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Chapter 364 Assassination and Contract Signing
Chapter 364 Assassination and Contract Signing
2 days ago……
On the Gobi desert, there is yellow sand everywhere, and the simple military camp is composed of tents. Some of the people coming and going are wearing yellow camouflage uniforms, and some are covered with gray tattered robes.
In a large tent, 40 people sat on small horses and listened to the people in front of them.
"40 Toyota pickup trucks, each group of 2, each group has an active range of about 100 kilometers. I know that you don't understand the terrain and cannot accurately judge the active range of each group. Therefore, each group will send a person from the Western Sahara Formation to be responsible for accompanying the team.
Action, they are active on the defensive line all year round, and they help determine the position."
"Those who are far away will set off first, and those who are nearby will set off later. Two days later, we will start unified action at 6 p.m."
"Lead the team members each, and you don't have to worry about the supplies. A special car will be delivered later."
"I have only one request, maximum damage and safety!"
…
Great Wall of Sand Embankment: Beginning in 1980, the Moroccans brought in consultants from South Africa, South Korea and Israel to help, and the Portuguese and Germans were responsible for the construction. They made full use of the high terrain in the uninhabited land in the desert. Within 6 years, the entire length of the Great Wall was built.
2200 kilometers of 5 sand embankment walls with a height of about 3 meters.
Without Sean's intervention, construction of the sixth sand embankment of the Great Wall would have begun this year, 1987.
But now...
As soon as night fell, alarms were heard throughout the Great Wall of Shadi, but they did not pay attention at first.
"XXX stronghold was bombed by local bombers, requesting support!"
"XXX stronghold was bombed by local bombers, requesting support!"
It is common for the defense line to be attacked, and reports are always sent to the rapid response military station 4 kilometers away. After receiving the alarm, the military station immediately begins to send troops for reinforcements.
The attack was carried out in stages, with each group of convoys separated by hundreds of kilometers. There was no connection between the military depots and the first wave of attacks did not attract any attention.
When the convoy bombed the second location, there was still no big response from the military station, and they just turned around urgently for reinforcements.
Until the two reinforcements failed, our stronghold was bombed into a ruined area, and most of the personnel were killed and injured. The casualties in the two attacks were as high as 80%. The military station immediately reported the news to the headquarters at the sand embankment of this road.
There are 5 sand embankments and 5 branches. Each branch received only 8 attacks. This is not unusual in the long-term harassment of the Western Front.
What really attracted the branch's attention was the casualty rate. This time, the Western Saharan Front did not fire a single shot, and was covered with artillery fire from beginning to end, causing as many as 300 casualties on its own side.
When the matter reached this point, it still did not attract much attention. The five branches were far apart from each other. If there was no large-scale attack by the Western Sacrifice, there would be no need for coordination and therefore no communication.
The notice was issued to the defense line, and people in all strongholds were on high alert. However, this 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
Arrival, 4 more strongholds were bombed.
Two hours later, the fourth wave of attacks came again!
It was only then that the Shadi branch 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!
Around two days late at night, after the fourth attack, each Shadi branch reported the matter to the Moroccan army's general headquarters in Western Sahara.
After seeing the reported data, the headquarters immediately went crazy!
"Damn it, are you all fucking pigs!" The commander-in-chief of the Moroccan Army took the report in his hand and slapped it on the table, "Are you all pigs?"
"Why are you reporting it now!"
"Five sand embankments, 80 attacks, and I'm just now thinking of reporting it. You are all sinners, sinners of the country!"
There was a dead silence in the combat meeting. The group of leaders were brought up in the middle of the night and were 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, with more than 2,200 casualties!
What is this concept?
In the first five years of the Battle of Samos (September 1978-September 1983), the Moroccan army lost a total of 18,100 soldiers, with an average of 3,600 deaths per year.
These five years were the most tragic because the sand embankment had not been built and Lao Maozi had great support. After that, the losses were not so heavy.
Shockingly, 2,200 casualties have been reported overnight, more than in a fucking year. It would be strange if the commander-in-chief is not mad!
The sand embankment defense lines are all in deserted areas with limited medical capabilities. Such a large number of wounded soldiers in a short period of time greatly exceeds the ultimate treatment capacity. Large numbers of wounded soldiers can only wait to die in mourning.
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 that the PFLP launched a large-scale attack last night had spread.
Today, the king will hold a press conference. First, he will condemn the despicable sneak attack of the PFLP. He does not need to strongly condemn it, but he will definitely fight back!
Secondly, it 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 revealed yet?"
"How many troops did the Western Saharamen send out this time?"
