America's Big Hero

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." Xiao En raised his hand to signal the other party not to worry, and then said slowly: "Sissa is much weaker than Morocco, and its military strength , 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 wall 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 60s, with a caliber of 60.75mm, a maximum range of 1500 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?

1 minute rapid fire, a minimum of 300 rounds of 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.

The 1-minute rapid fire was completed, and a group of people got into the car and ran away under the dumbfounded Xisa people.

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 1 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...

Chapter 367: Assassination and Contract Signing

2 days ago...

On the Gobi desert, there is yellow sand everywhere. The simple military camp is composed of tents. People coming and going, some are wearing yellow camouflage uniforms, and some are covered with gray and tattered robes.

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

"40 Toyota pickups, each group of 2 vehicles, each group has an active range of about 100 kilometers. I know that you don't know the terrain and cannot accurately judge their respective active ranges. Therefore, each group will send a person from the Western Sahara to accompany the team. Action, they are active on the defensive line all year round, and they help determine the position."

"The ones that are far away will start first, and the ones that are near will start later. Two days later, the action will start at 2 o'clock in the evening."

"Lead the team members separately. You don't have to worry about the supply issue. There will be a special car to deliver it later."

"I only have one request, maximum damage and safety!"

……

The Great Wall of Sand Causeway: Beginning in 1980, the Moroccans recruited consultants from South Africa, South Korea and Israel to help. The Portuguese and Germans were responsible for the construction. 6 kilometers and 2200 long walls of sand dikes about 3 meters high.

Without Sean's intervention, this year, in 1987, construction of the sixth sand embankment of the Great Wall would have started.

But now...

As soon as night fell, alarms came from the entire Shadi Great Wall, but they were not taken seriously at first.

"The XXX stronghold has been bombed, please support!"

"The XXX stronghold has been bombed, please support!"

It is common for the defense line to be attacked, and they are all reported to the quick-response depot 4 kilometers away. The depot immediately began to send troops for reinforcements after receiving the alarm.

The attack was carried out in sections, each group of convoys was separated by hundreds of kilometers, and there was no connection between the military depots. The first wave of attacks did not attract any attention.

When the convoy bombed the second place, the depot still didn't respond much, but turned around urgently for reinforcements.

Until the two reinforcements failed, our stronghold was blown into a waste area, most of the personnel were killed and injured, and the two attacks caused casualties as high as 80%.

There are 5 sand embankments, 5 branches, and each branch received only 8 attacks, which is not uncommon in the long-term harassment of the PFOS.

What really attracted the attention of the branch was the casualty rate. This time, the Western Saes did not fire a single shot, and covered it with artillery fire from beginning to end, causing as many as 300 casualties on its own side.

The matter has reached this point, but it still hasn’t attracted much attention. The five branches are far away from each other. If there is no large-scale attack by the PFOS, there is no need for coordination, and there is no communication.

When the notice was issued within the defense line, all the people in the stronghold became highly vigilant, but this kind of 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 Arrived, and 2 more strongholds were bombed.

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

It wasn't until this time that the branch in the direction of Shadi 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!

About 2 days late at night, after the fourth attack, each Shadi branch successively reported the incident to the general headquarters of the Moroccan army in Xisar.

Seeing the reported data, the headquarters immediately exploded!

"Damn it, are you all fucking pigs!" The commander-in-chief of the Moroccan Army took the report in his hand and slapped it hard on the table, "Are you all pigs!"

"Why did you report it now!"

"5 sand embankments, 80 attacks, and now I am thinking of reporting them. You are all sinners, sinners of the country!"

There was dead silence in the battle meeting, and the group of leaders in the middle of the night were pulled up 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 and more than 2200 casualties!

What is the concept?

撒摩之战的头5年（1978年9月——1983年9月），摩军一共死亡军人1.81万人，平均一年下来死亡3600人而已。

These five years were the worst, because the sand embankment had not been built, and Lao Maozi supported it very strongly. After that, the losses were not so heavy.

Shocked, 2200 people were killed and injured overnight, more than a fucking year, the commander-in-chief will be crazy if he is not angry!

The sand embankment defense line is in a deserted area, and the medical treatment capacity is limited. Such a large number of wounded soldiers in a short period of time has greatly exceeded the limit of treatment capabilities. A large number of wounded soldiers can only wait for death in wailing.

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 of the large-scale attack by the PFOS had already spread last night.

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

The second 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 reported yet?"

"Who has dispatched how many troops this time?"

"It's not about the number of troops. I heard that the Xisa formation changed its attack method, and the Moroccan army was caught off guard."

Among the crowd, an Arab man stood in the line, with a smile on his face, a reporter's real face on his chest, and a silver-white metal necklace around his neck. The necklace seemed a little small, almost clinging to his neck, and the silver-white color was like a pocket watch. The same pendant hangs below.

The man held a small video camera in his hand, and just listened quietly, exclaiming a few times in coordination from time to time, adding to the atmosphere.

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

The team moved forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the man. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and clenched his hand holding the camera uncontrollably, his knuckles showing veins.

The inspection distance was getting closer and closer to him. The man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. This is the last hurdle, and he can avenge his family members who passed away!

Finally, it was the turn of the Arab man in a dark blue suit. At this time, he 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 beats wildly faster when the camera is passed by.

The security personnel just looked at the cameras and didn't pay any more attention. Today, they have seen more than a hundred cameras or cameras.

A person next to him held a metal detector to scan the man's body up and down. Except for the metal necklace around his neck that made the siren 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 he breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh", this relaxation made him sweat all over his body.

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

Instead of looking for a middle position, I purposely sat down on the sidelines, with the camera on my lap.

……

"How is it? Is the Great Elder Salem Ould Raisa still satisfied?" In the same room, Sean saw the Elder of the Western Safa again. Within hours, there were more than 2200 casualties."

The live broadcast of the press conference of King Hassan II of Morocco was being broadcast on TV. The interview had not yet started, and the host said the number of casualties with a heavy face.