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

Mateus' words silenced Barros.

During World War I, with the support of England and France, the Middle East gradually gained independence from the Ottoman Empire.

After independence, the first king of Syria, Faisal, came from the Kingdom of Hijaz and was the third son of Hussein ibn Ali of the Hashemite family.

After France took control of Syria, England felt that it was a bit troublesome to manage this land, so it manipulated it and threw Faisal to Iraq and became the king of Iraq.

Then, King Faisal's brother and Hussein's second son, Abdullah ibn Hussein, sent troops to Syria to prepare for war with the French.

Then, the English ceded the then Transjordan area to Abdullah and established the Emirate of Transjordan.

That is now Jordan.

Then, Faisal and Abdullah became half enemies.

Although the current king does not have much contact with Faisal I, many people in the two countries still cherish this old relationship.

If these people were to know, the Central Commander of the National Defense Forces and the Director of the Security and Intelligence Bureau were plotting to throw the Jordanian royal family out of their minds.

These people will definitely put the two of them together first and come up with two brains.

It took a lot of effort to get to where you are now, but you can't let others mess with your brain.

Barros looked on the map. He must give his own opinions on the cooperation between Lebanon and Saudi Arabia, otherwise, others will follow suit.

Even forces within Syria will slowly turn to Saudi Arabia.

This bad momentum must be suppressed.

The first thing he thought of was the Iranians, but he soon gave up this idea because according to relevant news, Suniya, the commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards, was in Lebanon. During the time when Acoma disappeared, Suniya was not There was no opportunity to clear out those loyal to Acoma.

But give these people a chance to choose.

This is too indecisive.

This is not the style of the Iranians. It should be that these people have reached some ulterior deals in private. Therefore, the Iranians must be temporarily kicked out of the alliance.

But...a country that has enmity with the Saudis...

Unable to find a suitable partner in the Middle East, Barros set his sights further afield.

With this release, he found two suitable targets.

Egypt, and Libya!

Pan-Arabism was an idea proposed by Nasser, the then president of Egypt. With the help of this concept, Egypt briefly became the big brother of the Arab world, and for a while, it was extremely popular.

But the happy time was short-lived. After Nasser passed away, the Egyptian laity began to fight for power and soon forgot Russell's words.

Egypt has become that waste again.

Of course, although the people are relatively weak, Egypt has never given up on the idea of ​​becoming the big brother of the Arab world again.

Now Saudi Arabia is using Nasser's words to win over Lebanon. Isn't this a kind of NTR?

If you Egyptians are still human beings and men, then you should stand up, take back this sentence, and hang this concept in front of the Egyptian Presidential Palace again.

It only takes a small spark to ignite a fire.

Keeping these thoughts in mind, Barros's eyes crossed Egypt, fell on Libya, and landed on Tripoli.

How could I have forgotten this great immortal?

The big brother of the Arab world, the great caliph, if you give these names to this guy, will he jump out?

Just do what you want and rearrange some ideas. Barros turned back and discussed with Mateus.

They were discussing, and the three people from the southern city of Lebanon, Nabatean, Acoma, Gler, and Suniya, also sat together and were also discussing.

But compared to the discussion between Barros and the two, this place was full of gunpowder.

"Akema, are you going to betray our faith?"

Facing the accusation, Acoma shook his head and responded with a serious expression:

"My faith has never changed. From the beginning, I have been fighting for the ordinary people of Palestine, but now I need to add the ordinary people of Lebanon. It is you, my dear Mr. Suniya, why are you looking at some strange things? Weird books?”

"Does this mean, Commander Sunia, your mind has been shaken?"

"No!" Sunia's face turned cold and she denied decisively. Then she withdrew her gaze from Acoma's face, fell on Greer, and asked:

"Mr. Greer, are you Christian Maronites ready to go to war with us?"

Facing the danger, Greer seemed as if he didn't hear it. He slowly raised his left hand, his eyes fell on his fingernails, he blew on it, and then picked it with his left hand. Then he put his gentle eyes on the opposite side, He responded calmly:

"I am here today as the Lebanese Minister of Defense, Gleir."

"Not a Maronite Christian, nor a Sunni Christian, and Akoma's identity is only the commander of the Milk Tea Party, not a Shiite."

"The purpose of our talk with you today is to tell you that we in Lebanon need development and our ordinary people also need to live a good life."

"We can fight Israel, but we will not accept another country controlling parties within our country."

"Similarly, if you Iranians want to operate in Lebanon, we welcome it. However, if you want to take the opportunity to control the parties in our country, then I can only say sorry."

"Can you understand me?"

"In a word, it's ok to cooperate but not to talk about control."

"Of course, you can also directly do something behind your back. We have no objection, but let me say it first. If someone within our ranks dies during this period, no matter who is responsible, I will put the blame on you, Iran." On the head.”

After Greer's red face sang, it was Acoma's turn to appear with a white face. He didn't speak at first, but bent down and started to take something out from his arms.

Those are small iron plates, each of which is only the size of a thumb.

Each iron plate has a name engraved on it, and some iron plates still have dark red traces, which are the traces left after the blood dries.

After taking out the iron plate, Acoma took out photos again, all of which were group photos.

In the black and white photos, there are smiling faces blooming like flowers.

The owners of these smiling faces are all very young, even a little too young.

Putting these two things in front of Sunia, Acoma said softly in an ethereal voice:

"These kids, they're Palestinian, they're Lebanese, but they're all Arab."

"They are all fighting for the future of the Arab people."

"What they want is an Arab world that is peaceful, harmonious, truly free and prosperous."