"It's not about the number of troops. I heard that the Western Saharamen changed their attack method and the Moroccan army was caught off guard."
In the crowd, an Arab man stood in the queue, with a smile on his face, a reporter's portrait hanging on his chest, and a silver-white metal necklace on his neck. The necklace seemed a little small, almost clinging to his neck, and the silver-white color looked like a pocket watch.
The same pendant hangs below.
The man held a small video camera in his hand and listened quietly, exclaiming a few times in coordination to heighten the atmosphere.
These are all tips taught by the coach during training on how to quickly integrate.
The team moved forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the man. They swallowed nervously, and the hand holding the camera clenched uncontrollably, with veins on the knuckles exposed.
The inspection distance was getting closer and closer to him. The man took a big breath and tried to calm himself down. This was the last level. After passing it, he could avenge his lost family members!
Finally it was the turn of the Arab man in a navy blue suit. At this time, he had adjusted himself. At least on the surface, he did not appear to be short of breath or stiff.
It's just that my heartbeat accelerated wildly when the camera was passed to me.
The security personnel just looked at the cameras and paid no attention to them. Today they have looked at more than a hundred cameras or cameras.
A person next to him used a metal detector to scan up and down the man's body. Except for the metal necklace around his neck, which made the alarm 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 the man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Whoops." After this relaxation, he suddenly broke out in white hair and sweat.
Raising his hand and gently wiping his forehead, the Arab man kept smiling and continued walking inside.
Instead of looking for a middle position, I deliberately sat down to the side with the camera on my lap.
…
"How is it? Are you satisfied with the Great Elder Salem Ould Lesa?" Still in the same room, Sean met the Great Elder of the Western Sacrifice again, "2,200 kilometers of defense line, simultaneous attacks, 10
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 begun, but the host was talking about the number of casualties with a serious look on his face.
"This is the largest single casualty of the Moroccan army since the beginning of the Western Sahara War. In recent years, the number of casualties throughout the year has not been this large!" Sean smiled with a relaxed look on his face.
Salem Ould Lesa also had a smile on his face. Although the Moroccan Army and the People's Front were of the same clan and species, the more they were like this, the stronger their hatred. He had no sympathy at all.
"I am very satisfied. The US military is the US military, and Umbrella is worthy of being the world's largest private security company!"
"No, no, no, it's not the US military, it's not the umbrella, it's the Western Front." Sean looked straight and pointed at the TV.
This matter must be clearly understood. There is no enmity between the protective umbrella and the Moroccan army, and there is absolutely no way for such a sudden attack to happen.
"Okay, okay." Salem Ould Lessa nodded with a smile, thinking that it would be a good idea to show his strength to the Caesarian formation.
Of course, he didn't dare to expose it to the outside world as the work of Umbrella. After seeing the brutality of Umbrella with his own eyes, he was afraid that Sean would retaliate against him.
"We are very satisfied with the PFLP, but the only problem is that it costs too much." As he said this, Salem Ould Lesa smiled bitterly, "It was said to be 10 hours, but the actual attack time was only 5.
It’s only a few minutes.”
"12,000 rounds of artillery shells... This, this, this, the Western Saharamen cannot afford this kind of consumption." Salem Ould Lessa couldn't help complaining in his heart. This is simply throwing money at him.
Rich people are so damn hateful and annoying.
"Is it much? I don't think it is much. If you save the land and lose the people, you will lose both the people and the land. If you save the people and lose the land, you will save the people and the land!" Sean shook his finger and said: "The population of Western Sahara is too small, and it is difficult for soldiers to supplement it. This
In this situation, people are more important than money. If there are no people, where will the money come from?"
Salem Ould Lesa smiled bitterly and shook his head. In theory, Sean was right, but in Western Europe, or in Africa, human life is really worthless.
You can't even stand and talk without pain in your back. You must first have money and weapons!
"Can you tell me why the third attack took so much longer than the first two?" Salem Ould Lesa didn't want to discuss money issues with damn rich people. He was concerned about tactics.
"It was a sneak attack at the beginning. We tried to shorten the attack time and maximize the damage. But after two attacks, the enemy must be alert. The closer to the stronghold attacked before, the more alert the enemy becomes." Sean leaned on the back of his chair and tilted his head.
He crossed his legs and started to talk bit by bit on tiptoes, "But ordinary people cannot stay highly alert for a long time. This consumes a lot of energy."
"And the farther away they are from the previous attack point, the lower the Moroccan army's vigilance will be."
"So, it would be best to launch a sudden attack after traveling for 2 hours."
"As for the fourth attack, the first and second attacks are at short intervals. The Moroccan army is used to raising its vigilance and waiting for the fourth attack after the third attack. So, you have to wait, wait a little longer, vigilance is a thing.
