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Chapter 363 Intervene

Hassan II, 58 years old, is proficient in Arabic, French, Spanish, English and has a doctorate in law.

24 Assisted his father in participating in and leading the struggle for the abolition of the colonial system and the struggle for Moroccan independence. He was exiled to Corsica and Madagascar. After Morocco became independent in 1956, Hassan was ordered by his father to form the Royal Armed Forces and was officially established as the Crown Prince at the age of 28.

After that, he often handled state affairs on behalf of his father. He was crowned King of Morocco in 1961 and married in the same year. The new queen was Lara Latifa, the daughter of the leader of the Berber tribe in the Atla Mountains.

In 1962, the dictatorship began to reform and the first constitution was promulgated to strengthen centralization of power.

In July 1971, a small number of upper-level military officers, led by the director of the Royal Military Department, Madmokh, launched a bloody coup and was suppressed.

In August of the following year, the man behind the 1971 coup, Defense Minister Ufkir and others, with the support of the CIA, set up a trap again and attempted to shoot down the king's plane, but this was also thwarted and Ufkir was silenced.

In 1972, Morocco adopted a constitution and implemented a multi-party system.

In November 1975, the "Green March" operation was launched with 100,000 unarmed Moroccans entering Western Sahara and occupying the territory of Western Sahara.

In the 1970s, he began to have secret contacts with Israel and brokered Arab-Israeli peace talks.

After the mid-1980s, he privatized state-owned enterprises.

"No, state-owned enterprises have begun to be privatized. Why are they still being assassinated by the CIA?" Sean put down the information in his hand and turned to look at Armstrong.

"There was assassination first, and then there was privatization. There was a difference of more than 10 years." Armstrong emphasized.

"So is his relationship with the United States good or bad?" Sean asked again.

Armstrong simply shook his head, "For the United States, what it wants is influence in Morocco and a say in the Mediterranean Sea. But whether the privatization of this state-owned enterprise is beneficial depends on whether American capital is involved. This

They are two completely different situations, you should understand better than me."

Sean nodded when he heard this. If his own capital was not involved, of course it would be no good!

"Oh, by the way." Armstrong suddenly thought of something and said: "Many of Morocco's weapons are provided by us, including aircraft and armored units, and some of them are French goods."

"Pfft!" Sean spat out immediately. This is really complicated.

"No matter what, it's up to him." He said and looked up at Armstrong, "Find the people from the Caesars, I want to talk to them."

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"Great Elder Salem Ould Lessa." Sean pushed the door open and saw a man with fine white hair, wearing a dark blue suit and glasses. He looked to be in his 50s.

People in Western Sacrifice all like the color blue and like to wear blue cloth on their bodies. They are also called blue people.

"Mr. Sean." Salem Ould Lessa stood up and bowed slightly.

He took two steps forward and shook hands.

This is an inconspicuous room in a small town called Tuineje on another island in the Canary Islands.

Everyone around except Sean is from Caesar.

"I wonder what Mr. Sean's order is for inviting me here?" Salem Ould Lessa asked straight to the point without any nonsense.

"I want to buy the development rights of Xisa's phosphate mine."

Salem Ould Lesa's eyes lit up, he coughed slightly, and asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "Where is the phosphate mine?"

"Phosphate mining rights for the entire Western Sahara." Sean said with a smile.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Mr. Sean must know that most of the mining areas are occupied by Moroccans. Even if I want to sell this part of the development rights, I am not able to help Mr. Sean realize it."

"No matter who is occupying it now, these mineral deposits belong to the land of Western Sahara, am I right?" Sean smiled.

"Of course, they belong to the people of Western Sahara, so even if it is me, I have no right to sell them to anyone for free, even if they are not under the control of the people of Western Sahara now." Salem Salem

Urd Lessa said in a deep voice.

"Of course, I, Sean, am a reasonable person and a law-abiding person. I am happy to act in accordance with national laws and regulations. I am not buying this land at a low price. That is embezzling the assets of the people of Western Sahara. I choose

It’s a mining right, with a term and rent.”

"Mr. Sean is really an honest businessman!" Salem Ould Lesa said with a smile in his eyes.

"The Great Elder has discernment." Sean and Salem Ould Lesa looked at each other, and both of them laughed.

At this moment, Da Ying Empire, HSBC, Malay and others sent questions: When did you become blind?

"So, we can talk about the price. How many years does Mr. Sean want to rent the eight mining areas currently being mined, and what is the price?"

"Let's rent it for 100 years first." Sean grinned.

Salem Ould Lesa almost spit out, I take back what I just said, what the hell is the difference between this and buying.

Renting for a hundred years is very colonial!

"In terms of price, I have two options for Mr. Grand Elder to choose from. First, the annual rent is US$100 million, with an annual increase of 1%."

