America's Big Hero

"The fixed expenses of the company under my name exceed 300 million US dollars every day. If I don't make money for a year, then I will go bankrupt!"

"The purpose of my visit this time is also to mine phosphate mines."

When the reporters heard this, their eyeballs shone brightly, "Mr. Xiao En, do you want to go to Morocco or Xisar for mining?"

Sean laughed and nodded, "Guess!"

A group of reporters laughed, no wonder Sean supported Cesar, good guy!

Of course Sean supported Caesar, and made money from him, of course he had to support Caesar!

The Xisa people are not stupid, they can't be fooled by speaking a few half-baked Chinese, and they can't do the kind of thing that picks up the bowl to eat and puts down the bowl to scold their mothers.

I kill people and steal goods, I am fierce and vicious, but I am still a good person!

When the reporter asked any more questions, Sean ignored them, and expressed everything that should be said and expressed clearly!

……

Back in Canary again, Salem had already arrived, and a list of supplies was handed over to Sean, "Help me take a look and give me some advice."

Not to mention daily necessities and medicines, weapons require a lot of mortars and ammunition, millions of rounds, and 1 million yuan in funds.

From the perspective of the Western Saesars, this is a desert area after all, and it is unrealistic to build large-scale permanent reinforced concrete fortifications. Heavy artillery, tanks, and aircraft are not practical at all, and mortars are better.

Especially yesterday they cooperated with the Toyota pickup truck given by Sean and some of their own messy vehicles to launch another big attack.

The 2200-kilometer defense line launched an attack at the same time. Good guy, even if the Moroccan army has been reinforced once, with a strength of more than 6, the defense line is too long. It is like sprinkling sesame salt, with only 27 people per kilometer...

The defensive side's tactics are extremely passive, and the locations of the various strongholds have been explored clearly.

The number of people dispatched in this attack was several times higher. Even though the Morocco army had been mentally prepared for the attack, the effect was remarkable, causing more than 3500 casualties.

Most of them came from the first wave of attacks.

Sean looked at the list, and only made one suggestion, "Buy some fast fishing boats and speedboats, add supporting weapons, the fishery can replenish some funds and supplies, and speedboats..."

Sean pointed to the long coastline from Monaco to Xisar on the map, "I mentioned the Maginot Line in an interview before, I believe you must know how the Germans did it."

"Since the Moroccans want to stretch the front line, then you should cooperate with them and see how long they can stretch."

"The islands near the Canary Islands are densely populated and sparsely populated. It is a good hiding place and a window for external communication and transactions."

Salem nodded silently. It's not that he doesn't know. It's just that he has no money and no chance. After the outbreak of the Western Sasar War, land warfare has always been the main focus. All the money has been invested in it, and there is no chance to develop the sea. strength.

Everyone knows the importance of sea power, but it costs too much money, and Morocco's sea power is not weak, at least not weak in Africa, with more than 20 large and small ships.

But the situation is different now. At least in a short period of time, there are a group of speedboats acting as sea wolves, which can make Morocco's coastal economic belt sleepless!

Sean pointed out a little bit and stopped talking. Sisar can't deal with Morocco, but Sean has a lot of ways to deal with Morocco. The premise still depends on whether his own strength is strong enough.

After taking out the contract that had been prepared a long time ago and signing it, Sean opened a bottle of wine and clinked glasses with Salem, "Things will arrive one after another, don't worry."

After seeing off Salem, Sean asked where his warship was.

In the previous YL incident, after a frigate was sunk, Sean placed an order for two more Keeling-class warships, planning to replace the other frigate.

Now, after the battleship has been inspected, refitted and launched, Sean ordered it to be transferred to West Africa and used first.

……

Two days later, a Kieling-class guided-missile destroyer headed for Laayoune, the nominal capital of the Democratic Republic of Western Sahara.

Laayoune, a small city in the northwest corner of Western Sahara, originally had a population of about 6, and the Bukrah phosphate mining area is [-] kilometers away.

At present, there are about 15 people in Laayoune, most of whom are Moroccan immigrants, the first group of green marchers.

The port of Laayoune exports a large amount of concentrated phosphate ore, and there are many large cargo merchant ships. In theory, a ship with a displacement of more than 2000 tons is not uncommon.

But a battleship is just a battleship. The slender figure with sharp edges and corners is full of power. The tall radar tower shows what technology is. The ferocious gun barrel and the row of rocket launchers are even more impressive. shudder!

A big killer, far surpassing the super power of the entire Monaco Navy.

