The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

Anyway, no one is here to support those poor East Timorese.......One morning, in a "centralized resettlement village" not far from the Tatamailao Mountains, the "slave laborers" who were working for the militia chief were suddenly notified to gather and say that they were going to get their wages. This was a rare and unprecedented thing. They had always been treated like slaves, so how could they suddenly get paid? How could they still get paid? (Theoretically, it was possible, but only in theory)

It was not until everyone had gathered that we saw

The militia leader, who was tied up tightly and had bruised faces, sat on the platform, sitting upright and very cautious, because next to him there was a man with a red turban holding a gun to the leader's head.

"The guerrillas are back?"

However, it is also a rare thing that the first thing the guerrillas did after returning was not to kill the entire family of the militia leader. Seeing that everyone had arrived, those who claimed to be the guerrillas of the Tatamailao Mountain Base began to preside over the salary distribution process. The main purpose was not to distribute money, but to distribute basic supplies such as rice, sugar, and salt. After distributing everyone's salary, the guerrillas took a portion for themselves. Before leaving, the guerrilla leader threatened the militia leader again, saying that the previous sixteen to eighteen hours of slave work every day must be abolished and the working hours must be reduced. The daily rations of these workers must be sufficient and cannot be deducted. At the end, the guerrilla leader also emphasized:

"Don't try to retaliate against them, and don't imagine relying on the Indonesian regular army to wipe us out. For more than 20 years, the Indonesian army has not wiped us out. They can just walk away when the time comes, but what about you? Where can you run to? You should think about your own and your family's heads...

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Chapter 68: Tatamailao Mountain Base

"Oh, Tatamaleau, Tatamaleau, is there anything higher than your peak? Is there anything more majestic than your majesty?

Why should the Timorese people bow their heads forever?

Why should the Timorese people be slaves forever?

Oh, Tatamaleau, Tatamaleau, is there anything higher than your peak? Is there anything more majestic than your majesty?

Wake up, it's already daybreak!

Wake up, a new sun has risen!

Oh, Mount Tatamailao, Mount Tatamailao, is there anything higher than your peak? Is there anything more majestic than your majesty?

Wake up and let us seize power!

Wake up, our land will be ours!"

After the sun went down, the guerrillas came down from Mount Tatamailao and selected suitable targets. When the sun rose, the guerrillas, who had "reaped a lot of rewards", sang songs and happily returned to the mountain with their "reasonable collection".

This is the method that players and NPC guerrillas came up with to maintain the survival and growth of the guerrillas. That is to make full use of the guerrillas' advantages in concealment, ambush and special operations of the players as much as possible, and to fight against a group of militia forces that are also composed of light infantry and have weak combat effectiveness, rather than against the aircraft of the Indonesian regular army.

Tanks, helicopters. It would be great if we could break through all these civilian ping-pong groups and the maintenance association and directly seize these villages and towns.

But the problem is that neither the player nor the current guerrillas have the ability to defend the villages and towns. At this time, the Indonesian army is still stationed in East Timor. If they rashly shoot down all the local maintenance associations, the player and the guerrillas can go back to the mountains to hide for a while, but the ordinary East Timorese in the area will be retaliated by the Indonesian army and moved to a concentration camp closer to Mount Tatamailao, where they will be more strictly guarded. If this continues, the East Timorese will not dare to support the guerrillas anymore...

If even ordinary East Timorese people dare not and are unwilling to support the guerrillas, then it is only a matter of time before the guerrillas in the Tatamailao Mountain base collapse or die naturally.

The guerrillas currently need the existence of those maintenance associations to make them a cover to give Jakarta an illusion that they can still firmly control East Timor, but secretly, the guerrillas will force the maintenance associations to serve the guerrillas through intimidation, threats, and lists. This way, they can obtain supplies from these maintenance associations, reduce the burden on the people, and win the hearts of the people.

Mount Tatamailau is the highest mountain in East Timor, about 2963 meters high. "Tatamailau" means "grandfather of all" in the local language. People who look up from their work can see Mount Tatamailau. When they look at Mount Tatamailau, they feel that Mount Tatamailau is also watching them. They certainly know that the mountain itself has no eyes, but the guerrillas active in Mount Tatamailau are watching them. The Tongan Revolutionary Front guerrillas have not been extinct, and they are still active in the mountains and forests.

