The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

Because of the actual support from the United States, Britain, Australia and other countries, Indonesia knows that the condemnation from these countries is just a posturing, which strengthens Indonesia's confidence in resolutely suppressing the East Timor issue. The Indonesian army and the pro-Indonesian militia organizations in East Timor continue to use bloody and violent means to maintain their rule in the area.

Reality has told the ETLM that public opinion alone cannot force the Indonesian Suharto regime to give up its rule over East Timor, and the weapon of criticism cannot stop Indonesia from using weapons to "criticize" East Timor. History has told the ETLM to continue its armed struggle, but how long can it last? Another ten or twenty years? Not to mention the ETLM, East Timor itself is about to be exhausted by this war of independence. Their spiritual leader Gusmao was arrested and imprisoned, and their military leader Alex died in a battle not long ago.

In 1997, although the Asian financial crisis had broken out, Indonesia had not yet become the focus of the entire financial crisis. It seemed that it still had the strength to continue to maintain its rule in East Timor, and the Indonesian military would not easily give up their privileges and interests in East Timor.

On a sunny afternoon in 1997, a passenger plane arrived in Indonesia. Williams and several journalist friends got off the plane. Then, they looked at the large group of "bodyguards" following behind them and still felt that the scene was unreal.

"This Giant Security is outrageous. How much money did our boss give them, but they actually let them charter an entire plane. Except for us, everyone else on the plane is from their security company..."

Chapter 56 The Correct Way to Enter East Timor

In the early morning, the air on Timor Island was humid and hot, and the sky was covered with heavy clouds, which seemed to foreshadow the coming of a storm. The palm trees on both sides of the road swayed gently in the breeze, and the puddles on the road reflected the gray sky. The whole environment exuded a depressing atmosphere.

In front of a simple checkpoint, Williams was having a fierce dispute with the Indonesian soldiers stationed there. Williams' team was not the first news team to try to enter East Timor. As early as 1995, Australian reporters used special channels to find ways to enter East Timor and interviewed the dishevelled military leader of the Tongren Front, Alex, in a cave.

Williams was not a man who did not know how to adapt. He took out his certificate issued by Jakarta and tried to explain his actions to the Indonesian officer at the checkpoint.

In order to obtain the permission of the Indonesian government, he handed the officer a document with US dollars tucked behind it, which meant, "Brother, please give me the US dollars."

If you are on the right track, just turn a blind eye.

However, the US dollar, which was always effective, failed to convince the officer this time. Williams wondered if he wanted to increase the money or if his superiors had ordered

In short, the officers and soldiers just looked at the reporters indifferently, aiming their rifles at them intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were ready to kill them at any time.

Be prepared for any emergency. The officer carefully looked at the documents that Jakarta gave Williams, then smiled contemptuously:

"We don't recognize the documents that are not issued by the military. You can't pass through here!"

Williams was so angry at the other party's operation that the real certificate received by 12p was not a fake certificate, but a real certificate obtained from your Indonesian government.

What? Your Indonesian army has nothing to do with the Indonesian government, right? Williams' tone became more urgent. He held the certificate high up, with a hint of anger in his voice, "This is an official certificate issued by Jakarta. You can't ignore it!"

"I repeat, these documents are useless here," the officer said in a low and cold voice, "you'd better leave immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Williams was planning to "retreat temporarily" at this time.

Only four bodyguards were chosen to follow the team. If there were dozens of bodyguards, any one of them would not be for the fight. Williams just wanted to get the other reporters into East Timor. As for the dozens of bodyguards behind, they could take advantage of other reporters.

Teams, humanitarian aid teams and other NGO organizations can get involved.

At this time, the bodyguards from Giant Security were standing behind the reporter. They said nothing and were quite calm. Their body movements were also very casual, and they were not ready to draw their guns at any time. This was also a point that the Indonesian soldiers were more relieved about. These bodyguards looked like ordinary bodyguards without guns. Even if they had pistols hidden in their clothes, they would definitely not be able to beat the group of assault rifles on their side.

