America’s Big Hero

2 days ago……

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On the desert Gobi Desert, there is yellow sand everywhere. The simple military camp consists of tents. Some people come and go. Some wear yellow camouflage uniforms, and some are covered with tattered gray robes.

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In a big tent, 40 people sat on pony bars and listened to the people in front of them.

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"40 Toyota pickup trucks, 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 can't accurately judge the active range of each group. Therefore, each group will send a person from the Western Sarawak to be responsible for accompanying the team. Operation, they are active in the defense line all year round, and they help determine the position."

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"The far ones will set off first, the near ones will set off later, and two days later, they will start their operations together at 6 pm."

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"Let's lead the team separately. You don't need to worry about the supply issue. There will be a special car to deliver it later."

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

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The Great Wall of Shadi: Beginning in 1980, the Moroccans recruited South African, South Korean and Israeli consultants to help, and the Portuguese and Germans were responsible for the construction. In the uninhabited area in the desert, the topographical heights were fully utilized. Within 6 years, the entire length of the Great Wall was built. 2,200 kilometers and 5 sand embankments with a height of about 3 meters.

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Without Sean's intervention, this year, in 1987, the construction of the sixth Shadi Great Wall would begin.

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But now...

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As soon as night fell, there were alarms all over the Shadi Great Wall, but it didn't attract attention at first.

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"The **** base was bombed locally, please ask for support!"

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"The **** base was bombed locally, please ask for support!"

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It is common for the defense line to be attacked, and they are reported to the quick-response military station 4 kilometers away.

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

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When the convoy bombed the second place, there was still no response from the military station, and they just turned around to reinforce.

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Until the two reinforcements were all unsuccessful, the own stronghold was bombed into a waste area, and most of the personnel were killed and injured. In the two attacks, the casualties were as high as 80%. The military station immediately reported the news to the headquarters of the sand dike.

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There were 5 sand embankments and 5 divisions, and each division received only 8 attacks, which was not unusual in the long-term harassment of the Western Saharan Front.

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

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At this point, the matter has not yet attracted much attention. The five branches are far away from each other, and there will be no large-scale attack by the Western Sahara People's Front. There is no need for cooperation, and there is no communication.

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When the notification reached this line of defense, all the people in the stronghold were on high alert, but this vigilance slowly relaxed under the premise that the fourth wave of attacks had not come. After 2 hours, a third wave of attacks suddenly occurred. Arrived, and 4 more strongholds were bombed.

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

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It was not until this time that the Shadi direction branch realized that the matter was not so simple. The last two attacks were not as serious as the first two due to their vigilance. However, the four attacks still caused 450 casualties!

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About two days into the middle of the night, after the fourth attack, the various Shadi branches reported the matter to the Moroccan Army's headquarters in Western Sahara.

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Seeing the reported data, the commander-in-chief was blown away!

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"Damn it, are they all **** pigs!" The commander-in-chief of the Mo army took the report in his hand and slapped it on the table, "Are you all pigs!"

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"Why do you only report it now!"

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"Five sand embankments, 80 attacks, I just want to report it now, you are all sinners, sinners of the country!"

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There was a dead silence in the battle meeting, and in the middle of the night, this group of heads was pulled up in a bad mood, but after seeing this report, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

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Overnight, there were 80 attacks and more than 2,200 casualties!

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What is this concept?

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In the first five years of the Battle of Samoa (September 1978-September 1983), the Moroccan army killed 18,100 soldiers, an average of 3,600 in one year.

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These five years were the most tragic, because the sand **** was not established, and Lao Maozi's support was very strong. After that, the losses were not so heavy.

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Astonishment is now 2,200 casualties overnight, more than a **** year. It's no wonder that the commander-in-chief is not mad!

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The sand embankment lines are all in desolate areas, with limited medical capabilities. Such a large number of wounded soldiers in a short period of time have greatly exceeded the limit of treatment capabilities. A large number of wounded soldiers can only wait for death in mourning.

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Overnight!

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The news cannot be concealed at all!

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……

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Rabat, the capital of Morocco.

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There was a long queue in front of the government lecture hall, all of which were reporters. The news of the large-scale attack by the Western Saharan Front last night had already spread.

