America’s Big Hero

Hassan II, aged 58, is fluent 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 for Morocco’s independence, and was exiled to Corsica and Madagascar successively. After Morocco became independent in 1956, Hassan was ordered by his father to form the Royal Armed Forces. At the age of 28, he was officially established as the crown prince 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 Lala Latifa, the daughter of the leader of the Berber tribe in the Atla Mountains.

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

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

In August of the following year, the behind-the-scenes figures of the 1971 coup d'etat, Minister of Defense Ufkir and others, with the support of the CIA, set up traps again in an attempt to shoot down the king's plane, but they were also thwarted, and Ufkir was silenced.

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

In November 1975, 100,000 unarmed Moroccans entered the Western Sahara "Green March" operation to occupy the territory of Western Sahara.

In the 1970s, he began to have secret contacts with Israel, building a bridge for the Arab-Israeli peace talks.

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

"No, this is the beginning of the privatization of state-owned enterprises. Why was he assassinated by the CIA?" Sean put down the documents in his hand and turned to look at Armstrong.

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

"Then is his relationship with the United States good or not?" Sean asked again.

Armstrong simply shook his head, "For the United States, what they want is influence in Morocco and the right to speak on the mouth of the Mediterranean Sea, but whether the privatization of this state-owned enterprise is beneficial depends on whether there is any American capital involved. Two completely different states, you should understand better than me."

Xiao En nodded when he heard the words. If his own capital didn't participate in it, then of course it would be useless!

"Oh, that's right." Armstrong suddenly thought of something, and said, "Many of Morocco's weapons are aided by us, including aircraft and armored troops, and the other part is French."

"Pfft!" Sean sprayed immediately, this is really complicated.

"It doesn't matter, it's just him." He said and looked up at Armstrong, "Find the people from the Western Sasha, and I want to talk to them."

...

"Grand Elder Salem Ould Raisa." Sean pushed the door open and entered. What caught his eyes was a man with fine white hair, wearing dark blue suits, and glasses. He seemed to be in his 50s.

Xisa people all like blue and like to wear blue cloth on their bodies, so they are also called blue people.

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

Taking two steps forward, the two shook hands.

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

The people around besides Xiao En are the people of Caesar.

"I don't know why Mr. Xiao En invited me here?" Salem Ould Raisa asked straight to the point without talking nonsense.

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

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

"The right to develop phosphate mines throughout Western Sahara." Sean said with a smile.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Mr. Xiao En 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 have no ability to help Mr. Xiao En realize it."

"No matter who is occupying it now, these mines are all in 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 nothing, even if they are not under the control of the Western Sahara people now." Uld Reisa 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 regulations. I am not buying this land at a low price. That is embezzling the assets of the people of Western Sahara. I choose What you need is the mining right, which has a limited number of years and rent."

"Mr. Sean is such an honest businessman!" Salem Ould Raisa smiled.

"The Great Elder has vision." Sean and Salem Ould Raisa looked at each other, and they both laughed.

At this moment, people from Daying Empire, HSBC, Malay, etc. sent inquiries: When did you become blind.

"So, let's talk about the price. For the 8 mining areas that are currently being mined, how many years does Mr. Xiao En want to rent, and what is the price?"

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

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

Rent for a hundred years, this is very colonial!

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

Salem Ould Raisa was noncommittal. The rent seemed very low, like a free gift, but for a country, accounts were not calculated that way.

What the state cares about is how many workers are employed after a mining area is put into operation, how many surrounding upstream and downstream industries are driven, and how many workers are employed by these industries.

How many people's livelihood industries have been activated by the daily consumption of these workers.

Associated traffic, transportation and other commercial activities.

It’s like when it was re-opened, the local government gave foreign investment land for free, three links and one leveling for free, and a large loan. It didn’t cost foreign investment a penny to get a large factory built from scratch, or the original state-owned factory. enterprise.

It seems, well, this is a free gift, as long as the foreign capital comes with a management team.

The state loses money, but actually activates the local economy.

Just like the privatization of state-owned enterprises in Morocco.

So, Xiao En took out 100 million, which is really a lot, and he is doing his best!

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

However, it is now said that these are all false, and most of the fucking territory is still occupied by Morocco. Salem Ould Raisa wants to hear about the second one.

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

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

This is more complicated.

After thinking for a while, Salem Ould Raisa looked up at Sean, "What is Mr. Sean planning for the mines in the Moroccan occupied area?"

"As everyone knows, I am a very reasonable person. In the land of Western Sahara, I have obtained a development permit from the Western Sahara government organization recognized by the Western Sahara people. Then, I have the right to develop, and no one can stop it. Me." Sean stared, "But if someone doesn't reason with me, then we will have an unreasonable way of dealing with it!!"

Salem Ould Raisa squinted his eyes, and he felt that he understood that what Sean wanted was an excuse to cut into this business.

As for the unreasonable way, in his opinion, it is just intimidation, and he will not really fight. If there is a real fight, all production will be stopped, and all the losses will be money.