However, the Indonesian soldiers were annoyed by another factor... During the quarrel, a photographer behind Williams, for some reason, picked up a camera to shoot the scene, and the officer's face suddenly became even uglier. The officer still remembered that in 1991 in Dili, when the Indonesian army shot at the East Timorese who were protesting, it was because a group of damn reporters at the scene took pictures of the Indonesian army's shooting, which made a big news and caused Indonesia to bear huge diplomatic pressure. If it weren't for these damn reporters, the outside world would not know what happened in Dili that day.

The officer's hand slowly reached to his waist, his fingers already touching the holster, but... just as he was about to draw his pistol, someone was one step faster than him.

“Da da da—”

"Bang--"

The Indonesian officers and soldiers had no idea how an assault rifle suddenly appeared in the hands of the four bodyguards behind the reporter (of course it was the magical "other-dimensional" pocket). It seemed like they just blinked an eye, and an AK-74U appeared in the hands of the seemingly harmless bodyguard. The next second, the bullet pierced his chest, and then they heard the sound of the bullet whizzing.

The sound of gunfire exploded in the air like thunder, and the entire checkpoint instantly fell into chaos. Before the officers and soldiers even had time to react, they were knocked to the ground by the sudden gunfire, and the blood instantly dyed the soil under their feet red.

Not only the Indonesian soldiers in front of them were shot, but also those on the observation post, squatting behind the sandbags, and in the sentry box were shot by other players who followed the reporter team. At this time, Williams, who was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard, was stunned by the sudden scene. Even if the shells from the assault rifle fell on his face, he didn't dare to move. The Jakarta documents? They had been thrown on the ground a long time ago, and now he didn't know who was stepping on them.

As for the photographer, his mental quality impressed the players. After he lay down, he still remembered to turn on the camera and film the scene, muttering: "Nice! Nice! I will win a prize with this video!"

The gunfire stopped. There was no Indonesian soldier standing around. The bodyguards quickly checked the surroundings and confirmed that there were no other threats. Then they turned to the reporters and said, "Don't thank us for helping you. This is all agreed in the contract. Now, the checkpoints have been cleared. No one can stop you from going to East Timor for an in-depth interview, my journalist friend."

“Damn! This is not how I imagined entering East Timor…”

Fortunately, these reporters were mentally strong. Although some of them peed their pants, they were not so weak that they could not walk. After they recovered from the shock, they quickly packed up their equipment and followed the bodyguards to leave this troubled place and head towards East Timor. At this time, the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and a beam of sunlight shone through the clouds onto them. The palm trees on both sides of the road were still swaying in the breeze.

When the players here passed the checkpoint and crossed the border, all online players noticed a new task prompt appearing in the task bar.

"Companies can use money to swallow up other companies, but if companies want to own a country, they cannot use money alone. As a great man once said: political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Corporate warriors, the board of directors has noticed your actions and highly appreciates your bold action of actively helping companies to go public through backdoor listing. Here, the board of directors wishes you a complete success in your actions and hopes that you will sow our cause on this land as soon as possible. Perhaps from now on, Giant Security's plan in East Timor will increasingly become the choice of people around the world who pursue peace and stability.

Mission Name: The First National Mission of the Millennium Objectives:

1. Cooperate with local allies to expel the Indonesian army and its militia from East Timor, end the bloody colonial war that has lasted for more than years, make East Timor independent from Indonesia's control, and become the first country born in the millennium.

2. Through the blood shed in the war and the subsequent economic construction, the Universal Group will gain actual control over the East Timor region (whether standing in front of the stage or behind the scenes).

Mission Rewards: Players can explore on their own to get support from the Universal Group:

1. To help our corporate warriors adapt to the high frequency of war missions, the resurrection cooldown time for all players killed in the East Timor region is only one hour.

2. To help our corporate warriors concentrate their efforts to complete the mission, during the war, the resurrection points set by players in the East Timor region can be set as temporary resurrection points by players in other branches (for example, if a player in the US branch wants to quickly go to East Timor for support, he can choose to shoot himself, and after the resurrection cooldown is over, he will appear silently at the resurrection point in East Timor)"

Chapter 57: The First Corporate War

The scorching sun scorched the dry earth, and the heat and humidity of the tropical rainforest made it hard to breathe. The mountains were rugged and the jungle was dense, as if there was a deadly threat lurking under every leaf. The muddy mountain roads became even more difficult to walk on after the heavy rain, and the bottomless quagmire swallowed up every step. There was no flat road here, only endless thorns and traps.