Over and over again, it can’t be maintained.”
"This is a psychological and physiological problem. This is called scientific military management!"
Salem Ould Lesa suddenly realized, no wonder the US military is the strongest army, and it is indeed not on the same level as a ragtag group like the People's Front. What if...
Putting the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, Salem looked at Sean and said: "Mr. Sean has shown sincerity, so we at the PFLP have decided to agree to cooperate with you."
"Very good, which option do you choose?" Sean asked with a smile.
"However, we have a new cooperation proposal after discussion."
Sean raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"To sum up, we want 8% of the company's shares and 1 billion US dollars in cash!" Salemu stared at Sean and said word by word.
"What?" Sean thought he heard wrongly, raised his hand to pick out his ears, and looked at Salem with a strange expression, "Damn it, are you crazy, or am I crazy!"
Salemu coughed lightly and did not dare to care about Sean's curse. The smile on his face remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "100 million a year is equivalent to 10%. 1% is 1 billion. Now we need less
It’s only 2% to add 1 billion, it’s reasonable.”
"You are quite good at calculating accounts, who is responsible for math, introduction, etc.!" Sean was so angry, "Can the payment now be the same as the payment once a year?"
Seeing that Salem wanted to say something, Sean waved his hand, "Okay, okay, 8% plus 100 million US dollars, that's the most!"
"Impossible, 800 million, at least!"
"200000000!"
"700 million!"
"200000000!"
"600 million!"
"200000000!"
Salem: "..."
"I surrender!"
"Yeah, but I won't get any more!"
"You!" Salem was a little anxious.
"Needless to say, it's only 200 million. I won't play with you for even one cent more. Yesterday's blow is my meeting gift."
When Salem was so determined by Sean, he immediately gave up. He is poor and has short ambitions, "Just add a little more, maybe 100 million."
Sean looked sideways at Salem, who was so sweaty that he started to say, "If it's 300 million, then there are conditions."
"Say, you say." Salem's eyes lit up.
"300 million targeted consumer loans." Sean said a financial term.
For example, Benzi, who once had a good life in his childhood, lent money to Dongbian, but the loan contract stipulated that the loan could only be used to purchase steel smelting equipment from the book and could not be spent on other aspects. This is called a targeted consumption loan.
For example, the military aid given by the United States to Ermaozi was not actually given in cash, but was converted into materials, the price was higher than the original price, and it was not really free.
What you see in the news is 'providing military equipment worth X billion US dollars', and the word 'free' will never appear in it.
In fact, they are all targeted consumer loans.
"Which projects?" Saleimu did not express any objection. In recent years, the funding they have received has almost never been in the form of cash, and most of it has been materials.
"Military weapons, food, medicine."
"No problem, what about the price?" Salem was more concerned about this.
"Don't worry, I'm always very good to my partners. Look at Bangni, look at Sri Lanka, look at Xingcheng, they have never lost anything by cooperating with me!" Sean said with a smile: "It's like the 60-year-old yesterday.
Mortars cost US$500 each, and artillery shells are even cheaper, only US$100 each.”
"Isn't it cheap enough?!" Sean looked at Salem with wide eyes, "The battle last night only cost 1.2 million US dollars. If you want, you can launch it 100 more times, with more than 2,000 casualties at one time.
The Moroccan army only deployed about 50,000 people in total on the sand embankment. Strike while the iron is hot and destroy them!!"
If someone from the east hears these words, Sean will be spitted to death.
What the hell, products from 20 years ago, well, many of them were produced just over 10 years ago, but they were sold to Sean for only 20 dollars each. Just like that, Dongfang felt like he was going crazy.
There's so much money to be made from clearing inventory...an old friend of the military people!
Saleimu smashes his mouth, indeed, it is quite cheap!
The key is to have the right stuff. Compared to 155mm artillery, tanks, armored vehicles, Sam 6, etc., this small mortar is simple, easy to use, lightweight, and consumes less.
As for whether it is easy to use, yesterday has fully proved the power of this tactic.
"Mr. Sean, do you think 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 victory was received early in the morning, everyone in the Western Sahara formation was in an uproar. It was really a roar of gongs and drums, and firecrackers were blasting...
"It can open up the situation, but it cannot establish the fruits of victory." Sean's answer made Salemu 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 build permanent fortifications, then the small mortar will collapse."
There is no use in firing cannons. We must use powerful artillery and special artillery shells."
"Of course, even if the Moroccan side thought about it, they would not have the money in a short time, let alone the opportunity to build permanent fortifications."
