2 days ago......

On the desert Gobi Desert, there is yellow sand everywhere, and the simple military camp is composed of tents, and people come and go, some wearing yellow camouflage uniforms, and some gray tattered robes covering their bodies.

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

"40 Toyota pickup trucks, each group of 2 cars, each group has an active range of about 100 kilometers, I know that you don't know the terrain and can't accurately judge their active range, so each group will send a Western Sahara Front person to be responsible for the team's action, they are active on the defensive line all year round, and they help determine the location."

"Those who are far away will start first, those who are close will set off later, and two days later, they will start acting at 6 o'clock in the evening."

"Each leader leads the team, you don't have to worry about the supply problem, there will be a special car to deliver it later."

"I have only one request, maximum damage, to ensure safety!"

……

The Great Wall of Sand Causeway: Beginning in 1980, the Moroccans enlisted the help of consultants from South Africa, South Korea and Israel, and the Portuguese and Germans were responsible for the construction, making full use of the high terrain in the desert no man's land, and within 6 years, five long walls of sand banks with a total length of 2,200 kilometers and a height of about 3 meters were built.

Without Sean's intervention, construction of the sixth sandbank wall would have begun this year, 1987.

But now......

As soon as night fell, alarms sounded throughout the Great Wall of Shadi, which did not attract attention at first.

"XXX stronghold is being bombed locally, ask for reinforcements!"

"XXX stronghold is being bombed locally, ask for reinforcements!"

It is not uncommon for defensive lines to be attacked, and they are reported to a rapid reaction station 4 kilometers away, and the station immediately begins to send reinforcements after receiving the alarm.

Sectional attacks, each group of convoys separated by hundreds of kilometers, there was no communication between the military stations and the military stations at all, and the first wave of attacks did not attract any attention.

By the time the convoy bombarded the second place, there was still no big reaction from the station, and it was only an emergency U-turn for reinforcements.

Until the two reinforcements were all fruitless, their stronghold was bombed into a wasted area, most of the personnel were killed and wounded, and the casualties were as high as 80% in two attacks, the military station immediately reported the news to the headquarters of the sand bank of the road.

The number of attacks received by each of the five sand banks and the five divisions was only eight incidents, which was not unusual in the long-term harassment of the Western Sahara Front.

What really attracted the attention of the division was the casualty rate, and this time the Western Sahara Front did not fire a single shot, covering it with artillery fire from beginning to end, causing its own casualties as high as 300.

At this point, the matter still did not attract much attention, the five divisions were far away from each other, and there was no large-scale attack by the Western Sahara Front, there was no need for coordination, and there was no communication.

When the notice reached the defense line, all the strongholds were on high alert, but this vigilance was slowly relaxed and relaxed on the premise that the fourth wave of attacks had not yet arrived, and two hours later, suddenly the third wave of attacks came, and four more strongholds were bombed.

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

It was only at this time that the branch in the direction of the sand bank realized that things were not so simple, and the last two were not as serious as the first two due to vigilance, but the four attacks still caused 450 casualties!

In the middle of the night, about two days later, after the fourth attack, the various sand bank divisions successively reported the matter to the headquarters of the Moroccan army in Xisahara.

Seeing the reported data, the general command exploded in a flash!

"Damn it, are they 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 is it only being reported now?"

"5 sand banks, 80 attacks, and now I want to report it, you are all sinners, sinners of the country!"

There was a dead silence in the battle meeting, and the heads of the group of leaders in the middle of the night were pulled up and in a bad mood, but after seeing this report, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

In one night, 80 attacks and more than 2,200 casualties!

What is this concept?

In the first five years of the Battle of Satsumor (September 1978-September 1983), the Moroccan army lost a total of 18,100 soldiers, an average of 3,600 deaths in a year.

The past five years have been the worst, because the sand bank has not been built, and Lao Maozi's support is very strong, and the losses have not been so heavy since then.

Shocked now that there were 2,200 casualties overnight, more than in a fucking year, it's no wonder that the commander-in-chief is not mad!

The sand embankment defense line is in a deserted area, and the medical capacity is limited, and such a large number of wounded soldiers in a short period of time greatly exceeds the maximum treatment capacity, and a large number of wounded soldiers can only wait for death in wailing.

Overnight!

The news can't be concealed at all!

……

Rabat, the capital of Morocco.

There was a long queue in front of the government lecture hall, full of journalists, and news of a massive attack by the Western Sahara Front had already been heard last night.