The enemy that players will fight, the Indonesian army, is like the embodiment of these harsh environments, relying on fear and violence to cover this land. As for those pro-Indonesian militias and maintenance organizations, they are familiar with every path and every mountain, hiding in the shadows of the rainforest, and may stick out their guns from anywhere at any time and fire deadly bullets at players.

"So I say, brothers, keep your eyes open. We haven't found a suitable place to be a resurrection point yet. If everyone dies here, we will have to fly back from the United States..."

Setting up a resurrection point is not that easy. You can't just put it on a tree, in the water or in any open space. According to the conclusions drawn by the players' own observations, this resurrection point is likely to meet the conditions of "being habitable, and the standard cannot be much worse than the living conditions for prisoners of war stipulated in the Geneva Convention."

There was no choice but to keep moving forward, hoping to find a place where people lived so that they could arrange a resurrection point first.

The trees were towering, and the dense canopy blocked most of the sunlight, leaving only sporadic points of light jumping on the ground. A narrow muddy path wound through the rainforest. The soil underfoot was soft, and the footprints of wild animals could be seen from time to time. On this path, the corporate warriors of Giant God Company were carefully protecting several reporters as they walked through it.

At this time, the players no longer needed to hide their identities, so they all changed into skins that they thought looked more handsome. In addition to the camouflage paint on their faces and the bulletproof vests they wore, everyone's clothing was different.

Some wore the frog suits used by boat troops with sweat-wicking and flame-retardant properties (considered a little black technology, this thing theoretically only became available after the year 2000); some wore a black T-shirt + jeans combination; some wore a full set of Marine Corps uniforms; as for what they wore on their heads, there were even more variations, some wore helmets, some wore beanies, and some wore baseball caps.

As for the journalists who were well protected by these corporate warriors, they kept muttering to each other along the way: "Look at their equipment. I dare say these guys must have come here for the purpose of fighting. God, who on earth did our boss hire to protect us......"

"I think it's pretty good, isn't it? Look at how professional they are. At the checkpoint, the Indonesian officer had already drawn his gun. If our bodyguards hadn't been quicker, we would have been the ones killed at the checkpoint."

"I don't think it's bad. I even think it's pretty cool. You know, I feel like our boss might have hired a Navy SEAL team to protect us, but that must be very expensive. The boss won't spend that much money on little Karami like us. I just... I just think that these bodyguards are not really there to protect us. They just protect us by the way and earn some tolls..."

No matter what Williams and his colleagues speculated, in the rain forest of East Timor, they could only rely on this fully armed giant security. The reporters followed the players closely, and everyone's face was full of tension and anxiety. Williams wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve from time to time, praying that there would be no more exciting exchanges of fire like the one at the checkpoint. As for Jack, who was carrying the camera equipment, his face was covered with sweat and mud.

soil, but his hands were still steady as he looked at the camera and said: "You are an important picture. He walked and said to Wijnmu TP Ni Beiqiu in the distance. Do you know? I just took a cool picture of two Indonesian soldiers in the distance.

He was shot dead less than three meters away from the camera!"

Suddenly, the player at the front of the team stopped, and then the entire team of players stopped moving forward. Williams didn't know how these people communicated. Anyway, he didn't see the leader making any gestures, let alone making any sounds. The bodyguards took their guns and began to ambush in the woods to occupy advantageous positions. (At the same time, the chat group was already shouting: "There's a car! Don't fucking run, hide, hide, I've marked the direction, everyone pay attention! Take up the cover first, pull the gun line apart! Let the enemy in and fight! These guys with high health bars probably want to check the situation at the checkpoint, we'll kill them here!")

Williams leaned over to a bodyguard and whispered, "What happened?"

"There's movement ahead. It could be an Indonesian military patrol. Find a place to hide while we take care of them."

"FUCK, aren't we really here to be war correspondents?" The reporters cursed in their hearts, but out of fear, they didn't dare to complain. Instead, they tried their best to imitate the security guards, hiding in a relatively secluded place and hiding in the back. As the sound of the car got closer and closer, they could even hear the voices of Indonesian soldiers. The atmosphere in the team instantly became more tense. The reporters held their breath nervously, not even daring to breathe.

