America's Big Hero Chapter 370

Hassan II, 58 years old, fluent in Arabic, French, Spanish, English, Juris Doctor.

24 Assisted his father to participate in and lead the struggle for the abolition of the colonial system and the independence of Morocco. He 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 and was officially established as the Crown Prince at the age of 28. Since then, he has often handled state affairs on behalf of his father. In 1961, he was crowned King of Morocco and married in the same year. The new queen is Lara Latifah, the daughter of the leader of the Berber tribe in the Atlas Mountains.

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

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

In August of the following year, the figures behind the 1971 coup, Minister of Defense Ulfkir and others, with the support of the CIA, set up a trap again in an attempt to shoot down the king's special plane, which was also foiled, and Ufkir was silenced.

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

In November 1975, 100,000 unarmed Moroccans were launched into the "Green March" operation in Western Sahara, occupying the territory of Western Sahara.

In the 1970s, he began to have secret contacts with Israel, as 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 is it still being assassinated by the CIA?" Sean put down the documents in his hand and turned to look at Armstrong.

"It was assassination first, followed by privatization. There was a gap of more than 10 years." Armstrong emphasized.

"So is his relationship with the United States good or bad?" Sean asked again.

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

Sean nodded when he heard the words. If his capital was not involved, of course it would be no good!

"Oh right." Armstrong suddenly thought of something and said, "We assisted a lot of Morocco's weapons, planes, armored units, and the rest are French."

"Pfft!" Sean sprayed at once, this is really complicated.

"Don't worry, it's him." He looked up at Armstrong, "Find the people from the Cesar Front, and I want to chat with them."

"Elder Salem Ould Raisa." Sean pushed the door open, and what caught his eye was a man with fine white hair, wearing a dark blue suit and glasses, looking in his 50s.

Western Saharan people like blue, they like to use blue cloth on their body, also known as blue people.

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

Taking two steps forward, the two shook hands.

This is a room in an unremarkable small town named Tuinnehe on another island in the Canary Islands.

The people around except Sean are the people of Cesar.

"I wonder if Mr. Sean asked me to come here?" Salem Ould Laisa asked straight to the point without any nonsense.

"I want to buy the development rights to the phosphate mine in Cesar."

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

"Development rights for phosphate mines in the entire Western Sahara." Sean said with a smile.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Mr. Sean 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 can't help Mr. Sean to realize it."

"No matter who is occupied now, these mines are all on the land of Western Sahara, am I right?" Sean smiled.

"That's of course, they belong to the people of Western Sahara, so, even me, I have no right to sell it to anyone for no cost, even if they are not under the control of the people of Western Sahara now." Salem Ould Raisa said in a deep voice.

"Of course, I, Sean, is a reasonable person and a law-abiding person. I am happy to act in accordance with national regulations. It is not buying this land at a low price. It is embezzling the assets of the people of Western Sahara. I choose It is the mining right, which has a term and rent.”

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

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

At this moment, people from the Great Empire, HSBC, Malay, etc. sent inquiries: When are you blind?

"So, we can talk about the price. How many years does Mr. Sean want to lease the 8 mines currently being mined, and what is the price?"

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

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

It's colonial for a hundred years!

"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 to be very low, like a free gift, but for a country, that's not how it was calculated.

What the state looks at 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.

The daily consumption of these workers has activated how many people's production industries.

Associated traffic, transportation and other commercial activities.

Just like when it was re-opened, the local government gave land to foreign capital for free, made three connections and one leveling for free, and gave large loans. Almost without foreign capital spending a penny, you can 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 the management team.

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

Just like the privatization of state-owned enterprises that Morocco is doing now.

Therefore, Sean took out 100 million, which is really a lot.

Of course, this is the general direction, don't pay attention to the details.

But, now that these are all false, most of the territory is still under the occupation of Morocco. Salem Ould Leza would like to hear the second one.

"Second, 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 can't be less than 5%."

Salem Ould Raisa frowned, bowed 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, "Those mines in the Moroccan-occupied area, what are Mr. Sean's plans?"

"As we all know, I am a very reasonable person. In the land of Western Sahara, I have obtained the development permit of the government organization recognized by the Western Sahara people and the Western Sahara People's Front. 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 have an unreasonable way to deal with it!

Salem Ould Raisa narrowed his eyes, thinking he understood that Sean wanted an excuse to cut into the business.