Salem Ould Lesa was noncommittal. The rent seemed very low, as if it was given away for free, but for a country, that's not how the accounts are calculated.

What the state values ​​is how many workers a mining area employs after it is put into operation, how many surrounding upstream and downstream industries it stimulates, and how many workers these industries employ.

How many people's livelihood industries have been activated by these workers' daily consumption?

Associated transportation, transportation and other commercial activities.

Just like during the reform period, the local government gave free land to foreign investors, built three connections and one leveling for free, and granted large loans. Foreign investors hardly needed to spend a penny to get a large factory built from scratch, or an original state-owned factory.

enterprise.

This seems like, okay, this is a freebie, as long as the foreign capital comes with the management team.

The country loses money, but it actually activates the local economy.

Just like what Morocco is doing now with the privatization of state-owned enterprises.

Therefore, Sean’s $100 million is really a lot, and he is extremely benevolent!

Of course, this is the general direction, don't worry about the details.

However, these are all false now. Most of the territory is still occupied by Morocco. Salem Ould Lesa wants to hear the second one.

"Second, I will take out 10% of the shares." Sean held out a finger, "Of course, I don't care how you divide it, but the Western Sacrifice cannot be less than 5%."

Salem Ould Lesa frowned, lowered his head, and the expression on his face kept changing.

This is more complicated.

After thinking for a while, Salem Ould Lessa raised his head and looked at Sean, "What are Mr. Sean's plans for those mines in the Moroccan occupied areas?"

"As everyone knows, I am a very reasonable person. On the land of Western Sahara, I have obtained a development permit from the governmental organization recognized by the people of Western Sahara, the Popular Front of Western Sahara. Then, I have the right to develop it, and no one can stop it.

"Me." Sean stared, "But if someone doesn't reason with me, then we have an unreasonable way of dealing with it!!"

Salem Ould Lesa squinted his eyes, and he thought he understood that what Sean wanted was an excuse to get into this business.

As for the unreasonable methods, he thinks they are just threats, and he will not actually take action. If they do fight, all production will be stopped, and all losses will be money.

"Well, this matter is very important. We need to go back and discuss it." Salem Ould Lesa stood up and said with a smile.

"Of course, of course, be careful. I'm waiting for your good news." Sean shook hands with the other party without sending them away. This was a secret meeting.

It wasn't until all the Caesars left that Armstrong appeared again.

"Have you found the target you were looking for?" Sean asked.

"We have found several suitable targets and are still screening them further," Armstrong replied.

"Well, you have to be careful. After all, you are risking your own death, but I believe in YSL teachings, hehe, hehe." Sean smiled strangely.

"Are you really planning to partner with the PFLP?" Armstrong asked uncertainly: "Many weapons in Morocco are American. The United States supports Morocco. As an American, will they believe you?"

"Who knows, I think it's about the same." Sean curled his lips, "YL is still at odds with the United States. It secretly gives arms to YL. It's also very close to Lao Sar, so it still hasn't given them any weapons.

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"cut!"

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On the other side, Salem Ould Lesa hurriedly returned to Western Sahara, his furrowed brows not loosening all the way until he returned to Western Sahara and called all the senior officials of the Western Sacred People's Formation over.

Although the Western Front is not yet the leadership team in the tent in the refugee camp, it does not have much ostentation now.

The main thing is poverty.

When the Spanish first withdrew, Caesar was actually much stronger than it is now.

In 1975, Spain withdrew its troops, and Morocco, Mauritania and Spain signed the "Madrid Agreement", which stipulated that approximately 170,000 square kilometers in the northern part of Western Sahara was included in the Moroccan territory, and approximately 90,000 square kilometers in the southern part was under the jurisdiction of Mauritania. Then the Western Sahara War broke out.

At the beginning of the war, the PFLP had only 500 people, equipped only with light weapons and off-road jeeps, and mainly used night attacks and "hit and run" guerrilla tactics, which had little effect.

In 1978, Kadanozo strengthened his assistance to the PFLP. The PFLP began to equip armored vehicles, heavy artillery, rocket launchers, missiles and relatively complete communication tools, and the total number of troops gradually increased to nearly 10,000 people.

The PFLP first targeted Mauritania and attacked Nouakchott, the capital of Mauritania, on June 8, 1976 and July 3, 1977.

On May 1 and July 16, 1977, they attacked the Zuairat iron mine in Mauritius, destroying the railway line from the mine to the seaport of Nouadhibou, severely damaging the economic lifeline of Mauritius, causing it to

Domestic inflation, foreign exchange earnings almost dried up, and the economy was on the verge of collapse, which eventually led to a domestic military coup. After the coup, the PFLP began to attack again, and finally forced the other party to announce that it had given up its territorial claims to Western Sahara.

