When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

"When one side has abundant food, others will see it."

"Pursuing a better life is the most common cognition of ordinary people."

"More and more people's ideas have changed, and they have turned to pursuing stability. After a better life, the soil that breeds extreme ideas will gradually shrink, shrink!"

"It is impossible to solve the problem in one step. It takes time to deal with it slowly."

"But we have no shortage of time. As long as we stabilize, the final victory will eventually be ours!"

"Of course, in order to solve your material shortage problem here, I will get two cement plants and two sets of small steel processing equipment."

"We are unfamiliar with this place, so we have to trouble Mr. Sahe."

Listening to the plan, especially when he heard about cement and steel processing equipment, Sahe coughed lightly, turned his face away, and picked up the flag on the sand table very seriously, and slowly planted it along the borders of Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Iran.

Slowly, the blue flag representing himself surrounded the enemy's red flag, and finally, the blue flags pressed on.

The red flag was pulled out and disappeared.

After pulling out the last red flag, Saleh stared blankly at the sand table in front of him.

This... is indeed the best way, and it is also an open plot.

If the terrorists do not resist, time will give a correct answer. After five or ten years, the survival range of terrorists will be compressed.

If they resist...

The way terrorists can resist is to launch terrorist attacks.

However, doing so will only attract more people's disgust, and then more people will demand to fight against terrorists, and they will only die faster.

Sure enough, this kind of strategizing still looks particularly smooth when it comes to the Chinese.

Only a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years can have such a far-sighted vision.

Putting down all the colorful flags, Saleh turned to the side where the Afghan sand table was, pointed his finger at Jalalabad east of Kabul, and asked:

"I have another question, that is, if we produce too much, what should we do with it."

"You know, the First World War and the Second World War were almost all wars that broke out to seize the industrial product market."

This sentence made Lin Yu's brain crash a little. After racking his brains, he still couldn't figure out why Sah asked this question.

After thinking for a long time, he could only attribute the reason why the other party asked this question to the fact that Pakistan and India were the same land back then.

There are certain similarities between the two sides in terms of race and habits.

It's just that one side is a Hindu believer and the other side is a Muslim believer.

Rubbing his hair with both hands weakly, he said softly: "First, it takes time to increase these grains."

"Second, the increase of these grains is almost positively correlated with your population increase."

"As for more things, there is only a border between us. Once the road is built, you can sell the goods directly to us."

"Of course, you don't have to sell to us. You can sell to Europe or America."

"But I suggest you learn from us and store more grain."

The earnest words made Sah's face blush instantly, because after Lin Yu's explanation, he found that he was just overthinking.

Based on his understanding of his compatriots, if they have enough food and live a good life, they will definitely give priority to having children.

Alas——

With a long sigh, he supported the sand table with both hands and asked in a deep voice:

"Then, the last question, where do the fighters come from?"

"You know, the combat effectiveness of our Pakistani army... can only be said to be 50-50 with India. It is not enough to fight against elite terrorists."

"And Afghanistan."

"In your plan, Afghanistan is a weak point. For now, the most powerful fighters in their country are Americans."

"As we all know, Americans will never let you get what you want."

"And, in the According to the information, after you have finished your inspection here, you will go to Rabbi. "

"He is a Taliban."

"We have no problem dealing with them, but you have a big problem with them!"

"Some of the terrorists who attacked you are Taliban. According to their habits, I don't think they will attack..."

"Our own people!"

Sah deliberately emphasized the last three words "our own people". After saying that, he looked at Lin Yu with curiosity, wanting to see how this friend who came from afar would solve this problem.

If this can be solved here, then the stability of Pakistan is just around the corner!

I am only 43 years old. If this plan can be implemented within 20 years, then, with my position in this plan, I may be able to become a president.

Of course, this is a luxury. In fact, it only needs to be a senior official of the government, which is enough.

Raising his eyes and looking at Sah for a moment, Lin Yu turned around, supported the sand table with both hands, sat down on the edge of the sand table, and said:

"Manpower, your combat effectiveness is not enough, I can coordinate with the Iranian Revolutionary Guard."

"I can provide some equipment here."

"You must also provide some combat personnel on your side."

"Finally, I need to contact the rabbi to see what he thinks about the situation in Afghanistan. If he thinks it is more important for ordinary people to live a good life, then continue to contact him."

"If he agrees with their leader, the mullah, and believes that religion is above all else, and that religion can be used to eliminate other ethnic groups."

"Then I can only give up contacting him and give priority to Iran and Pakistan."

"Control the situation here and minimize it as much as possible. Wait until normal people appear among them, and then contact them."

"It is impossible that we will give up our plans if they don't agree."

Listening to these words, Sah subconsciously closed his eyes and recalled the Taliban he had come into contact with during this period.

Some were irritable and often talked about suicide attacks and the extermination of other ethnic groups, but there were also some normal ones.

They were thinking about why this time, everyone in Afghanistan was against them.

Thinking of Lin Yu's subsequent words, Sah suddenly found that this was feasible.

Thinking of this, Sah stopped talking and chose to stand up straight, extended his right hand to Lin Yu, and said softly:

"Mr. Lin, let's cooperate happily, let's cheer for the friendship between China and Pakistan!"

Lin Yu also extended his right hand and held the hand of the person in front of him tightly: "Come on!"

The two of them were cheering each other on. In the northwest direction, in Malistan, Afghanistan, Awul was cheering the person in front of him.

Physical refueling.

Adding gasoline.

90 # gasoline from Iran.

The high temperature in summer makes the gasoline evaporate faster.

The smell of the volatile gasoline is a little warm and a little weird, but it also smells a little good.