Since receiving their wages for the first time that day, the East Timorese workers have found that their miserable lives have improved a little bit. The damn militia leader has really shortened the working hours, and the daily rations have increased a lot. Even the militiamen no longer beat people casually. When they see someone slacking off at work, they just curse a few words and don't hit them. The East Timorese are not stupid. Of course, they know that the damn pro-Indonesian militiamen did not suddenly become kind-hearted, but they were afraid that the guerrillas from Mount Tatamailau would sneak down the mountain and chop off their heads, so the exploitation and oppression were alleviated a little.

In other words, as long as there are still guerrillas in the deep mountains and old forests, the ordinary people in East Timor who are being exploited will have someone secretly supporting them. The militias and maintenance associations created by the Indonesian military will be afraid of being retaliationed by the guerrillas and dare not overly oppress ordinary workers. As long as the guerrillas in Mount Tatamailao remain active, the future life of the East Timorese will not be endless darkness, but a glimmer of hope in the darkness. In East Timor, hope is more precious than gold.

"The guerrillas in the mountains must not starve to death!"

This is the unanimous feeling of the Timorese people in the area around Mount Tatamailao.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the dense leaves onto the ground,

The forest was coated with a layer of golden light. Under the reflection of the purpose of the place, it seemed particularly quiet and mysterious.

Workers who were captured by Indonesian soldiers for forced labor are busy cutting sandalwood for the Indonesians.

The workers lowered their heads to work, occasionally glancing at the soldiers with their peripheral vision. Seeing that the soldiers had relaxed their vigilance, a lumberjack pretended to walk casually to a large rock that they had chosen in advance, which was the hiding place they had agreed with the guerrillas on the mountain. He pretended to pick up the tools that had fallen on the ground, but in fact he quickly took out the small package hidden in his clothes and pants, and quietly stuffed the packed salt into the small hole behind the rock.

The lumberjack, who was doing this for the first time, had a very fast heartbeat. He pretended to be calm on his face, but in fact his hands were shaking with nervousness. Even the Indonesian soldiers noticed that something was wrong with him. He could only explain that he had been working for too long and his hands were shaking from exhaustion...

Time passed minute by minute, the sun gradually sank into the horizon, until night fell completely, the whole rainforest fell into darkness and silence, the workers had been taken back by the Indonesian soldiers, and another group of guests came to the place where they had just cut down sandalwood. Yes, it was the guerrillas from the mountain. They came behind the stone and took away the "gifts" left by the workers from the small hole.

"Oil, salt, rice and non-staple food, the East Timorese at the foot of the mountain are delivering them to us using methods they have figured out. They are even willing to take risks to get some antibiotics and bandages for us. You know, medicines are supplies that are strictly guarded by the Indonesian side..." the guerrillas on the mountain sighed. Not long ago, they were a group of wandering ghosts who had no food to eat and didn't know if they could see the sun tomorrow. Now, not only can they have enough to eat, but the food has also improved to a certain extent. The guerrillas are even rich enough to leave half of the people in the camp to watch over the house and train, and only send the other half out to "plunder" supplies.

Not only did the supplies become relatively abundant, but the size of the guerrillas also miraculously recovered and grew. Several East Timorese youths who were captured as slave laborers heard that there were guerrillas in the mountains, so they found an opportunity to dive into the jungle and go to the mountains to join the guerrillas. With this precedent, more and more East Timorese who could not stand the cruel rule of the Indonesian armed forces began to venture into the mountains to join the guerrillas. As the guerrillas grew in size, they were able to organize more people to "plunder" supplies, realizing a virtuous cycle.

The originally pessimistic team began to become optimistic. The remaining Tongkat Ali guerrillas now admired the corporate warriors of the Giant God Company more and more. They were like magic, bringing the guerrillas back to life. In time, the Tongkat Ali will surely return to its previous size. The players were much more optimistic than the NPCs.

"Restore to the previous scale? We are not here for such a small goal," Yu Bo boasted to the NPCs, "I promise you, this year, we will take over Mount Tatamailao, and next year at the latest, we will recover the entire territory of East Timor. Your superiors have already agreed to our company's joint venture plan, and we also have a share of East Timor's interests. How can the company allow the Indonesian military to continue to occupy this place? You see, it won't be long before Giant God Security will show you its true strength!"

Chapter 869: Bloodbath of Indonesian Special Forces

At the end of 1997, not only in Mount Tatamailau, but also in East Timor

In other places, the remaining guerrillas also gained a foothold and began to recover their strength, but their development was basically not as rapid as that of the guerrillas in the Tatamailao Mountain base.