The Keeling-class battleship didn't wait for the guidance of the port at all, and just cut straight in towards the pier, and the merchant ships on both sides hurriedly avoided it without saying a word.

What a joke, everyone on the merchant ship has seen the flag flying on the Keeling-class battleship, the American flag is fine, the key is that there is a f*cking flag, which represents a powerful name'umbrella' on the sea!

They are all running boats, who doesn't know the umbrella, who dares to block it!

Occupying a berth on a boat, whoever it used to belong to, now it belongs to me!

Suddenly a guided-missile destroyer appeared in the port, and the Laayoune official immediately blew up.

But before the official could react, Sean had already got off the battleship with dozens of American soldiers armed with live ammunition.

Yes, wearing a tactical helmet, loaded with live ammunition, M16 hanging on his chest, and a grenade hanging on his waist, he walked in Sean's position with a vigilant expression, and walked straight outside.

This posture would definitely frighten many people in other places, but in Africa...it's normal.

Outside, there were already more than a dozen jeeps waiting here, and a group of people got into the car and drove out in a mighty direction, heading towards the Bukla mine.

As soon as the people from the government came towards the port, they received the news that Sean was going to the mine, and hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

The Bukra Mine is the lifeblood of the entire Laayoune, and no one can afford it if something goes wrong.

Besides, the officials know that Sean has no business here, this menacing...

Chapter 369: The Sword of the Ming Dynasty Cannot Kill the Officials of the Qing Dynasty

The Bukrah Phosphate Mine is 98 kilometers east of Laayoune. In the future, there will be a 98-kilometer-long conveyor belt across the two places, which will be specially used to transport ore to Laayoune for selection and then go to sea. But now, this is only a road.

One of the best roads in Western Sahara.

After an hour or so, Sean took people to the Bukela mine, where he saw a group of Moroccan soldiers.

The mine is the engine of Laayoune's economy. It received a phone call early on, and out of safety considerations, it immediately notified the Morocco troops stationed nearby. This is how the current scene happened.

In order to prevent someone from destroying the mine, the Moroccan Army has always stationed troops here.

"Boss, what should I do, someone is blocking the road."

Sean stretched his head and took a look through the windshield. There were quite a few people, hundreds of them, "Is there, why didn't I see it?"

"Understood!" Torre ordered loudly with a smile, "speed up, rush over!"

With an order, the convoy's engines roared and the speed increased.

After thinking about it, Torre made a phone call, and on the battleship Killin, a Black Hawk gunship full of external weapons was activated and flew straight towards this side.

"Hey, hey, stop!" The lieutenant colonel of the Mojun yelled, but immediately, his eyes widened, and the convoy didn't intend to stop at all.

At this moment, the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army wanted to order to shoot.

But he was notified that the people in this car were all Americans, American soldiers, and he didn't dare to shout out after all.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and the dozens of motorcycle soldiers blocked on the road were at a loss. There was no order from above, and seeing that they were about to collide, a group of people hurriedly rushed towards the roads on both sides.

"Hoo" "Hoo" "Hoo"...

A series of vehicles rushed past on the road. Sean glanced through the windshield and curled his lips. You are so brave to shoot.

Sean wished they would shoot, so he didn't need to find any reason, just transferred the fleet and troops, and pushed!

Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun saw the person rushing over, stomped his feet bitterly and shouted: "Get in the car, chase!"

Suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed towards the vehicle next to them.

Sean's convoy rushed through the Moroccan army blockade and soon arrived at the mining area.

The big iron gate was closed tightly, as if to guard against thieves, and more than a dozen freight vehicles were parked in the square in the factory area.

"Break away, rush in." Sean ordered without waiting for Torrey to ask.

On the jeep at the front, two soldiers leaned tightly against their seats, raised one hand to cover their faces, gritted their teeth, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom. There was a loud "boom", and the windshield was blown into white , The big iron gate was directly smashed open.

What is rampage! !

This is called rampage! !

The momentum is instantly full!

After the convoy stopped, dozens of soldiers with live ammunition rushed out, and they formed a battle formation without orders, each on guard. Under the pressure of gunpoint, all the parked freight vehicles were forced to drive to the corner.

On the first floor of the office building of the mine, a group of people who had been waiting anxiously watched all this in a daze.

No, what the fuck Morjuna?

Didn't you go to intercept it?

Where did you go to intercept it?

Is it in heaven?

A group of popular French hops, they know that Sean is not easy to mess with, and the key point is that they don't know what it means to come, so they ask the Moroccan army to dispatch, try not to contact them themselves, and wait until the situation is clarified.