Holding the oil barrel, he poured all the gasoline in his hand on his compatriots. Awuli kicked the oil barrel aside with an irritated look on his face, took out a box of matches, and kept throwing them in his hand. At the same time, he looked at the old and young in front of him fiercely and asked:

"Where did Abu go?"

"If you want to live, then tell me where he is going. If not, then you all have to die!"

"Go to be buried with the guy who betrayed Allah, buried with him, understand?"

Awuli gritted his teeth, stared, and saliva fell from the corners of his mouth, like a devil from hell.

Compared with his fierce face, the dozen or so old and young in front of him seemed much calmer. They hugged each other, stared at their innocent eyes, and looked at Awuli calmly.

It was like the people under the stage watching the clown performance on the stage.

Seeing this look, Awuli subconsciously took out a match, lit one at random, and threw it at a 90-grade gasoline spilled on the ground next to him.

The trace of gasoline on the ground touched the match.

Bang!

It burned for a while, but soon went out because there was not enough oil.

Seeing that he could not scare the people in front of him, Awuli gritted his teeth, turned around and walked into the yard next to him. Not long after, he came out with a wooden stick with a piece of cloth tied to the top.

Reappearing in front of everyone, he took the wooden stick, rolled it over the tied people a few times, and then picked it up.

Then, in full view of everyone, he lit it with a match.

When the flames devoured the cloth strips on the top of the stick, Awuli raised the stick, looked up, and shouted to the surrounding valley:

"Abu Abiq, I know you haven't gone far. Now, if you don't want them to die, stand up yourself!"

"Then, commit suicide in front of me!"

"You have always advocated that ordinary people live well, so are you willing to watch them die?"

After shouting a few words and getting no response, Awuli turned his head and continued to force the people tied up behind him:

"Look, they don't dare to come out, so why do you have to suffer for them?"

This time, he still hit a wall.

The person in front of him, no one responded.

"Ha--" After a sneer, Awuli took a step back and threw the torch in his hand to the person in front of him.

Watching the flames burn, there was no change in his expression.

There was only deep regret.

Regret that he didn't shoot Abu directly when he was talking to him three hours ago.

Time goes back to three hours ago.

Seeing that the time given by the leader had come, Awuri went to Abu's residence and persuaded him to agree to plant poppies in the controlled area.

However, the other party still did not agree as usual.

Given that the other party was the leader of a region, Awuri returned to his residence first and reported the matter.

After the report was completed, his mission was officially activated, which became to kill Abu Abiq, the leader of the western region branch, and his die-hard followers.

Because of the other party's identity, Awuri decided to plan well to make his death look more normal.

However, he never expected that Abu would slip away immediately after he left.

Also missing were those veterans who had fought with Abu.

In less than an hour, hundreds of people in this big village disappeared directly.

Not a hair was left.

Awuri knew that this was because Abu had seen through his intentions, and at the same time he did not want to conflict with them, so he took people away directly.

However, this was inconsistent with his mission!

He had to kill the other party to complete the mission!

So, with a determined heart, Awuli grabbed several families who were close to Abu when he was stationed here and poured gasoline on them.

Now, a fire was lit.

The raging fire burned people, which made people extremely painful, and the ropes that tied people also disappeared under the gnawing of the flames. The hands and feet loosened, and the tied people rushed directly to Awuli.

But how can ordinary people resist a battle-hardened man?

Before he rushed out two steps, Awuli pulled the gun, loaded the bullets, and fired in one go.

The 30 bullets of the AK47, which had been used by several hands, were emptied in one breath. When the gunshots stopped, only a dozen burning bodies were left on the ground.

With a gloomy face, he looked at the corpse for a while, then waved his hand and shouted:

"Chase! Three hours, they can't run far, and there must be traces."

"Chase them and kill them. If you can't kill them, you have to delay them and let the main force come and kill them."

As a veteran of guerrilla warfare for many years, Awuli led his men to search in the village for a long time and finally found some traces.

Malistan is located in the valley and is a relatively large village, almost at the level of a town.

According to the clues, the people led by Abu should have gone further south along a valley in the south.

The map shows that at the end of this valley, over a mountain, there is another valley with a small river.

And at the exit of that valley, there is a road, which can extend all the way to Nimruz Province.

Taking a deep breath, Awuli waved his hand, took his men, jumped into the car, and commanded the main force to chase along the valley extending to the south.

After chasing for two or three kilometers, he saw traces left on the ground.

The ground, which was blown by the wind and sand, was covered with footprints of all sizes.

There were also tire marks.

After gesturing on the ground with his hands, Aulli waved his hands again: "Chase! They are in front. Kill them, we can grow poppies here, and we can get more and better equipment."

"By then, we can drive others out of Afghanistan."

Under his encouragement, the soldiers under his command suddenly sped up and continued to chase along the traces on the ground.

The pickup truck ran wildly on the deserted road, rolling up a long dragon of sand and dust.

As they chased, the valley was slowly narrowing and began to turn.

Just as they chased into the bend, the valley above their heads suddenly exploded.

More than a dozen rocks weighing more than a dozen tons were swept by the shock wave of the explosion and rushed towards the team below.

In just twenty seconds, the team in the valley was dispersed and buried.

After the explosion, at the top of the valley, Abu slowly appeared on the top of the hillside with a cold face, looking at the people buried by the rocks below with murderous intent.

After watching for a while, he waved his right hand and said, "Go down and kill them all. When you kill them, pay attention to the bombs in their hands."

After the others went down, he turned around and said to Nasat beside him, "Take a few people now and go to Maristein to tell our friends."

"Tell them that they can report our whereabouts to the mullah at any time in the future."

"No need to sacrifice for us."