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Today, the king will hold a press conference. First, he will condemn the despicable sneak attack of the Western Sagittarius. There is no need to strongly condemn it, but he will definitely fight back!

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The second is to stabilize the Moroccan people.

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"I heard that Morocco suffered heavy losses yesterday."

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"That's for sure, but the specific casualties haven't been reported yet?"

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"Who has dispatched how many troops this time around?"

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

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In the crowd, an Arab man stood in the queue with a smile on his face, a real reporter hanging on his chest, and a silver-white metal necklace around his neck. The necklace seemed to be a little small, almost clinging to his neck. The same pendant hangs below.

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Holding a small camera in his hand, the man just listened quietly, exclaiming from time to time, adding to the atmosphere.

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

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The team moved forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the man, swallowing nervously, clenching the hand holding the camera uncontrollably, the knuckles showing blue veins.

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The inspection was getting closer and closer to him. The man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. This was the final hurdle. After passing it, he could avenge his deceased family!

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Finally, it was the turn of an Arab man in a dark blue suit. At this time, he had already adjusted. At least on the surface, he didn't appear to be short of breath and his expression was stiff.

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It's just that when the camera was handed over, the heartbeat accelerated wildly.

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The security guards just looked at the cameras and stopped paying attention. Today, they have seen more than 100 cameras or cameras.

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A person next to him was scanning the man up and down with a metal detector. The metal necklace on his neck made the alarm sound, but there were no other metal objects on his body.

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Finally, the security personnel returned the camera to the Arab man and let him in.

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It wasn't until he actually walked into the press conference that the man breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh", this relaxation made a white sweat appear.

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Raised his hand and wiped his forehead lightly, the Arab man kept smiling and continued to walk in.

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Without looking for the middle position, I deliberately sat down on the side with the camera on my lap.

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……

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"How is it, is the Great Elder Salem Ould Raisa still satisfied?" In that room, Sean saw the Great Elder of the Western Sahara People's Front again, "At the 2,200-kilometer defense line, an attack was launched at the same time, 10 Within hours, there were more than 2,000 casualties."

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The live broadcast of the press conference of King Hassan II of Morocco was being broadcast on TV. Before the interview started, the host said the number of casualties with a heavy face.

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"This is the largest single casualty of the Moroccan army after the Western Sahara War. In recent years, the number of casualties throughout the year has not been so large!" Sean smiled and looked relaxed.

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Salem Ould Raisa also had a smile on his face. Although the Moroccan Army and the Human Array were of the same clan and race, the more it was like this, the more hatred he had, and he had no sympathy at all.

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

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"No, no, it's not the US military, it's not a protective umbrella, it's the Western Sahara People's Front." Sean looked straight and pointed at the TV.

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This matter must be clearly distinguished. The Umbrella and the Moroccan army have no injustice or enmity, and there is absolutely no way to do such a sudden attack.

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

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Of course, he didn't dare to expose that it was the handwriting of the protective umbrella. After seeing the ferocity of the protective umbrella with his own eyes, he was afraid that Sean would retaliate against him.

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"Our formation is very satisfied, but the only problem is that it costs too much." Saying that, Salemu Ould Raisa laughed bitterly, "It was said to be 10 hours, but the actual attack time was only 5 hours. Just minutes."

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"12,000 shells... This, this, this, the Western Saharan Front can't afford this kind of consumption." Salemu Ould Raisa couldn't help but complain in his heart, this is just throwing money at it. Money people are **** hateful and annoying.

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"A lot? I don't think it's much. The land is lost, the land is lost, the land is lost, and the land is saved!" Shawn shook his finger and said: "The population of Xisa is too small, and it is difficult for soldiers to replenish. In this case, people are more important than money, no one, where will the money come from.”

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Salemu Ould Lessa shook his head with a wry smile. In theory, what Sean said was right, but in Western Sahara, or in other words, in Africa, human life is really worthless.

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You don't have back pain while standing and talking. First of all, you must have money and weapons!

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"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 **** rich man, he was concerned with tactics.

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"In the beginning, it was a sneak attack. Try to shorten the attack time and maximize the damage. But after two times, the enemy must be alert. The closer to the stronghold of the previous attack, the more alert the enemy is." Sean leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head Putting Erlang's legs on his legs, he began to chat little by little with his toes, "But ordinary people can't maintain a high degree of alertness for a long time, which consumes a lot of energy."