As for the unreasonable way, in his opinion, it is just intimidation. He won't really do it. If a fight occurs, all production will be stopped, and the loss 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'm waiting for your good news." Sean shook hands with the other party and didn't send it out. This was a secret meeting.

Armstrong did not appear again until the people of the Cesar Array had left.

"Have you found the target you were looking for?" Sean asked.

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

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

"Are you really going to partner with the Western Saharan Front?" Armstrong asked uncertainly. "Many of Morocco's weapons are American, and the United States supports Morocco. Will you, an American, believe you?"

"Who knows, I think it's almost the same." Sean curled his lips, "YL is still inseparable with the United States, isn't it still secretly giving arms and ammunition, and it's like glue with old Sar, or it's still not giving any weapons. "

"cut!"

On the other side, Sarim Ould Laisa hurriedly returned to the Western Sahara, and his frowns were not loosened along the way, until he returned to the Western Sahara, until he called the high-level officials of the Western Sahara.

Although the Western Sahara People's Front is not yet the leading group in the tent of the refugee camp, it really doesn't have much prestige now.

Mainly poor.

When the first Spaniards evacuated, Cesar was actually much stronger than it is now.

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

At the beginning of the war, there were only 500 people in the PF, only equipped with light weapons and off-road jeeps, mainly adopting night raids and "hit and run" guerrilla tactics, which had little effect.

In 1978, Kadazuo strengthened its assistance to the People's Front. The People's Front 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 people.

The PFLP first pointed its finger at Mauritania, and attacked Nouakchott, the capital of Mauritania, on June 8, 1976 and July 3, 1977.

On May 1 and July 16, 1977, they attacked the Zouérat Iron Mine in Mauritius, destroying the railway line from the mine to Nouadhibou Seaport, and severely damaged the economic lifeline of Mauritius. Domestic inflation, foreign exchange income almost dried up, and the economy was on the verge of collapse, which eventually led to a military coup d'etat in the country.

After Mauritania withdrew from the war, the Western Saharan Front moved northwards and concentrated its forces against Morocco. It launched several large-scale offensives in Bir Enzalan, Le Buinlat and other places, causing heavy losses to the troops stationed in Samoa. .

At its peak, the People's Front used more than 5,000 troops, Soviet-made main battle tanks, missiles and heavy artillery, and shot down 3 fighter jets of the Moroccan Army. At the same time, it also carried out frequent attacks on military key areas in Morocco. In the 80 years, it once captured Tata, an important town in the Moroccan desert, cuts off the transportation line from Morocco to Western Sahara.

Faced with this situation, Morocco on the one hand strongly accused Lao Maozi, Mauritania, Algeria and Carda Zuo of meddling in the Samoan dispute in the United Nations, claiming that supporting the PFLP is a direct enemy of Morocco; on the other hand, it requested the United States to provide more In August 1980, he began to build a defensive sand wall that spanned the entire territory of the Western Sahara. Only then did he take every step to block the passage of the Western Sahara to communicate with the outside world, trapping the troops to death.

In fact, the US is behind it.

After being blocked and trapped, he lost most of his economic sources. After 1985, Lao Maozi's economy became more and more unbalanced, and he became more and more powerless. The mud feet in the Middle East were deep in the cemetery of the empire. Lao Mei supported YL and entangled with Lao Sa, Lao Sa. All day long to ask Lao Maozi for military support, Israel provokes several surrounding YSL countries all day long, and Israel, Egypt, Palestine and Israel are in constant conflict, all of which are restraining Lao Maozi's experience and bleeding Lao Maozi.

Lao Maozi's support for Cesar now comes in waves. The refugee camps that Cesar is currently in have been arranged in Albania, where is there any money.

As soon as Salem Ould Raisa talked about his meeting with Sean today, the meeting room immediately became noisy.

"Damn, I don't trust Americans, these infidels can't be trusted, they should all be burned, they must be breaking us from the inside."

"Not necessarily, these heretics are all devils and scum without faith. These guys will do anything for their own interests, including selling out their 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'm here for Xi Sa. We have now cut off most of our foreign trade. Without money, the people will starve to death!"

There was a quarrel in the conference room, half of them supported the alliance with Sean, and the other half were against each other, each with their own reasons.

"Okay, okay, no matter how much we quarrel, we can decide what to do. I think Sean can make a factual statement." After attracting everyone's attention, Salim Ould Laisa said : "We can ask him for weapons, or let his umbrella do actions that actually support us."