When the chief of staff of the Tongan Front first learned that the guerrillas in Mount Tatamailao had been taken over by the people of the Giant God Company, he was first surprised, and then he had no other thoughts. During the Indonesian army's large-scale encirclement and suppression offensive, the Tongan Front was in a panic, and the general command was still circling in the woods, playing "hide and seek" with the Indonesian army, and it was already busy with its own affairs. In the eyes of the chief of staff, it was good enough that the guerrillas in the western division survived, so why should he care about the change of leadership?

However, after enduring the most difficult period, the team led by the Chief of General Staff opened up a new base and successfully escaped danger. The Chief of General Staff immediately wanted to contact the guerrillas scattered in other places.

He first learned the news from the Tatamailao Mountain base that the guerrilla force that had only 400 defeated soldiers had now grown to 2,000 people, and this was only the number of pure combatants... As a result, the Tongren Front guerrillas in the Western Division became the largest guerrilla branch of the Tongren Front.

As for the second piece of news, it was brought back by the soldiers sent down the mountain by the Chief of General Staff to investigate the situation. They heard the broadcast in the town saying that Indonesia's "Kopassu" special forces had killed the commander-in-chief of the Tongan Revolutionary Front, Cornis Sandara.

As early as the 80s, Indonesia had made corresponding adjustments to its tactics. While continuing to launch various clearing operations to crack down on the activities of resistance organizations, it paid more attention to destroying the leadership of the resistance organizations, that is, implementing the "decapitation" tactics. Through this strategy, they successively captured Gusmao and killed David Alex, Conis Sandara and other resistance movement leaders.

In these "decapitation operations", Indonesia's "Kopassu" special forces played a great role. The commander of the "Kopassu" special forces, Prapou, became a successful official and became Suharto's son-in-law. Internally, he used torture, kidnapping, slander, assassination and other means to deal with Suharto.

political enemies, dissenting intellectuals and social activists; externally, Prapou regarded East Timor as his "fiefdom" and repeatedly used

Special forces carried out terrorist operations in East Timor.

The killing of the ETRF's chief commander, Konis Sandara, is one of the recent achievements that the Kopassu special forces can boast of. Prapou believes that

Under the attack of the special forces led by him, the influence and power of the Tongan Revolutionary Front will eventually be wiped out, including the Tatamailao Mountain Guerrilla Force that has been in the spotlight recently. The next target of "Kopasu" is

There, they tried to wipe out the Tongkat Ali stronghold on Mount Tatamailao before 1998.

However, just as Prapou was commended by Suharto for killing the commander-in-chief of the Tongan Revolutionary Front and was planning the next "decapitation operation" against the Tatamailau guerrillas in Jakarta, the guerrillas in Tatamailau took the initiative to come to his doorstep to slap him in the face.

The Tongkat Ali group from Mount Tatamailao crossed 40 kilometers of rainforest and mountains to Dili and attacked the headquarters of "Kopasu".

One morning a day ago, the city of Dili was still shrouded in a light morning mist, and the air was filled with sea breeze and a slightly moist scent. The sun had just risen, and the light golden light slowly spread to every corner of the city. There were a few pedestrians on the street, vendors pushed their carts to prepare for a day's business, and occasionally you could hear the crowing of chickens in the distance, as if the city was slowly waking up.

In a heavily guarded military zone in the city, the headquarters of the Indonesian special forces "Kopasu" is located here. The military zone is surrounded by high walls covered with barbed wire. There are fully armed Indonesian soldiers standing guard at the gate with live ammunition. There are soldiers holding binoculars and sniper rifles on the sentry post. There are also soldiers holding heavy machine guns behind the sandbag bunker at the gate.

Today was no different from yesterday. The soldiers standing on the sentry post chatted idly:

"Kandela, how much salary did you get last month? Have you saved enough to build a new house?"

"How much money can we have? Just like before, we sent it all back home. But... my family is worried that what happened this year will happen again. We dare not save money at all. We spend it on daily necessities first..."

"It's getting harder and harder to make money now, and the risks of being a soldier are getting higher and higher. You know, I have a brother over at Tatamailao Mountain..."

"Oh, I know what's going on there. It's a life-threatening situation to be exiled there.

You know, here, when we go to work during the day, we just need to watch out for the mobs with stones, but in Tatamafen Mountain, we live in danger every moment. You never know when you will be eaten, urinated or something else.

The guerrillas aimed their rifles at...

"Hey, wait, that tanker truck......."