Now it's good!

"How to do?"

"What else can I do, go meet this damned savage Yankee!" Several Frenchmen suppressed their voices and cursed in a low voice, then immediately put on a smiling face, and walked out to meet him.

It's just that the pace is slow, slower than crawling.

Whoever looked at the dozens of American soldiers and the black holed muzzles felt terrified.

Sean just sat in the car and didn't come out. Well, it's definitely not because of safety issues, the main reason is that he has to show his style.

A few Frenchmen were stopped outside by the soldiers. They couldn't understand French at all, and they didn't care about the faces of the Frenchmen. They stretched out their big hands and searched them forcibly. was put in.

It was just such a delay, and the Mojun behind him finally arrived in a hurry.

Looking at the deformed iron gate and the American soldiers who were on guard, he slammed on the brakes, and before the car stopped, the lieutenant colonel of the Mojun jumped down and called his subordinates to rush over.

"Stop!!"

More than a dozen M16s were pointed at the past. At such a short distance, the Moroccan army could see clearly. They all had their safety on, and their fingers were on the trigger. There was crossfire from the front, left, and right. If they fired, they would The twenty or so people rushing to the front have to explain here.

With a click, a group of Moroccan soldiers stopped. The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army had his nose crooked with anger, his face darkened, and he didn't dare to overreact. shot!

The guns were fired here, and the swords were on the verge of breaking out. The Frenchmen over there were petrified, and their calves started to spin, chug, for fear that they would be implicated if the two sides got excited and exchanged fire.

"Don't get excited." The Moroccan lieutenant colonel slowly raised his hand to his chest, and said with a dark face, "This is Morocco!"

These American soldiers simply ignored them, just pointing their guns like this, I don't care where the hell you are!

The place is quiet!

With a "bang", the door of Sean's car finally opened. Torrey stood beside the car, surrounded by five people. Then Sean stepped out of the car, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

What is a big brother!

In the distance, there was a chug-chug sound. Sean looked up and saw that his own Black Hawk gunship had also arrived, circling at an altitude of 200 meters.

Confidence, here we come!

"Let them come over." Sean's voice was not loud, but everyone in the audience paid attention.

A few soldiers at the front door put down their guns to make way for the passage. Lieutenant Colonel Namo breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards this side.

After walking a few steps, I heard a voice behind me. I turned my head and saw that my men were blocked outside.

The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army understands Xiao En's identity and status, but this group of soldiers don't understand, many of them can't read many characters. Xiao En's news is almost invisible in Morocco, and he has no popularity. He was washed away once before. The line of defense was pointed at gunpoint again just now, and now they were stopped again when they passed the head, and they couldn't hold back their anger and came up.

A few Moroccan soldiers started pushing and shoving, and one of them was out of his mind and wanted to pull out his gun!

These bearded soldiers who have been brainwashed by religion have a fiery temper, especially when facing heretics.

The soldiers under Xiao En who followed Xiao En to fight in the north and south were even more proud masters. When they saw this, they couldn't bear it. They raised the handle of their gun and aimed it directly at the head, and staggered on the spot. He was even targeted by two people, one of the muzzles of the gun directly hit his mouth, bleeding on the spot, and the other hit the opponent's elbow with the butt of the gun, and only heard a click, and the elbow was broken.

Sean just watched without making a sound.

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Namor Army hummed, knowing that the American soldiers were brutal and arrogant, but he never expected to be so reckless. Damn, this is in the hinterland of Morocco. The Moroccan Army can mobilize thousands of troops at any time. You guys what do you think.

But he thought so in his head, but he didn't dare to say it in his mouth. He was able to become a colonel at a young age, he had a good family, and he knew something about politics. He immediately yelled loudly to appease his subordinates: "Stop, stop!"

As soon as there was a conflict here, the Black Hawk circling in the distance rushed over as soon as it turned around, and the six-barreled Gatling under the belly of the aircraft buzzed, as if firing at any time to sweep away the soldiers. The scene was suppressed.

Sean let out a 'heh'. At the critical moment, he still has hard power.

"Come here, what's the point if they can't come in?" Sean waved.

Lieutenant Colonel Namo gritted his teeth and looked at his soldiers, then looked up at the armed helicopter in the sky, stomped his feet angrily, and told people to take the man whose elbow was broken, then turned around and walked over .

"Mr. Sean, what do you mean, this is Morocco, not America!!"

Sean waved his hand, ignored Lieutenant Colonel Mo, and turned to look at a few Frenchmen, "French?"