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

"Of course, of course, be careful, I'll wait for your good news." Sean shook hands with the other party, but didn't send it out. This was a secret meeting.

Armstrong didn't show up again until all the Sisars left.

"Did you find the target you were looking for?" Sean asked.

"Several suitable targets have been found and are still being screened," Armstrong replied.

"Well, be careful, after all, it is a matter of death, but I believe in the teachings of YSL, ha ha, ha ha." Sean smiled strangely.

"Are you really planning to partner with the PFPS?" Armstrong asked uncertainly, "Many weapons in Morocco are American products, and the United States supports Morocco. You American, will they believe you?"

"Who knows, I think it's pretty much the same." Sean curled his lips, "YL is still at odds with the United States, isn't it because he secretly gave arms to him, and he is like glue to Lao Sa, or he didn't provide any weapons. "

"cut!"

...

On the other side, Salem Ould Raisa hurried back to Xisar, his frown was not loosened all the way, until he returned to Xisar, until he called all the high-level officials of the Sisar Front.

Although the Western Sacramental Front is not yet the leadership team in the tent of the refugee camp, it really doesn't have much ostentation now.

The main thing is being poor.

When the Spaniards first withdrew, Caesar was actually much, much stronger than now.

In 1975, Spain withdrew its troops, and Morocco, Mauritania and Spain signed the "Madrid Agreement", stipulating that about 170,000 square kilometers in the northern part of Western Sahara were included in Moroccan territory, and about 90,000 square kilometers in the southern part belonged to Mauritania. Then the Western Sahara War broke out.

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

In 1978, Cardoso stepped up 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.

The People's Front first pointed the finger at Mauritania, attacking Nouakchott, the capital of Mao, on June 8, 1976 and July 3, 1977.

On May 1 and July 16, 1977, they attacked the Zouérat iron mine in Mauritius again, destroying the railway line from the mine to the seaport of Nouadhibou, which severely damaged the economic lifeline of Mauritius, causing its Domestic inflation, foreign exchange income almost dried up, and the economy was on the verge of collapse, which eventually led to a military coup in the country. After the coup, the People's Front began to attack again, and finally forced the other party to announce that it had given up its territorial claims on Western Sasha.

After Mauritania withdrew from the war, the Front of Western Sasha went northward and concentrated its forces to attack Morocco. It launched several large-scale attacks in Bier Enzalan, Le Bouilat and other places, causing heavy losses to the troops stationed in Samoa. .

At its peak, the PFD mobilized more than 5,000 troops, Soviet-made main battle tanks, missiles and heavy artillery, and shot down three fighter jets of the Moroccan army. At the same time, it also frequently carried out raids on important military sites in Morocco. In 80 years, it once captured Tata, an important town in the Morocco desert, cut off the transportation line from Morocco to Xisar.

Faced with this situation, Morocco, on the one hand, vigorously accused Lao Maozi, Mauritania, Algeria, and Kadazuo of intervening in the Samoan dispute at the United Nations, claiming that supporting the PFOS is a direct enemy of Morocco; on the other hand, it requested the United States to provide more At the same time, military assistance and military expansion were vigorously expanded, and in August 1980, a defensive sand wall across the entire territory of Xisar began to be built. Only then did it step by step, block the passage between Xisar and the outside world, and trapped the PFLP to death.

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

After being blocked, most of the sources of income were lost. After 1985, Lao Maozi’s economy became more and more unbalanced, and he became more and more powerless. The muddy feet in the Middle East fell into the imperial cemetery. Lao Mei supported YL and Lao Sa to entangle endlessly. Lao Sa I have been looking for military support all day long, and Israel has been provoking with several surrounding YSL countries all day long, and there are constant conflicts between Israel, Egypt, Israel, and Palestine.

The old Maozi's support for Xisar now fluctuates. The refugee camps that Xisar is now in are all arranged in Albania, so there is no money left.

As soon as Salem Ould Reisa told about meeting Sean today, the meeting room immediately became noisy.

"Damn, I don't trust Americans, these heretics are not to be trusted, they should all be burned, they must be trying to dismantle us from within."

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

"You are naive, the US government will allow him to support us?"

"How did you know he would listen to the government!"

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

"I am for Xisa. We have cut off most of our foreign trade. Without money, the people will starve to death!"

"..."

There was a lot of quarrel in the meeting room, half of them supported the union with Xiao En, and half opposed it, and each had their own reasons.

"Okay, okay, no matter how much we quarrel, we can decide anything. I think Sean can make a factual statement." After attracting everyone's attention, Salem Ould Reza said : "We can ask him for a weapon, or have his umbrella act in a way that essentially supports us."

"Weapons, American weapons are useless, all we have are Soviet-style, can he provide weapons for thousands of people!"

"Go, I won't trust the damned heretic unless he's at war with the Moroccans."