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"And the farther it is from the previous attack point, the less vigilant the Moroccan army remains."

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"So, a 2-hour drive is the best for a sudden attack."

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"As for the fourth time, the first and second times are short-distance attacks, and the Moroccan army will habitually raise vigilance after the third attack and wait for the fourth time, so, wait, wait, vigilance is this thing, Over and over again, it can’t last.”

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"This is a psychological and physiological problem, it's called science governing the army!"

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Salimu Ould Lessa suddenly realized that the U.S. military is the No. 1 army, and it is really not on the same level as the rabble like the People's Front, if....

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Throwing unrealistic ideas into his mind, Salemu looked at Sean and said, "Mr. Sean has shown his sincerity, so our PFLP decided to agree to cooperate with him."

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

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"However, we have a new cooperation proposal after negotiation."

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Sean raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

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"To sum up, we want 8% of the company's shares and $1 billion in cash!" Salemu stared at Sean and said word by word.

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"What?" Sean thought he had heard it wrong, raised his hand and scratched his ears, and looked at Salemu with a strange expression, "Fuck, are you crazy or am I crazy!"

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Salimu coughed lightly, and didn't dare to care about Sean's scolding, and said with a smile on his face: "100 million a year is equal to 10%, 1% is 1 billion, now we want less 2% only adds 1 billion, which is reasonable."

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"You're pretty good at reckoning. Who paid for math, introduction, what a hoot!" Sean was so excited, "Can you give money now and give it once a year?"

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Seeing that Salemu wanted to say, Sean waved his hand, "Okay, okay, 8% plus 100 million US dollars, the maximum!"

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"Impossible, 800 million, at least!"

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"200000000!"

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"700 million!"

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"200000000!"

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"600 million!"

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"200000000!"

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Salem: "..."

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"I'm down!"

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"Yes, but I'm not going up!"

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"You!" Salemu was a little anxious.

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"Needless to say, it's only 200 million. I won't play with you any more. Yesterday's attack is my gift."

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Shalemu was so resolute that Sean was so resolute that he immediately persuaded him. He was poor and short-sighted. "Add a little more, and add 100 million.

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Sean squinted at Salemu and saw that the other party was sweating down, so he said, "If it is 300 million, then there are conditions."

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"You say, you say." Salemu's eyes lit up.

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

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For example, a book that used to live a good life lends money to Dongfang, but the loan contract stipulates that it can only be used to buy steel smelting equipment from the book, and cannot be spent on other purposes. This is called a targeted consumer loan.

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For example, the military aid given by the United States to Ermaozi 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.

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

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In fact, they are all targeted consumer loans.

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"Which projects?" Salemu didn't express any objection. The funding they received over the years was almost never in cash, mostly materials.

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"Military weapons, food, medicine."

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

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"Don't worry, I've always been very kind to partners. Take a look at Xiongni, look at Sri Lanka, and look at Xingcheng. They haven't lost any money in cooperation with me!" Sean said with a smile: "It's like yesterday's 60-year-old. Mortars, $500 a shot, shells are even cheaper, only $100 a shot."

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"Is it cheap enough!!" Sean stared at Salem with wide eyes, "The battle last night only cost 1.2 million US dollars, if you want, you can launch 100 more times, with more than 2,000 casualties. The Moroccan army only deployed about 50,000 people on the sand dike, strike while the iron is hot, and destroy them!!"

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

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What's so special, the products from 20 years ago, well, many of them have only been produced for more than 10 years, but they only sold to Sean for $20 each. That's all, Dongfang still thinks it's going crazy.

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Clearing inventory is so profitable... an old friend of the military people!

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Salimu smash it, it's really cheap!

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The key is the right things. Compared with 155mm artillery, tanks, armored vehicles, Sam 6, etc., this small mortar is simple and easy to use, light and low in consumption.

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

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

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You must know that when the news of the victory was received early in the morning, there was an uproar in the Western Saharan formation. It was really, gongs and drums, firecrackers blaring...

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"It can open up the situation, but it can't lay the fruit of victory." Sean's answer made Salemu both disappointed and happy.