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

The second is to stabilize the hearts and minds of Moroccans.

"I heard that Morocco suffered a lot yesterday."

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

"Who has sent many troops to the Western Sahara Front this time?"

"It's not about the number of troops, I heard that it was the Western Sahara Front that changed the way of attack, and the Moroccan army was caught off guard."

In the crowd, an Arab man stood in the procession, with a smile on his face, a journalist on his chest, and a silver-white metal necklace around his neck, which seemed to be a little small, almost clinging to his neck, and a silver-white pendant hanging from it like a pocket watch.

The man had a small video camera in his hand, and he listened quietly, making a few exclamations from time to time, which set off the atmosphere.

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

The team moved forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the man, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with some nervousness, the hand holding the camera clenching uncontrollably, and the knuckles were bruised.

The inspection is getting closer and closer to him, the man breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down, this is the final level, and after he has passed, he will be able to avenge the death of his family!

Finally, it was the turn of the Arab man in a navy blue suit, who 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 is beating wildly faster when the camera passes by.

The security personnel just looked at the cameras and didn't pay any attention, and today they have already seen more than 100 cameras or cameras.

A person next to him was holding a metal detector and scanning up and down the man's body, and the metal necklace around his neck made the alarm go off, and there were no other metal objects on his body.

Eventually, security officers returned the camera to the Arab man and let him in.

It wasn't until he actually walked into the press conference site that this person breathed a sigh of relief, 'whew', this relaxation, and suddenly broke out in white sweat.

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

I didn't find a middle position, I deliberately sat down on the side, and the camera was on my lap.

……

"How is it, is Grand Elder Salem Ould Lesa still satisfied?" It was still in that room that Sean met the Grand Elder of the Western Sahara Front again, "On the 2,200-kilometer defensive line, the attack was launched at the same time, and in 10 hours, more than 2,000 casualties were killed. ”

The live press conference of King Hassan II of Morocco was being broadcast on television, and before the interview had even begun, the host spoke of the casualty figures with a heavy face.

"This is the largest single casualty of the Moroccan army since the start of the Western Sahara War, and in recent years, the number of casualties in the whole year has not been so large!" Sean smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his face was relaxed.

Salem Ould Lesa also had a smile on his face, although the Moroccan army and the People's Front were of the same clan, but the more this happened, the stronger the hatred, and he had no sympathy at all.

"I am very satisfied, the US military is the US 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, it's not the umbrella, it's the Western Sahara Front." Sean said with a straight look on his face, pointing to the TV.

This matter must be clearly distinguished, the umbrella and the Moroccan army have no grievances and no enemies, and they will never be able to do such a sudden attack.

"Okay, okay." Salem Ould Lesa smiled and nodded, whether it was the Western Sahara Front or not, it was a show of strength.

Of course, he didn't dare to expose the umbrella to the outside world, and after seeing the cruelty of the umbrella with his own eyes, he was afraid that Sean would retaliate against him.

"We are very satisfied, but the only problem is that it costs too much." As he spoke, Salemu Ould Lesa laughed bitterly, "It was said to be 10 hours, but the actual attack lasted only 5 minutes." ”

"12000 shells...... This, this, this, the Western Sahara Front could not afford this kind of attrition. Salem Ould Lesa couldn't help but complain in her heart, this is simply smashing money, rich people are so fucking hateful and annoying.

"Is it much? I don't think it's much, the land is lost, the people and the land are lost, the people are lost, the people and the land are saved! Sean shook his finger and said: "The population of Western Sahara is too small, and it is difficult to replenish the soldiers, in this case, people are more important than money, no one, where is the money." ”

Salem Ould Lesa shook his head with a wry smile, theoretically Sean was right, but in Western Sahara, or in Africa, human life is really not valuable.

It's hard to stand and talk without back pain, you first have to have money and weapons!

"Can you tell me why the third attack took so long between the first two?" Salem Ould Lesa doesn't want to talk about money with damn rich people, he cares about tactics.

"At the beginning, it was a sneak attack, and the attack time was shortened as much as possible to maximize the damage, but after two times, the enemy must be alert, and the closer to the stronghold of the previous attack, the more alert the enemy becomes." Sean leaned back in the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and began to talk on his toes little by little, "But ordinary people can't stay on high alert for a long time, which is very draining." ”

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

"So, a two-hour drive works best when you suddenly attack."

"As for the fourth, the first, second and second are short-interval attacks, and the Moroccan army will habitually increase its vigilance after the third attack and wait for the fourth, so we have to wait, wait, wait, vigilance, again and again, can not be maintained."