The Indonesian soldiers held rifles with their fingers on the trigger, carefully observing their surroundings along the way. The officers sitting in the jeep kept calling on the walkie-talkie, looking highly alert, and were getting closer and closer to the Giant God security guards.

When everything in the forest was silent, the voice chats in the chat group were still very lively.

"Damn it, why don't you fight? The health bar is already showing and you still don't fight?"

"Let the enemy get closer. We don't have heavy weapons here. We must put them in a position suitable for throwing grenades before we attack them."

"But those enemies seem to be on high alert. Have they discovered us?"

"No matter which country it is, if they know that one of their military outposts has lost contact, they will definitely be on guard. Don't worry, with the density of the rainforest, those bastards may not even notice me if they walk up to me... We have a few of us with double-caliber weapons. Pay special attention to those jeeps. They have heavy machine guns on them. If they fire a burst of bullets, several of us will have to wait for their resurrection to cool down."

"Heavy machine gun, no problem! Brothers, remember to cover me. I didn't bring a gun this time, but I brought a China Lake grenade launcher. One gun for one jeep!"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the chirping of insects around seemed to become distant. Players selected suitable targets and marked them, so that there would not be a situation where several players competed for the same head at the same time. The player who temporarily acted as the commander in the chat group spoke less frequently and focused more on aiming at the enemy in the game. The player put the shooting target into the crosshairs of the assault rifle. The enemy in the crosshairs was still looking around vigilantly, until a certain moment, the Indonesian soldier in the crosshairs was suddenly driven by a strong sixth sense, and he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring at him between the leaves.

"beat!"

In an instant, the heavy machine gunner on the jeep was shot in the head by the player with the scope before he could react, and fell on the carriage. At the same time, gunshots rang out from all directions. Thanks to the players' early marking and not competing with each other for heads, at least 30 Indonesian soldiers were shot in the first round of shooting, and more than half of them were fatally wounded, and they were definitely dead.

The Indonesian soldiers instantly fell into chaos. They fired at the forest where the gunshots came from, but on the one hand, they did not find the target, so it was just random shooting; on the other hand, even if it was random shooting, it would at least have a suppressive effect. But sorry, the shooting skills of these combat players were too accurate. Every burst of shooting took a life. The Indonesian soldiers who fired back did not even have the chance to use up the bullets in their magazines. They were taken care of by the players and died.

Immediately following the players' hail of bullets was an attack from dozens of hand grenades. This "bombing" of hand grenades directly blew up the morale of the Indonesian soldiers. Then, players holding China Lake grenade launchers took advantage of the chaos to get very close to the jeeps and began to shoot at those jeeps. Now, the Indonesian soldiers had no chance to fight back with their heavy machine guns.

Run, run. How much money did Suharto give everyone? Is it worth risking your life for?

Of course, if this Indonesian army company wanted to run away, that was impossible. The players couldn't let you run back to report the news. The players who jumped out of the woods chased and killed the panicked Indonesian soldiers all the way. Those who ran on the road were quickly eliminated. As for those who plunged into the woods, they were also killed.

Let them go, and eradicate all evil. There was only one exception, an Indonesian soldier. When the players saw that Indonesian soldier plunged into the swamp and struggled, they were too lazy to shoot, but watched him sink deeper and deeper until he disappeared completely.

"That guy would probably rather take a bullet.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes before the jungle returned to a brief moment of peace. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and the ground was littered with the bodies of Indonesian soldiers. It was believed that it would not be long before nature would eat away all the bodies.

"Search the enemy's corpses for ammunition, grenades, etc. (players don't have unlimited bullets)! Then retreat and continue on our way."

Chapter 58: The Monkey King in Princess Iron Fan’s Belly

The Indonesian army has been sparing no effort in carrying out the mopping-up campaign. To this end, they can commit all the cruel atrocities you can imagine against "their own people" (Indonesia unilaterally promotes this as their "Mor Province") in East Timor. According to the Indonesian army's own statement, they want to completely conquer the occupied nation in "heart and will."