The sentry raised his binoculars and saw a tanker truck slowly coming into their sight. Judging from the logo, it was a car from Pertamina Oil Company (Indonesia's largest state-owned oil company). The driver

He was wearing an old hat with the brim pulled down so low that his face could not be seen. The appearance of a tanker truck was not unusual. At first, the tanker truck was driving very slowly, as if enjoying the quietness of the day. But just as the tanker truck slowly turned its front to face the military area,

When approaching the gate, the driver of the car suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the tanker truck accelerated instantly and rushed towards the gate of the military zone at full speed.

"Alert, attack! Shoot the tanker driver immediately!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Bullets hit the body of the tanker truck, making sounds of broken glass and crisp metal collisions, but the tanker truck did not slow down at all. Instead, it rushed towards the gate at a faster speed.

The Indonesian soldiers reacted quickly. The guards and soldiers at the gate immediately fired at the tanker's cab, but the tanker didn't stop because it didn't hit the cab or because the cab was equipped with bulletproof equipment. By the time the heavy machine gun loaded the ammunition belt and was ready to shoot the cab, the tanker was already close at hand.

"run!"

The terrified guards watched helplessly as the tanker truck crashed open the gate, then skillfully bypassed some roadblocks along the way and rushed towards the "Kopassu" command post.

A deafening explosion sounded, and a tanker truck filled with fuel and explosives exploded, instantly killing a large number of special forces.

The troop members and the driver in the car were blown into the sky. The flames instantly engulfed half of the special forces headquarters. Flames and smoke quickly spread, and burning debris and fragments were scattered on the ground. The air was filled with

The air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and thick gunpowder. If the gunshots just now were just the buzz of mosquitoes to the whole Dili, then this deafening explosion was like a bell ringing in the ears of all the people in Dili, making their ears numb.

The command building of the special forces had collapsed in half, and the remaining half was also shaky. There were countless dead, injured, and trapped people. The fire was still devouring everything that was left, and the Indonesian soldiers here had no fire-fighting tools. However, just a few minutes later, several fire trucks and ambulances came speeding over. When the Indonesian soldiers saw these vehicles, they were not on guard at all. They did not stop them from breaking into the military zone, but saluted the vehicles instead.

“Please!”

"Do not worry!"

The members of the "Kopassu" who saw the fire trucks and ambulances had a feeling of "survival after a disaster". The survivors quickly carried the injured to the ambulances. Some pointed to the other half of the building that was crumbling and gave instructions to the people in firefighter uniforms, such as which floor had ammunition stored and they needed to be careful when putting out the fire; which floor had archives stored and they could not use water to put out the fire...

After a while, the guard at the door saw the ambulance

The car came out of the military zone again. The guard quickly replied. How is it? The man in the white coat sitting in the co-pilot seat said with a sad face: "Well,

The situation inside is very bad, many people have died, we have to send the living ones to the hospital for emergency treatment as soon as possible......"

A few minutes after the ambulances left, the guard at the sentry box suddenly received a call from their superior.

"You must inspect any firefighting or ambulance vehicles that enter the military zone.

Check! We just got the news that a group of doctors, firefighters, and firefighters had their uniforms and equipment stolen. They also attacked our medical staff. This is most likely done by the damn guerrillas.

of......"

The guards seemed to be thrown into an icy garden in an instant. Even the high temperature from the Xikanghe River was not enough to dispel the chill on their bodies. They ignored the danger and

As they approached the headquarters building of the attacked special forces, they saw several fire trucks abandoned there without anyone in charge, and only the water gun was fixed

Spraying water there, it looked like someone was putting out a fire. As for the members of the "Kopassu", their bodies were scattered all over the ground, both combatants and civilians...

Chapter 70 You call this humanitarian relief supplies?

On January 1998, 1, a thin layer of white clouds covered the sea.

The fog seemed to add a touch of mystery and tranquility to the first day of the new year. The sun shone through the fog, casting a warm glow, and the sea water sparkled in the morning light. The skyline in the distance was vaguely visible, and seagulls circled in the air, making crisp calls, adding a bit of vitality to this vast sea.

On this peaceful sea, several huge ro-ro ships are moving slowly. Inside the cabin, the crew has already started the New Year celebrations. The table is decorated with ribbons and balloons, and is filled with all kinds of food and drinks. The whole space is filled with laughter. People sit together, singing some former Soviet Union-era songs or Slavic folk songs, drinking vodka, and enjoying this rare moment.

"Happy New Year! Hurrah!"

These former Soviet soldiers from Russia and Ukraine can enjoy fish from their hometown every day in the sea far away from their hometown.

The broth, burrito, red cabbage soup and various kinds of barbecue, with the adjustment of fine wine and delicious food, the boring life of sailing became more bearable. _Before they were hired by the Giant God Security, they might not be able to eat these even during the New Year. Now, not only they themselves, but also their

My family also lives a much better life than before.