"This is a psychological and physiological problem, this is called scientific management of the army!"

Salem Ould Lesa suddenly said, no wonder the US army is the strongest army, and it is indeed not the same level as the rabble like the PPLA, if it is .......

Throwing unrealistic thoughts into his mind, Salemu looked at Sean and said, "Mr. Sean has shown sincerity, so our PJP has decided to agree to cooperate with Mr. Sean. ”

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

"However, we discussed it and came up with a new proposal."

Sean raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

"To sum up, we want 8% of the company's shares and $1 billion in cash!" Salemu stared at Sean and said word by word.

"What?" Sean thought he had misheard, raised his hand and plucked his ear, and looked at Salemu with a strange expression, "Fuck, are you crazy or am I crazy!" ”

Salemu coughed lightly, and didn't dare to care about Sean's scolding, and said with a smile on his face: "100 million 100 years a year is equal to 10%, 1% is 10 billion, and now we need 2% less to add 1 billion, which is reasonable." ”

"You're pretty good at settling accounts, who handed in the math, introduction, special!" Sean was all happy, "Can it be the same to give money now as it is once a year?" ”

Seeing that Salemu still wanted to say, Sean waved his hand, "Okay, okay, 8% plus 100 million US dollars, at most!" ”

"Impossible, 800 million, least!"

"200 million!"

"700 million!"

"200 million!"

"600 million!"

"200 million!"

Salemu: "......"

"I'm down!"

"yes, but I'm not going up!"

"You!" Salemu was in a hurry.

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

Salemu was so resolute that Shaun immediately coaxed, people are poor and short-sighted, "Add a little more, it's always okay to add 100 million." ”

Sean squinted at Salemu, and saw that the other party's sweat was down, so he said: "If it's 300 million, it's conditional." ”

"You say, you say." Salemu's eyes lit up.

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

For example, a good book that used to have a small life lent money to the east, but this loan contract stipulates that it can only be used to purchase steel smelting equipment from the book, and cannot be spent on other aspects, which is called a targeted consumer loan.

For example, the military aid given by the United States to Ermaozi does not actually give cash, it is all 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 $1 billion', and the word 'free' will definitely not appear in it.

In fact, they are all targeted consumer loans.

"Which items?" Salemu has not expressed any objections, and the grants they have received over the years have been almost non-cash-based, mostly in the form of supplies.

"Military weapons, food, medicine."

"No problem, what about the price?" Salemu is more concerned about this.

"Don't worry, I've always been very good to my partners, look at the mud, look at Sri Lanka, look at Xingcheng, they haven't lost anything when they cooperate with me!" Sean said with a smile: "Like yesterday's 60 mortars, 500 dollars a piece, the shells are even cheaper, 1 is only 100 dollars." ”

"Cheap enough!!" Sean stared at Salemu with wide eyes, "Last night's battle only cost 1.2 million US dollars, as long as you want, you can launch it 100 more times, with more than 2,000 casualties at a time, and the Moroccan army has only arranged a total of about 50,000 people on the sand bank, strike while the iron is hot, and destroy them!" ”

If these words were heard by the people in the east, they would have to spit on Sean to death.

What's more, 20 years ago, well, many of them have only been produced for more than 10 years, but they were only sold to Sean for $20 a piece, and that's it, the East still feels crazy.

Clearing inventory is still very profitable...... An old friend of the military people!

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

The key is that things are suitable, compared to 155 mm guns, tanks, armored vehicles, Sam 6 or something, this small mortar is simple and easy to use, lightweight, and low consumption.

As for whether it works well, yesterday it was fully proven that this tactic is powerful.

"This tactic, Mr. Sean thinks it can open up the current situation?" Salemu looked at Sean uncertainly, as if he was afraid that Sean would shake his head and shatter the longing in his heart.

You must know that when you received the news of the results of the battle in the morning, there was a commotion in the Xisara formation, and it was really, gongs and drums were noisy, and firecrackers were firecrackers......

"It can open up the situation, but it can't lay the fruit of victory." Sean's answer was both disappointed and delighted by Salemu.

"This kind of small-caliber mortar is really good for dealing with adobe buildings, it will collapse as soon as it is blown up, so it will definitely open up the situation, but the Moroccan side will definitely think of countermeasures, once they use reinforced concrete to make permanent fortifications, the small mortar is useless, and high-power artillery must be used with special shells."