After Mauritania withdrew from the war, the Western Front moved northward and concentrated its efforts to attack Morocco. It launched several large-scale attacks in Bir Enzalan, Le Buyrat and other places, causing heavy losses to the troops stationed in Samoa.

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At its peak, the PFLP used more than 5,000 troops, Soviet-made main battle tanks, missiles and heavy artillery, and shot down three Moroccan fighter jets. At the same time, it also carried out frequent attacks on key military locations in Morocco. In 1980, it once captured

Tata, an important town in the Moroccan desert, cut off the transportation line from Morocco to Western Sahara.

Faced with this situation, Morocco, on the one hand, vigorously accused Lao Maozi, Mauritania, Algeria and Kadezho of intervening in the Samoan dispute at the United Nations, claiming that supporting the Front for Western Sahara was a direct enemy of Morocco; on the other hand, it requested the United States to provide more

military assistance, and at the same time vigorously expanded the army, and began to build a defensive sand wall across the entire territory of Western Sahara in August 1980. Only then did it step by step block the channels of communication between Western Sahara and the outside world, trapping the People's Front.

In fact, it is the United States that is behind this.

After being trapped by the blockade, not to mention losing most of their financial resources. After 1985, Lao Maozi's economy became more and more unbalanced and he became increasingly unable to do what he wanted. The Middle East was mired in the graveyard of empires. Lao America supported YL and was entangled with Lao Sa. Lao Sa

They are looking for military support from Lao Maozi all day long. Israel is provoking several surrounding YSL countries all day long. There are constant conflicts between Israel, Egypt and Israel, and Palestine and Israel. They are all trying to contain Lao Maozi's experience and bleed Lao Maozi's blood.

Lao Maozi is now supporting Cesar in waves. The refugee camps that Cesar is currently working in have been arranged to Albania, so where is the money?

As soon as Salem Ould Lesa told about his meeting with Sean today, the conference room immediately became noisy.

"Damn it, I don't trust Americans. These infidels are not worthy of trust. They all deserve to be burned to death. They must want to disintegrate us from within."

"Not necessarily, these pagans are all devils, scum without faith. These guys will do anything for personal gain, including betraying their motherland!"

"You are naive. Will the US government allow him to support us?"

"How do you know he will listen to the government!"

"Fart, I think you just took a fancy to the benefits he promised, and you want to get the shares!"

"I am doing it for Caesar. We have cut off most of our external trade now. Without money, the people will starve to death!"

"..."

There was a quarrel in the conference room, with half supporting the alliance with Sean and the other half opposing, each with their own reasons.

"Okay, okay, no matter how much we argue, nothing can be decided. I think we can let Sean make a de facto statement." After attracting everyone's attention, Salem Ould Lesa said.

: "We can ask him for weapons, or let his protective umbrella take actions that actually support us."

"Weapons, American weapons are useless. All we have are Soviet weapons. Can he provide weapons for thousands of people?"

"Act, unless he goes to war with the Moroccans, I won't believe this damn infidel."

"Why can't it be Soviet-made weapons? You have forgotten one thing. In addition to powerful warships, the umbrella also has short-range ballistic missiles, which are from the east. Moreover, Saudi Arabia has just purchased 36 more missiles from the east through Sean's relationship.

Damn it, you won’t forget this news, right?”

"hiss!!!"

There was a gasping sound in the conference room, and the temperature rose again.

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Rabat, the capital of Monaco.

In an inconspicuous house, two men sat across from each other and were communicating in Spanish.

"Eye, look, don't be full of anger. You must restrain your eyes and make him calm. This can ensure that you are not discovered."

"These things are common sense that a reporter should know. We can't be sure of the situation at the scene, but we can be sure that there will be many, many reporters at the scene. They will inevitably have to communicate. You can't leak any clues, so you must remember

Know these things."

"Exercise, pay attention to the news every day, and write down all news hot spots. I will arrange a car to drive around the city and interview citizens on some issues."

"Your time is limited, ten days. Within ten days, you must make yourself look like a reporter."

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"Weapons?" Sean smiled, "Yes, no problem. As long as you pay, these things are no problem at all."

Salem Ould Lessa saw that Sean agreed simply, which made him feel a little unsure, "We can't give you the money now."

"That's no problem." Sean waved his hand nonchalantly, "When we cooperate, we are a family. I, Sean, have always been generous to my friends. I can give you a discount on weapons, not just weapons, but also other supplies.

It’s not a problem either.”

"Can all these weapons be obtained?" Salem Ould Lesa pushed over a piece of paper.

Sean looked down and then shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Salem Ould Lessa was a little anxious. It wasn't that he couldn't calm down, but that Caesar didn't have the confidence.