"Rather than an Arab world that is controlled by others, used as a victim by others, and can be sacrificed anytime and anywhere."

"For the sake of these children, I want to ask you, Commander Sunia, to change your mind and take the first step to make this world harmonious."

"Let us have a dialogue as equals, sit together as equals, discuss military plans, and then launch an attack on the Israelis together."

"how?"

Listening to these words, Sunia's expression became visibly serious. He wanted to know what they talked about behind the scenes this time Acoma went to Saudi Arabia, so that Saudi Arabia was so generous and willing to support them. .

At the same time, he wanted to know what the Saudis were supporting behind the scenes, so that Acoma dared to challenge him.

Supporting forces is simple to say and easy to do. It is nothing more than giving people money and food, and then the forces will rise.

But the problem is that it is difficult to talk about this matter, because the supporting forces must have sufficient combat effectiveness. If they do not have sufficient combat effectiveness, then it is all nonsense.

The Milk Tea Party is undoubtedly the sharpest knife polished by the Iranian Revolutionary Guards in the Mediterranean region.

Now this knife wants to escape, what kind of international joke are you kidding?

With a cold expression on her face, Sunia asked calmly:

"What if I don't agree?"

After asking this question, he leaned forward slightly and pressed the soles of his feet firmly on the ground. This was an action that made it easier to exert force.

As long as the person opposite dares to take action, he can overturn the table in front of him immediately and smash it on the heads of the two people opposite him. Then, the chair under his butt is his most powerful weapon.

It only takes 10 seconds for him to kill the two people in front of him, and then, using the name of the imam, he says that these two people want to kill him and he is just forced to resist.

By weathering the storm first, people at home can save themselves as soon as possible.

He thought a lot, but to his surprise, Greer on the opposite side did not explain much about his words. He just shook his head and said softly:

"It's okay if you don't agree. We'll talk about it when the time comes. Let's go first."

After leaving a few words, Greer turned around and left with Acoma. Outside the villa, the originally noisy milk tea party also turned around to follow the two of them as they left.

Soon they disappeared, leaving only the people brought by Sunia himself and some local people who were willing to join them.

Soon, several representatives from these people appeared and came to Suniya together. Without any unnecessary words, they just raised their hands and slowly crossed their necks.

But looking at their actions, Sunia didn't express anything. After a long time, he shook his head at these people and rejected their ideas:

"During this period, everyone must stay at the station, be vigilant, and be ready for battle at any time. Don't run around to prevent them from finding excuses."

After instructing the people below, Sunia returned to the room, and at this time, his intelligence officer quietly handed over a piece of information.

[On the basis of the previous joint defense, Saudi Arabia purchased a batch of equipment from China to give to the Milk Tea Party. At the same time, it also invited some agricultural experts to conduct agricultural planting training based on the climate in southern Lebanon. 】

Seeing the words equipment and agricultural planting training, all the doubts in Sunia's heart were explained at this moment.

There are thousands of armed organizations, large and small, in the Middle East. Among these armed organizations, there are only a few hundred armed organizations with regular equipment that can compete with the general army.

Among these hundreds of armed organizations, less than one-tenth have heavy firepower and can compete with ordinary armored vehicles and tanks.

The equipment in the hands of the Milk Tea Party can compete with armored vehicles and tanks, but it can only compete with them because their weapons, equipment and supplies are restricted by Iran.

Now, those bastards in Saudi Arabia have come to an end and purchased equipment directly from China and then transferred it to Lebanon and gave it to the Milk Tea Party.

This solves their equipment logistics problem.

And the more fatal point is agricultural planting training.

This means that with the connivance of Lebanon, Saudi Arabia intends to help the Milk Tea Party to establish a suitable base in southern Lebanon.

This is to win the hearts of the people!

As long as these two pieces of news are released, even if they kill Arkema and Grail by themselves, their followers can still drive themselves out.

Because no one can resist the temptation of eating, and there are too many hungry people in Lebanon.

This is an open conspiracy!

Is this a solution that Saudi Arabia’s pig brain can come up with?

No, there should be someone behind the scenes!

Who is it?

In doubt, Sonia picked up the book on the table again. This time he did not open it, but kept stroking the cover with his fingers. He was hesitating.

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On the other side, at Liancheng Port, Lin Yu stood on the dock, his hands folded in front of his chest, facing the sunset, and kept sighing:

"I have come to Liancheng Port so many times, but this is the first time that I can load these equipment onto the ship in front of the workers, under the eyes of others."

Next to him is Kang Fei from the after-sales department.

The 32-year-old director of the after-sales department, wearing a work suit, holding a folder in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, made a mark on the folder in front of him when he saw the container crane lifting a container.

While the crane was putting the container away, he turned his head and said to Lin Yu:

"So the factory director just packed us up and threw us out?"

"What do you mean by throwing? They paid the labor fee, and we have after-sales service for these equipment. Isn't it normal for you after-sales department people to go out with the equipment, collect data, and then maintain and manage the equipment?"

Lin Yu glanced at Kang Fei, there was nothing he could do, this time Awad gave too much.

Moreover, he really needs the data this time.

Because this time, in addition to the small cars, there are also several self-propelled truck guns loaded on the ship.

Only a large number of actual combat can test the quality of these things. The after-sales department will follow them and quickly repair them if they are damaged.

During the repair process, the corresponding repair data can be compiled into a report, and then the R\u0026D and production departments can make adjustments. The next thing that comes out will be better equipment.

Watching the container slowly loading, Lin Yu turned around and said to Kang Fei:

"Be careful when you go out, but you have to remember one thing, we don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble."

"If someone dares to do something behind the scenes, just kill him directly."