The Indonesian army first imitated the "Three Alls Policy" implemented by the old Japanese Army in China, which cleared out villages that were connected or suspected of being connected with the Tonglok Front by burning them down. If there was resistance, they would be shot regardless of gender, age or status, leaving corpses all over the ground, in order to eliminate the Tonglok Front's channels for obtaining supplies and personnel, thereby destroying its survival basis. Then naval guns and aircraft bombarded the area indiscriminately, razing all villages and farmland to the ground.

Of course, in the new era, the implementation of the "Three Alls Policy" must have new ways of fighting. For example, Indonesia has learned a lot from the United States, using napalm bombs to burn down villages and using airplanes to spray chemical weapons over forests, thereby exposing the guerrillas hiding in the countryside and forests.

In order to further cut off the connection between the guerrillas and the people, Indonesia used the method of "concentration camps" and implemented a "resettlement plan" to put tens of thousands of East Timorese into concentration camps. These places were narrow and densely populated. Even if there were small plots of land, they had been poor and weak after years of cultivation, and the production was minimal. The nearby edible fruits, roots and leaves had long been eaten up. The East Timorese in the concentration camps were starving and skinny, but they were forbidden to leave. In essence, they used the hunger brought by the "concentration camps" to carry out a systematic massacre of East Timor.

As various countries and international organizations gradually learned about the situation in East Timor, the International Red Cross and other international organizations donated money and materials to East Timor, but... these donations were undoubtedly in vain. The Indonesian government claimed that all international donations would be used to provide relief to East Timor through the Indonesian Red Cross, but the reality was that as soon as these donated American canned goods and Australian milk powder arrived at the dock, a large number of Indonesian businessmen flocked to buy up these cheap items in large quantities and then transported them to Indonesia for sale, making a lot of profit.

Profits are the key factor that the Indonesian military insists on not withdrawing from East Timor. Even in the impoverished East Timor, the Indonesian military can make a lot of efforts to develop local specialties such as coffee and sandalwood to gain profits for the officers. It is precisely these Indonesian troops who only know how to win for their own interests that prevent the ETRF from pinning their hopes for independence on the intervention of the international community and giving up the idea of ​​armed struggle for independence.

In the hot summer of 1997, Alex, the military leader of the Tongan Revolutionary Front, died, and the Tongan Revolutionary Front guerrillas became quiet for a while. Only sporadic flashes from gun muzzles in the forest showed that there were still people in East Timor who were holding weapons and fighting the Indonesian army.

But in the past two days, this sporadic gunfire has suddenly become more frequent!

The brutal but not stupid Indonesian army has now realized that a group of powerful armed elements have appeared on their territory. They have wiped out a guard at a checkpoint and a patrol team consisting of an entire company in two days. The Indonesian army has no idea who the enemy is or how many people they have. The Indonesian army only knows that the enemy's killing speed is too terrifying. The Indonesian army believes that this is not a simple attack launched by the Tongan guerrillas. Although the guerrillas are difficult to deal with, their capabilities are not exaggerated to this extent.

For example, Alex, the military leader of the Tongan Revolutionary Front, has killed 30 Indonesian soldiers in a series of operations led by him in the past year. Such a record is enough for Alex to earn himself the title of "King of Ambush in East Timor".

So it is conceivable how panicked the Indonesian troops stationed in East Timor were when a mysterious armed group suddenly appeared in East Timor and silently killed more than a hundred Indonesian soldiers.

Meanwhile, reporters and security teams have crossed the rainforest and entered the town.

We have to say that these reporters and players are "skilled and daring". Although they killed a whole company of Indonesian soldiers in the rain forest, when they arrived at the town controlled by the Indonesian army, they just put their guns and bullets into "different-dimensional pockets", changed their skins (wearing camouflage or military-style clothing would attract attention), and then dispersed (acting together would attract too much attention), and then went to stay in the hotel in a swagger, and even took out their ID cards to check in.

The documents handed over by the players were naturally fake, but there was no Internet in those days, so no one knew whether the documents were real or fake. Moreover, the other party had a US visa and paid quickly, so the hotel had no reason to reject "high-quality customers" like the players.

"And then what? Where do we go next?" the player asked Williams, a reporter in the team.

"Wait, wait for the Tongkat Ali people to contact us... They will observe us, and then confirm that there is no problem, and then they will tell us where to meet up..."

After waiting for no more than 24 hours, a group of people with telephone numbers answered the phone in the room where Williams was and spoke to Williams on the phone.