"Why can't it be a Soviet-made weapon? You have forgotten one thing. In addition to the powerful warship, the protective umbrella also has short-range ballistic missiles, which are from the east. Moreover, Saudi Arabia has just purchased 36 more from the east through Sean's relationship. Big one, you guys won't forget this news!"

"hiss!!!"

There was a sound of gasping in the meeting room, and the temperature in Xisa rose again.

...

Rabat, the capital of Monaco.

In an unassuming house, two men are sitting opposite each other, communicating in Spanish.

"Eyes, eyes, don't be full of anger, you must restrain your eyes and make him calm, this will ensure that you will not be found."

"These things are common sense that a reporter should know. We can't be sure about the situation at the scene, but we can be sure that there will be many, many reporters at the scene, and there will inevitably be exchanges at that time. You can't leak any lies, so you must remember Know these things."

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

"Your time is limited, ten days, within ten days, you have to make yourself look like a reporter."

...

"Weapons?" Sean smiled, "Yes, no problem, as long as you pay for them, these things are not a problem at all."

Salem Ould Raisa saw that Xiao En agreed simply, and this made him feel a little bit hopeless, "We can't give you any money now."

"That's okay." Sean waved his hand indifferently, "The cooperation is reached, we are a family, and I, Sean, have always been generous to my friends. I can give you a discount on weapons, not just weapons, but other supplies Not a problem either."

"Can you get all these weapons?" Salem Ould Raisa pushed a piece of paper.

Sean looked down, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Salem Ould Raisa was a little anxious. It wasn't that he couldn't hold his breath, but that Sisar had no confidence.

"After reading this, I can see what you guys are up to, but I don't think it's a good idea." Sean raised his hand to signal the other party not to worry, and then said slowly: "Sisa is much weaker than Morocco, and its military strength is much weaker than that of Morocco. , economic strength, population, or international solidarity."

"The method of attacking a concentrated force and creating a force advantage on a local battlefield looks good, but this will not cause too much real-time damage to Monaco."

"It's impossible, we..."

"I know your record, don't worry, I always think that what you say is not proven, everything depends on the actual effect, I will let you show it to you, it is called tactics!" Sean grinned.

...

In the setting sun, two Toyota pickups painted in khaki color are inconspicuous in the yellow sand, and it is impossible to see them clearly if they are not up close.

On the back of the truck, a man in a turban pointed to the front and said, "Look, there is the sand wall built by the Moroccans, and it is these damn sand walls that stop us."

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

The Toyota car turned off the lights, and the small engine sound was covered under the wind and sand, and it was not very real.

As close as 1 kilometer, two Toyota cars stopped.

"We can't move on anymore. In order to stop us, a lot of landmines have been placed near the sand wall, especially a lot."

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

A square steel plate was thrown on the sand, and stepped on to flatten it. A 63-type 60mm mortar was supported on the iron plate. There were a total of 8 such mortars.

There was a person standing in the Toyota car, holding a telescope to observe a stronghold behind the sand wall.

In addition to the simple walls of the Great Wall of Shadi, the Moroccan military has also set up a large number of bunkers, fences and the largest minefield recognized in the world along the line. On average, there is a stronghold every 5 kilometers, and 35-40 soldiers are deployed inside. There is also a backup team of 10 people at the center, and there is also a quick-response depot 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 tactics!

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

Even after more than 30 years, the mortar is still an ideal suppressing artillery for mountain infantry, airborne troops, marines, and fast-moving troops. It has a simple structure, light weight, high firepower, long range, and good mobility.

Type 63 60mm mortar, a product of the 1960s, with a caliber of 60.75mm, a maximum range of 1,500 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 a bit behind, but where to use the points and who to use the points for.

After Xiao En equipped him with a sniper's observation device for accurate calculations, the shooting accuracy was greatly improved, with an error of no more than 1 meter per kilometer. Although it was not as good as the latest Type 89, it was definitely enough.

"Get ready... Let it go!" A low growl, only to hear a series of "boom" "boom" "boom" "boom"

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

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

The sound of "rou...boom!" and "rou...boom!" in the sky didn't stop. What's the concept of 35 rounds per minute, 8 mortars, what's the concept?

Rapid fire in one minute, a minimum of 300 shells!

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

There is no chance for the Moroccans to fight back. How big can a small stronghold be? It is still difficult to build a house in Xisar. They are all ordinary adobe houses. They were smashed by more than 100 shells. After tens of kilometers away, the entire stronghold was instantly blown into a waste area.

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

After the rapid fire in one minute, the Xisa people were dumbfounded, and a group of people got into the car and ran away.

What is coming and going like the wind!

After supporters came from other strongholds in the surrounding area, the attackers had already run away and disappeared.

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

"Boom...Boom!" "Boom...Boom!" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

The overwhelming shells smashed past, fired rapidly in a minute, and ran away after shooting!

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

The bad thing is that in the Gobi Desert, there is no need to think about any shit roads, 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, dropped more than 600 bombs, and killed nearly a hundred Moroccans.

Results, uh...