"Of course, even if the Moroccan side wants to, it will not have the money in a short time, let alone the opportunity to build permanent fortifications."

"However, it is up to you whether the Western Sahara Front can effectively use this time to carry out a counteroffensive."

"Thank you, Mr. Sean." Salemu nodded as if he had strengthened his confidence and said, "I still need food, medicine, especially medicine, urgently needed." ”

"Due to the Moroccan blockade, we in Western Sahara are living in a very difficult environment, many people are starting to get sick, and more newborns are stunted."

"Bad environment? But you can't always complain, who has a good living environment on this African continent, who can easily have a good life, don't be bitter and hypocritical, in fact, Di at three o'clock in the morning...... Ahem, right! ”

"Difficult to live?" Sean looked puzzled, "Then why don't you drive your own private car out and pull it out, why don't you rent out your idle house?" ”

Salemu: "......"

You're a fool, aren't you?

"As for medicines, I heard in one place that how to reduce the physical harm 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, you can know the harmful metabolites in the body, go back, I will get you more vitamin C! ”

Salemu: "That's a hellish joke. ”

"Ahem, okay, let's get down to business." Sean took out a document and pushed it over, "What do you need, tell me when you choose it, however, I think you should order more mortars, and increase your efforts in the recent period, maybe they are prepared, but so what, there is always a limit to the casualties that the Moroccan army can bear." ”

Looking at the documents in his hand, which were densely packed with materials and prices, Salemu looked up at Sean, and you are ready to give a targeted consumer loan a long time ago, right?

……

Saying this, on the TV, the Moroccan press spokesman finally finished speaking, and after some introduction, Hassan II walked out of the backstage amid the applause of everyone.

Hassan II had no expression on his face, just nodded to the group of reporters, and walked towards the rostrum step by step.

As soon as an Arab man saw Hassan II, he couldn't help but think of a family.

The wife who is not pretty, has rough skin, doesn't feel good to the touch, has no sexual interest, and always likes to nag.

Three children who are not obedient, always mischievous, naughty, noisy, and make themselves dirty every day.

Life is not good, very heavy, the whole family is struggling on the edge of food and clothing, he has never felt that this kind of life has anything to cherish, and in the dead of night, he often complains secretly, hoping that the world will end and die.

But until Morocco really brought the end of the world.

The war turned the town they lived in into ruins, and the cannonballs that fell from the sky took the lives of the nagging woman and the three little mischievous.

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

It was the man on stage who brought it all together, and it was his "green march" that plunged Western Sahara into endless war, killing hundreds of thousands of people and displacing hundreds of thousands.

Everything is caused by this devil!

The camera is carried on the shoulder of the Arab man, one eye is focused on the camera's viewing port, and the camera is firmly focused on Hassan II.

On the surface, this is a camera, and there is nothing wrong with the front part, but behind the lens, it is completely removed, and a grenade launcher is installed inside.

The grenade had already been installed a long time ago, although it was only one shot, but it was ...... at such a close distance.

Hassan II had just walked to the front of the stage, his hands propped up on the table, and his mouth was about to speak.

The Arab man slammed the shoot button.

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

"Boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the entire rostrum was blown out, and Hassan II's body fell out like a broken sack, splashing blood, fragments of shells, splinters of blown wood, and dazzling firelight......

At the scene, hundreds of people watched this scene in a daze, and the people in front of the TV were also stunned.

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

Specialized!

But when he looked down, Hassan II was half of his body, his head, his flesh and blood were blurred, his flesh was rolling, and his face was inlaid with a piece of shrapnel, and blood was gurgling out.

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

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

At this moment, the Arab man, who had fired the grenade, threw away the camera in his hand, ignoring the security guards who rushed towards him.

Security doesn't choose to kill, it's the right choice.

At this time, it is necessary to catch the live mouth, only in this way can you find the mastermind behind the scenes!

"Heresy, Allah will not forgive you, go to hell, you devil!" The Arab man hissed and roared with all his might, and was knocked down by several security guards and cut off his hands, still struggling.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound on the man's neck, and then, "boom"

In the explosion, most of the man's neck was broken, blood gushed out, and the person lost his breath after a few struggles, but his eyes were still staring at the front, and his eyes were still fierce.

Several security guards had their faces covered in blood, and both of them were also injured by the explosion, and they all stood there with confused expressions at the moment.

Look up at the messy rostrum, and look down at the attackers who are completely dead at their feet.

It's over, and the last clue is broken!

The king is dead, and in public, what now?

What about Morocco?