"Weapons, American-style weapons are useless. We all have Soviet-style weapons. Can he provide weapons for thousands of people!"

"Action, unless he goes to war with the Moroccans, I'm not going to believe this **** heretic."

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

"hiss!

There was a sound of gasping in the conference room, and the temperature of Cisa rose again.

Rabat, the capital of Monaco.

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

"Eyes, eyes, don't be full of anger, you have to restrain your eyes, let him be calm, this will ensure that you are not found."

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

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

"You have limited time, ten days, ten days, you have to look like a journalist."

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

Seeing Sean's promise, Salem Ould Laisa made him feel a little lost, "We can't give you any money now."

"That's fine." Sean waved his hand indifferently, "The cooperation is achieved, we are a family, I Sean have always been good to friends, I can give you a discount on weapons, not only weapons, other Materials are also not an issue.”

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

Sean looked down, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Salim Ould Laisa was a little anxious, it wasn't that he couldn't hold his breath, it was Cisa's lack of confidence.

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

"The method of attacking a single concentrated force and creating a military advantage on the local battlefield looks good, but it will not cause too much immediate damage to Monaco."

"It's impossible, we..."

"I know your record, don't worry, I always think that words are useless, everything depends on the actual effect, I will let someone show you that it is called tactics!" Sean grinned.

In the setting sun, two Toyota pickup trucks sprayed in khaki yellow are inconspicuous in a field of yellow sand.

On the back of the car, men in headscarves pointed to the front and said, "Look, there are sand walls built by the Moroccans, and these **** sand walls are blocking us."

The person next to him grabbed the roof of the car and looked over, and he did vaguely see a long straight line running across the ground to the end of his line of sight.

The Toyota car turned off the headlights, and the not-so-loud engine sound could not be heard clearly under the wind and sand.

Approaching 1 km, the two Toyotas stopped.

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

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

A square steel plate was thrown on the sand, stepped on it with your foot, and stepped on it flat. A 63-type 60mm mortar was supported on the iron plate. There were 8 such mortars in total.

There was a man standing in the Toyota, holding a telescope and observing a stronghold behind the sand wall.

In addition to the simple walls of the Shadi Great Wall, the Moroccan military has also deployed a large number of bunkers, fences and the world's largest minefields along the route. On average, there is a stronghold every 5 kilometers, and 35-40 soldiers are deployed in it. There is also a reserve team of 10 people, and there is also a rapid reaction station 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 his tactics!

After observing for a few minutes, a series of accurate data came out from the mouth of the man on the Toyota, and the man 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 maneuvering troops. It has simple structure, light weight, high firepower, long range and good maneuverability.

Type 63 60mm mortar, a product of the 1960s, with a caliber of 60.75mm, a maximum range of 1500 meters, 30 rounds per minute, a total weight of 12.5 kg for the gun, a total weight of 1.326 kg for the grenade, and a killing area radius of 15 meters.

To tell the truth, it is really a bit behind, but where is the score used, and who is the score used for.

After Sean matched him with the sniper's observation device for accurate measurement, the shooting accuracy was greatly improved. The error per kilometer was no more than 1 meter. Although it was not as good as the latest Type 89, it was definitely enough.

"Prepare... let it go!" a low growl, only to hear a series of "winter", "winter", "winter", "winter"

"rou...boom!" "rou...boom!" "rou...boom!"

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

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

Rapid fire in one minute, small 300 shells!

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

There is no chance for the Moroccans to fight back. How big can a small stronghold be, or the house in Xisa was originally difficult to build. It was an ordinary adobe house. It was smashed by more than 100 shells. Going out for dozens of kilometers, the entire stronghold was suddenly bombed into a waste area.

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

After a minute of rapid fire, the group of people got into the car and ran away under the stunned Xi Sa people.

What is coming and going like the wind!

After the other surrounding strongholds came to support people, the attackers ran away without a shadow.

Half an hour later, another stronghold 10 kilometers away.

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

The overwhelming shells smashed into the past, fired quickly in one minute, and ran away!

This time I ran farther ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The vicinity has become a frightened bird, it is pitch black, only a low beam is turned on, and I walk slowly and leisurely in the Gobi Desert.

The disadvantage is that the Gobi Desert, there is no need to consider any bullshit, 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 and dropped more than 600 bombs, killing nearly 100 Moroccans.

The results, uh...

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