"However, it depends on you whether the Western Front can effectively use this time to counterattack."
"Thank you, Mr. Sean." Salem nodded as if he had strengthened his confidence and said, "I still need food and medicine, especially medicine, urgently."
"Due to the Moroccan blockade, our living environment in Western Sahara is very harsh. Many people have begun to fall ill, and more newborns are stunted."
"The environment is not good? But we can't always complain. Who on this African continent has a better living environment? Who can easily have a good life? Don't be so pretentious. In fact, Di at three in the morning...cough
Ahem, right!"
"Life is difficult?" Sean looked puzzled, "Then why don't you drive your private car out to work, and why don't you rent out your idle house?"
Salem: "..."
Are you an idiot?
"As for medicines, I heard somewhere that how to reduce the harm to the body caused by staying up late due to the harsh environment? Vitamin C is an effective antioxidant. You can eat more fruits rich in vitamin C, which can remove harmful metabolites from the body.
Come back, 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, choose it and tell me. However, I think you should order more mortars and increase the intensity in recent times.
Maybe they are prepared, but so what, there is always a limit to the casualties the Moroccan army can endure."
Looking at the documents in his hand, which were densely packed with materials and prices, Salem looked up at Sean and asked, "You have been preparing to give a consumer loan for a long time, right?"
…
Having said this, on the TV, the Moroccan spokesperson finally finished speaking. After some introductions, Hassan II walked out from the backstage amidst the applause of the crowd.
Hassan II had no expression on his face. He just nodded to the reporters and walked towards the rostrum step by step.
When Arab men see Hassan II, they can't help but picture the appearance of a family in front of their eyes.
The wife who is not beautiful, has rough skin, has no texture to the touch, has no sexual interest, and always likes to nag.
The three children were disobedient, always making trouble, being naughty, noisy, and making themselves dirty every day.
Life was not good, it was very heavy, and the whole family was struggling on the edge of food and clothing. He never felt that this kind of life was worth cherishing. In the dead of night, he often complained secretly, hoping that the world would end and he would just die.
But until Morocco really brought the end.
The war turned the small town where they lived into a ruined area, and the shells falling from the sky took away the lives of the nagging woman and three little naughty people.
When he saw the collapsed house at home and the bodies buried under the house, he suddenly realized that life was actually quite good. Without the nagging, he would be restless. Without the annoying children, his life would become lackluster.
.
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 more than 100,000 people and displacing hundreds of thousands more.
Everything is caused by this devil!
The camera was carried on the shoulders of this Arab man, with one eye pointed at the observation port on the camera, and the lens firmly focused on Hassan II.
On the surface, this is a camera. There is nothing wrong with the front part, but behind the lens, everything has been removed, and a grenade launcher is installed inside.
The grenade has been installed long ago. Although there is only one round, at such a close distance...
Just when Hassan II came to the stage, he put his hands on the table and opened his mouth to speak.
The Arab man suddenly pressed the shooting button.
"Bang" the warhead broke through the lens glass and suddenly hit the rostrum more than ten meters away.
"boom!"
There was a violent explosion, and the entire rostrum was blown away. Hassan II's body fell out like a broken sack, with splashing blood, fragments of shells, blown wood, and dazzling fire...
At the scene, hundreds of people watched this scene blankly, and people in front of the TV were also stunned.
After the explosion, the security personnel finally reacted and rushed towards Hassan II on the ground. Their first choice was not to kill, but to protect.
major!
But when he lowered his head and looked down, half of Hassan II's body and head were covered in blood and flesh, and his skin was rolled up. There was also a piece of shrapnel embedded in his face, and blood was pouring out.
Hassan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out was blood foam.
His body twitched, his head tilted, and he was out of breath.
At this moment, the Arab man who had fired the grenade threw away the camera in his hand and turned a blind eye to several security guards rushing towards him.
Security will not choose to kill, it is the right choice.
At this time, we need to arrest people alive. Only in this way can we find the mastermind behind the scenes!
"Heretic, God will not forgive you, go to hell, you devil!" the Arab man roared at the top of his lungs. He was knocked down by several security guards and had his hands cut off, but he continued to struggle.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound on the man's neck, and then, "Boom"
In the explosion, more than half of the man's neck was broken, and blood spurted out. After a few struggles, the man ran out of breath, but his eyes were still staring straight ahead, his gaze still fierce.
Several security guards had blood on their faces and two of them were injured. They were all standing there with confused expressions on their faces.
He looked up at the chaotic rostrum, and looked down at the completely dead attacker at his feet.
It's over, the last clue is broken!
The king died in public, what should we do now?
What to do about Morocco?
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