Surprisingly, the contact person knew the names of these reporters and where they came from.

"Fuck, this Tongkat Ali formation sounds pretty awesome, do they also have hackers to collect information..."

"Actually, things are not as complicated as you think. I guess the person at the hotel reception is from the Tongkat Ali..."

"So, this hotel is actually the underground communication station of the Tongkat Ali Front. They are really bold. I saw an Indonesian army sentry post opposite the hotel. The rats have made their home next to the cat's nest..."

Just as during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army adopted the struggle strategies of "united front" and "mass line", in the situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, guerrillas in any country or region who want to survive will be forced to adopt the same approach.

The lax discipline and rampant corruption of the Indonesian army, as well as their brutality and bloodlust towards the East Timorese, created a "mass base" for the survival of the ETLF guerrillas. The dissatisfaction of all classes in East Timor with the Indonesian army became increasingly strong, and they no longer had illusions about Indonesia's rule. People in the occupation government, from the lowest local leaders to higher-level officials, began to contact the resistance movement through various channels. The ETLF keenly captured the accumulated

The discontent of the resistance movement gradually infiltrated all aspects of the Indonesian occupation regime, established connections with various anti-Indonesian forces, especially the more moderate centrists, and gradually formed a large, efficient and hidden

A hidden resistance network.

As for the messengers who delivered messages, they worked for the guerrillas under the noses of the Indonesian army. As the saying goes, "If you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet." Sometimes they would fail to deliver messages and face the danger of being arrested and tortured at any time. Once arrested, death is almost the only outcome. However, they did not care.

The meeting place was a Catholic church, located on the edge of a green jungle, with white walls shining softly under the sunlight. On the towering bell tower, the cross was particularly eye-catching against the blue sky.

Catholic churches can be seen everywhere in the towns and villages of East Timor. Indonesia, which invaded East Timor, forced people to believe in religion. Indonesians mainly believe in Islam. In rebellion, East Timorese chose Catholicism. Before the Indonesian invasion, Catholics in East Timor accounted for only about 30% of the total population. By the mid-to-late 80s, this number had risen to 80%.

After the reporter exchanged secret signals with the people inside the church through the door, a clergyman opened the door and said, "Welcome, please come in."

Chapter 59: Selling the "Giant God Plan" to the Tongan Front

The interior of the church was spacious and peaceful, with sunlight shining through the stained glass windows onto the ground, casting colorful shadows. Yu Bo, the player, controlled his character and sat quietly on the bench, waiting for Williams and the Tongkat Ali people to finish their work.

The conversation was quick. As Alex, the military leader of the Tongan Revolutionary Front, had died, reporter Williams had to discuss with the Tongan Revolutionary Front to change the interviewee. The preliminary interviewee was Daur, the chief of staff of the Tongan Revolutionary Front. As for the specific time and place of the interview, the Tongan Revolutionary Front said they would notify Williams at the right time. And asked Williams not to worry about missing the news, because the Tongan Revolutionary Front's informants are everywhere...

After Williams finished talking with the Tongkat Ali contact, he saw the bodyguards behind him were invited into another room by the Tongkat Ali people. It was not until then that Williams finally confirmed that his bodyguard team had "impure intentions."

Yu Bo was led to an inconspicuous wooden door. The Tongkat Ali stopped and turned to Yu Bo in halting English, saying, "Sir, please don't mind. We need to search you before we discuss matters." Yu Bo nodded indifferently, expressing his understanding. Of course, the player didn't care. Even if you took off all my clothes and let me in, I could still take out the AK74 from my "pocket". Yu Bo opened his arms and let the Tongkat Ali carefully check his body and belongings.

After confirming that there was no problem, Donggezhen gently pushed open the wooden door and took Yu Bo to an inconspicuous room. Then he moved the inconspicuous bed in the room and pressed the button to move the floor tiles. A door leading to the basement slowly opened, revealing a dim corridor. Yu Bo followed Donggezhen's people to the end of the corridor. The figure of a man in military uniform was half hidden in the shadows, and it looked like he had been waiting for a while.

"Comrade Chief of General Staff, the guests are here for you!"

"This place is not far from the city. It only takes about ten minutes for the Indonesian soldiers to drive here."