radar was coming out of the underground bunker, and there were four tanks and several armored vehicles in front and behind as cover.

There is not much such high-tech equipment.

However, just as the tanks, armored vehicles and anti-artillery radars were setting up their positions, two small black dots appeared in the sky.

The small black spots grew larger and larger, and the imaginary air raid sirens did not sound.

The radar originally placed nearby was blown away during the first round of shelling, not to mention the big speaker!

Of course, even if the radar is still there, due to the angle problem, there is a high probability that it will not be able to detect helicopters flying at ultra-low altitudes.

(Due to the angle of the earth, even on the sea without obstacles and at low altitude, the radar’s maximum detection range is only 25 kilometers, and even more so on land)

The little black dots are getting faster and faster, and anyone with no disability knows what they are.

The entire base was in chaos. Some people were shouting about individual anti-aircraft missiles, others were shouting for cover, and tanks and armored vehicles were also panicking.

Once an armed helicopter comes, the tank will be the target!

This is when you can see the quality of the military.

Due to the sudden shelling on the Malay side, the entire command system was in chaos.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

When the distance between the two black spots was almost five kilometers, a burst of fire flashed, and the Hellfire anti-tank missile carried was fired.

Hellfire anti-tank missile

The missile is 177.8 mm long and weighs 45.7 kg. The tandem shaped energy armor-piercing warhead weighs 9 kg. The guidance method is laser semi-active homing guidance. It can lock the target throughout the day and the armor-piercing thickness is 1,400 mm.

(PS: This armor-piercing thickness refers to static, vertical impact, and homogeneous steel plates. It is actually dynamic, beveled, and composite armor. There is a huge gap in actual combat applications. The comparison is the gap between ideal and reality.)

This kind of missile is used to deal with second-hand British tanks like the Malay, and it is somewhat overkill!

The four Malay tanks panicked and began to run away, as did the armored vehicles. This was the case without anti-aircraft weapons.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Eight Hellfires hit the target blankly, and all tanks, armored vehicles, and the anti-artillery radar were completely destroyed.

Crooked and crooked, the fire was raging.

The only price is money...

Don't look at 8 shells, they are more expensive than the 3,000 or so shells just now!

Eight Hellfires were fired, but the two helicopters did not get close to prevent them from being locked by individual anti-aircraft missiles!

For example, the Misagh-2 shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile produced in the United States has a maximum range of 5 kilometers. This thing is very useful. More than 40 years later, Wanwan is still importing it.

The requirement given to them by the command headquarters is to clean up the remaining ground buildings, radars and heavy weapons after the bombardment, and it is strictly forbidden to get too close and cause losses.

Fly close to the ground, make a long circle and start returning.

The moment the helicopter turned around, the sound of shelling sounded again...

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom"...

The Malay defenders who had just emerged went crazy. All the bunkers on the ground were destroyed, and the heavy weapons were almost wiped out. The headquarters had decided to retreat, but the shelling came again!

The first round of bombardment was to destroy the bunker, so this round of bombardment is to destroy confidence, while suppressing firepower to prepare for the subsequent advancing army!

In the first battle, Sean will fight beautifully!

On the first day today, Sean will completely defeat the courage of the Malays!

Let them know what it means to be rich!