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"This kind of small-caliber mortar is really good for dealing with adobe buildings. It will collapse as soon as it is bombed, so it will definitely open up the situation, but Morocco will definitely think of countermeasures. Once they use reinforced concrete to make permanent fortifications, the small force Shotguns are useless, high-powered artillery must be used with special shells."

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"Of course, even if Morocco thought of it, there would be no money in a short period of time, and no chance to build permanent fortifications."

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"However, it's up to you whether the Western Saharan Front can effectively use this time to carry out a counter-offensive."

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"Thank you, Mr. Sean." Salemu nodded with confidence, "I still need food, medicine, especially medicine, which is urgently needed."

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"Because of the Moroccan blockade, our living environment in Western Sahara is very poor, many people start to get sick, and more newborns are stunted."

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"The environment is not good? But you can't always complain, who has a good living environment on the African continent, who can easily have a good life, don't be bitter and hypocritical, in fact, at three in the morning Di...cough Whoops, right!"

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

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Salem: "..."

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Are you an idiot?

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"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, you can clear the harmful metabolites in the body, Go back, I'll get you some more vitamin C!"

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Salem: "This **** joke is really good."

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

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Looking at the documents in his hand, which were densely packed with materials and prices, Salemu raised his head to look at Sean, co-authoring that you have prepared to give targeted consumer loans so early, right?

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Having said this, on the TV, the Moroccan press spokesman finally finished his speech. After the introduction, Hassan II walked out of the backstage amid the applause of the crowd.

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Hassan II had no expression on his face, he just nodded to the reporters and walked towards the rostrum step by step.

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When the Arab man saw Hassan II, he couldn't help but see the appearance of a family.

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The wife who is not pretty, has rough skin, doesn't feel good to the touch, has no sexual interest, and always likes to nagging.

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Three disobedient, always troublesome, naughty, noisy, and dirty children every day.

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Life was not good, it was very heavy, and the whole family was struggling on the edge of food and clothing. He never felt that this kind of life was worth cherishing. In the dead of night, he often complained to himself, hoping that the end of the world would be dead.

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But until Morocco really brought the end.

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

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When he saw the collapsed house at home and the corpse buried under the house, he suddenly realized that life was actually pretty good. .

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All of this was brought about by the man on stage. It was his "Green March" that plunged Western Sahara into endless wars, killing hundreds of thousands of people and displacing hundreds of thousands of people.

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Everything is caused by this devil!

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The camera was carried by the Arab man on his shoulder, one eye was aimed at the observation port on the camera, and the lens was firmly aimed at Hassan II.

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On the surface, this is a camera, and there is no problem with the front part, but the rear of the lens is completely removed, and a grenade launcher is installed inside.

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The grenade has already been installed, although there is only one shot, but at such a close distance...

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

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The Arab man suddenly pressed the shooting button.

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The "Bang" warhead broke through the lens glass and slammed into the rostrum a dozen meters away.

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"Boom!"

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

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At the scene, hundreds of people stared blankly at this scene, and the people in front of the TV were also stunned.

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

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specialized!

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But when he looked down, Hassan II's body was half body, his head was blurred with blood, his flesh was rolled up, and a piece of shrapnel was embedded in his face, and blood was gushing out~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hassan opened his mouth as if thinking What to say, it's just that the only thing that comes out of one mouth is blood foam.

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Her body twitched for a while, her head twisted, she lost her breath.

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

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Security won't choose to kill, this is the right choice.

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At this time, we must seize the opportunity. Only in this way can we find the mastermind behind the scenes!

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"Here, God will not forgive you, go to hell, you devil!" The Arab man roared exhaustively, and was knocked down by several security guards, his hands were cut off, and he was still struggling.

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Right at this moment, there was a sudden drop on the man's neck, and then, "Boom!"

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In the sound of the explosion, most of the man's neck was smashed off, blood spurted out, and the man lost his breath after struggling a few times, but his eyes were still fixed on the front, his eyes still fierce.

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Several security guards had blood all over their faces, and two of them were also injured by the blast. At this moment, they were all standing in the same place with bewildered faces.

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He looked up at the chaotic rostrum, and looked down at the attacker who was completely dead under his feet.

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It's over, the last clue is broken!

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The king is dead, in public, what should we do now?

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What about Morocco?

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