The boss of the Giant God Company also promised that as long as everyone drove out the Indonesian army, the employees of the Giant God Company could bring their immediate family members to East Timor every year to enjoy a month-long trip to the beach and sunshine (with free transportation and accommodation) arranged by the company.

In order to have a better life in the future, this group of Slavs had already trained and run-in for a long time before boarding the ship. After boarding the ship, they had to spend a lot of time every day to maintain the basic training volume, and according to the daily brief intelligence provided by Giant God Security, they carried out map exercises and simulated confrontations to determine what they should do first after getting off the ship, and what challenges and possible accidents they would face.

"The guerrillas in Mount Tatamailao have continuously attacked Indonesian troops in Dili, Baucau and other places. Now, the Indonesian army needs this batch of heavy equipment more than ever to help them hold the fort."

"So, they didn't hesitate to buy a batch of Soviet-style equipment from Eastern Europe to replenish the losses of the Indonesian troops stationed in East Timor as soon as possible?"

“Yes, as the genocide of the Indonesian army in Operation Thunder was once again on television, it attracted widespread attention. In order to win votes, many politicians pushed the government to restrict arms exports to Indonesia and impose sanctions on companies that export arms to Indonesia.

As the channels for purchasing weapons narrowed and the losses increased, they had to expand the channels for purchasing arms, even if the arms came from the original Warsaw Pact.

In fact, let alone these army weapons and equipment, even naval vessels were bought by Indonesia. They went to East Germany to buy naval vessels... "

That's right, the Indonesian military paid for this batch of arms. They also paid a deposit to the shell company opened by the players in Russia and bought enough weapons and equipment for a reinforced regiment. Then, the Indonesian military representatives boarded the ship with the players and the former Soviet soldiers on the journey back to East Timor. Compared with the large number of players and former Soviet soldiers, the number of Indonesian military representatives on the ship was very small. They were intoxicated by the "gentlemanly land" of the Mao girls on the ship and could not extricate themselves. They could not imagine that these Slavs on the same ship were actually planning the "Dili Operation Plan" behind their backs.......

The current situation is that the Indonesian army is mainly concentrated on the main roads between Dili and Mount Tatamailao, and has set up multiple lines of defense to prevent the guerrillas in the base area of ​​Mount Tatamailao from attacking Dili again or expanding the guerrilla zone in the direction of Dili. As for the urban area of ​​Dili, it is loose outside and tight inside, focusing on preventing small guerrillas from disguising and infiltrating. This situation is very good for the Giant God security forces on the ro-ro ship. All the enemy's attention is on Mount Tatamailao. The enemy's main defense target is the infiltration of small guerrillas. For the "big target", they have relaxed their vigilance.

But it wasn't all smooth sailing along the way.

On the night when everyone was celebrating the arrival of the New Year, suddenly, an Indonesian warship was slowly sailing towards them, asking for a routine inspection. Some Slavs who came to the deck suddenly felt their hearts sink, realizing that trouble was coming. They immediately turned back to the cabin and found the representative of Giant God Company to explain the situation, but the representative of Giant God Company was very calm and comforted them, "Don't worry, we thought of this situation. You go back to the cabin and stay. I will knock on the door of the Indonesian military representative. The evil spirit in the lust should take effect now."

The warship approaches the RoRo ship, and several fully armed Indonesian soldiers board the RoRo ship from the warship. Although the player can

Kill these Indonesian soldiers with bare hands, but the player still did not relax. What a joke! The warships with naval guns were watching nearby. If the warships bombed the ship from this distance, the fragile ro-ro ship would be destroyed in minutes.

Fish belly.

The player accompanied the Indonesian military representative who had just crawled out of the "land of comfort" and went forward to shake hands with an officer sent by the warship. The two men said:

"The content of your declared transport is... humanitarian relief supplies? This is very strange. My soldiers told me that in addition to the canned food and medical supplies on the outside, they found some incredible goods. Sir, please tell me which humanitarian relief organization's aid supplies include assault rifles, helicopters, infantry fighting vehicles..."

"All of this is necessary to deceive those foreigners, Lieutenant Colonel, these weapons and equipment were purchased by Jakarta.

They will be used to severely suppress the resistance organizations in East Timor." The Indonesian military representative, who was only wearing pajamas, handed his ID to the other party for inspection, and then said with a smile, "If you are worried, you can ask Prabo

Contact General Wu and he will tell you everything."

After the warship contacted Jakarta, it immediately chose