"After reading this, I know what your idea is, but I don't think this is a good idea." Sean raised his hand to signal the other party not to worry, and then slowly said: "Western Sahara is much weaker than Morocco, and its military strength is

, economic strength, population, or international support.”

"The method of concentrating force on one point to create a force advantage on a local battlefield seems good, but this will not cause much real-time damage to Monaco."

"This is impossible, we..."

"I know your record, don't worry, I always believe that words are worthless and everything depends on actual results. I will let people show you the tactics!" Sean grinned.

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Under the setting sun, two Toyota pickup trucks painted in earthy yellow were running inconspicuously in the yellow sand. If you weren't up close, you wouldn't be able to see them clearly.

On the back of the truck, men wearing turbans pointed to the front and said: "Look, there is the sand wall built by the Moroccans. It is these damn sand walls that are blocking us."

A person next to him grabbed the roof of the car and looked over. In front of him, he could vaguely see a long straight line across the ground extending to the end of his sight.

The Toyota car turned off its lights, and the sound of the engine, which was not loud, was obscured by the wind and sand, and it was hard to hear clearly.

When they got close to 1 kilometer away, two Toyota cars stopped.

"We can't move forward anymore. In order to stop us, many mines have been placed near the sand wall. There are so many mines."

"OK!" Eight soldiers jumped out of the car.

A square steel plate was thrown on the sand, and it was flattened by stepping on it. A Type 63 60mm mortar was supported on the iron plate. A total of 8 such mortars were placed.

There was a man standing in the Toyota car, holding a telescope and observing a stronghold behind the sand wall.

In addition to the simple wall of the Great Wall of Shadi, the Moroccan military has also deployed a large number of bunkers, fences and the largest minefields recognized in the world along the Great Wall. On average, there is a stronghold every 5 kilometers, with 35-40 soldiers deployed inside.

There is also a reserve team of 10 people at each location, and there is also a rapid response station about 4 kilometers behind each main stronghold, equipped with mobile vehicles such as tanks or other armored vehicles.

This time Sean sent someone to show off his fighting skills!

After observing for a few minutes, a series of accurate data came out from the mouth of the person on the Toyota. The person in front immediately began to adjust the mortar data.

Even more than 30 years later, the mortar is still an ideal suppressive artillery for mountain infantry, airborne troops, marines, and fast mobile troops. It has a simple structure, light weight, high firepower, long range, and good maneuverability.

Type 63 60 mm mortar, a product of the 1960s, has a caliber of 60.75 mm, a maximum range of 1500 meters, 30 rounds per minute, a total gun weight of 12.5 kg, a total grenade weight of 1.326 kg, and a killing area radius of 15 meters.

To be honest, it is really lagging behind, but where to use the points and for whom to use them.

After Sean matched him with a sniper's observation device for precise calculations, the shooting accuracy was greatly improved. The error per kilometer was no more than 1 meter. Although it was not as good as the latest Type 89, it was definitely enough.

"Ready... let go!" A low roar followed a series of "dong", "dong", "dong" and "dong"

"Rou...boom!" "rou...boom!" "rou...boom!"

In the Moroccan stronghold with only about 40 people, the yellow sand, cars, and houses were blown apart!

The sounds of "rou...boom!" and "rou...boom!" in the sky never stopped. What is the concept of 35 rounds per minute? What is the concept of 8 mortars?

Rapid fire, 300 rounds of artillery shells per minute!

Of course, there are currently insufficient operators and the firepower is not so exaggerated, but more than 100 shells were thrown towards the small stronghold barracks.

There was no chance for the Moroccans to fight back. How big could a small stronghold be? It was difficult to build this house in Western Sahara. They were all ordinary adobe houses. They were hit by more than 100 shells. The sound of banging and banging was heard continuously.

After going dozens of kilometers away, the entire stronghold was suddenly bombed into a ruined area.

This is a desert area, and there is no way to dig underground bunkers, so we have to fight hard and suffer heavy losses.

After a minute of rapid fire, with the people of Caesarea stunned, the group got into the car and ran away.

What does it mean to come and go like the wind?

After the reinforcements from other surrounding strongholds arrived, the attackers had already disappeared.

Half an hour later, there was another stronghold 10 kilometers away.

"Boom...boom!" "rou...boom!" "boom" "boom" "boom" "boom"

The overwhelming artillery shells hit him, and they fired rapidly in one minute, and then they ran away!

This time I ran farther, and the surrounding area was already full of frightened birds. It was pitch black, so I only turned on the low beam and walked slowly and leisurely in the Gobi Desert.

Fortunately, it's the Gobi Desert. You don't have to think about any nonsense roads at all. Just having a compass is enough.

2 hours later…

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

2 hours later…

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

One night, two vehicles attacked four Moroccan strongholds, dropping more than 600 bombs and killing nearly a hundred Moroccans.

The results, uh...