America's Big Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"12000 rounds of shells... This, this, this, the Western Sahara can't afford this kind of consumption." Salem Ould Raisa couldn't help complaining in his heart, this is simply a waste of money. Money people are so fucking hateful and irritating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sean raised his hand in a please gesture.

"Together, we want 8% of the company's shares and US$10 billion in cash!" Salem stared at Sean and said word by word.

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

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

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

Seeing that Salem wanted to say more, Sean waved his hand, "Okay, okay, 8% plus 1 million US dollars, the most!"

"Impossible, 8 million, at least!"

"2 billion!"

"7 billion!"

"2 billion!"

"6 billion!"

"2 billion!"

Salem: "..."

"I'm down!"

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

"You!" Salem was a little anxious.

"Needless to say, it's only 2 million. I won't play with you any more. Yesterday's attack is my meeting gift."

Salem felt that Sean was so determined, so he immediately persuaded him. He is poor and short-sighted, "Add a little more, maybe add 1 million."

Xiao En squinted at Salem, and saw that the other party was sweating, and then said: "If it is 3 million, there are conditions."

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, they are all targeted consumer loans.

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

"Military weapons, food, medicine."

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

"Don't worry, I've always been very kind to my partners. Look at Luni, Sri Lanka, and Xingcheng. They haven't lost money by working with me!" Xiao En said with a smile: "It's like yesterday's 60 Mortars cost $500, and shells are even cheaper at only $1."

"Is it cheap enough!?" Sean stared at Salem with wide eyes, "Last night's battle only cost 120 million US dollars. As long as you want, you can launch another 100 times, with more than 2000 casualties at one time. The Moroccan Army only deployed about 5 people on the sand embankment, strike while the iron is hot, and destroy them!!"

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

Damn, the products from 20 years ago, well, many of them were only produced for more than 10 years, but they were only sold to Sean for 20 dollars a piece, just like this, Dongfang still thinks it's going crazy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Salem: "..."

Are you an idiot?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But until Morocco really brought the end.

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

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

All this was brought about by the man on the stage. It was his "green march" that plunged Western Sahara into endless flames of war, killing 10,000+ people and displacing tens of thousands of people.

Everything is caused by this devil!

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

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

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

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

The Arab man slammed the shoot button.

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

"boom!"

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

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

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

specialized!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's over, the last clue is broken!

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

What about Morocco?

Chapter 368: The Thief Shouts, Catch the Thief!

"Oh, mochi!"

"Fake!"

"Shit!"

"Allah!!" Salem Ould Raisa stood up abruptly, staring at the TV, his eyeballs almost fell out, dead? !

I can't believe it!

The Hassan who launched the green march and plunged Xisar into a war, resulting in the death of 10,000+ people and the displacement of tens of thousands of people, died?

Through the TV screen, Salemu watched Hassan being blown away with his own eyes. Under such circumstances, it was very difficult to live.