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Chapter 2497 I Will Give You a Country (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
"It feels so great to be noticed!"

Isabella smiled broadly after the interview.

With an ordinary appearance, she never imagined that one day she would be surrounded and interviewed by reporters from all over the world. People were curious about her, wanted to know her, and wanted to know what drove her to come to this unfamiliar country.

For peace, for the children, for the future, for the world...

Of course, none of this was interviewed. Being noticed is even more gratifying. From Paris to Damascus, what did she, who is usually just an unknown person, feel?

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

The feeling of being noticed and valued!

Her room was on the fifteenth floor. Pushing open the balcony door, she could see the entire city. The whole city was yellow—yellow buildings, yellow streets, yellow… This was a color unique to the Middle East, dry and monotonous.

But in any case, it was different from what I had imagined; there was no smell of gunpowder at all.

At dinner, the hotel banquet hall was laden with a sumptuous feast, featuring roasted lamb chops, hummus, roasted vegetables, and a variety of desserts. Officials, including Karim, dined with the guests, and throughout the meal, many expressed their gratitude to the pacifists.

"Your arrival strengthens our belief that peace can continue."

Karim raised his glass and said loudly:

"Cheers to peace!"

"For peace."

Everyone responded in unison, their glasses clinking together with a crisp sound. Isabella took a small sip of the local wine; it was rich and sweet.

She looked at the people around her chatting happily. Although they came from all over the world, the language barrier seemed to disappear completely at this moment, leaving only a shared hope for peace.

After dinner, Isabella, Tom, Herman, and others went to the hotel terrace. As night fell, the night view of Damascus was particularly enchanting, with thousands of lights illuminating the city and the melodious sounds of evening prayers drifting from the distant mosques.

Will war really come?

Isabella asked softly, a hint of confusion in her voice.

Tom looked at the communications building in the distance, which stood like a giant in the night, brightly lit. If it weren't for the many roadblocks and anti-aircraft guns on the road, there would be no sign of war breaking out here.

"The coalition's deployment has been ongoing, and their embassies have all been evacuated. Currently, only some embassies of Eastern countries remain in Damascus. War could break out at any time, and these countries could be invaded at any moment."

His voice was deep as he said:
"The calm here is only on the surface; many families have already quietly prepared refuge supplies."

Hermann leaned against the railing, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
"That's why our arrival is all the more meaningful. We've come here to show the world that Damascus is a city worth protecting, that its people love peace, and that its civilization cannot be destroyed."

He paused and continued:
“Our bodies are a shield of peace; as long as we stand here, they won’t drop bombs here.”

At this moment, as they spoke of all this, their expressions were solemn, as if they were discussing something very noble.

But they clearly didn't consider one question—what would the other side do if it were a barbaric country?
Can they stop the barbarians' bombs by standing above those military targets?
Or rather, how could the barbarians' bombs be limited to just those targets? They destroyed the entire city!
But these naive people paid no attention to any of this; they were just indulging in self-pity, looking down at the still brightly lit streets.

They have never been protecting ordinary people!

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Isabella got up, washed, and went to the hotel lobby. Her companions had already begun to gather, each with a refreshed and energetic look on their faces. Karim arrived on time with several staff members.

"Gentlemen, the vehicles are ready. We can now depart for our respective posts."

The pacifists from various countries split into several groups and boarded vehicles bound for the communications building, the airport, and other key facilities. Isabella's group headed towards the communications building.

The vehicle drove smoothly through the streets of Damascus. Isabella looked out the window, praying in her heart that war would not break out!

At this very moment, the people inside the car believe that what they are doing is just, and they believe that they will use their own bodies to build an unbreakable shield of peace for this ancient city.

Meanwhile, aboard the command ship "Shenshan," Gu Changchuan, listening to the report on the so-called "Peace Shield," couldn't help but sneer:

"What a bunch of idiots! What do they think they're protecting? If it were anyone else, they would have just destroyed the entire city. The Peace Shield is nothing but a bullying act against civilization. Why didn't they put on such a show when Syria invaded Lebanon?"

Hearing the commander's mocking laughter, the chief of staff asked:
"General, what do we do now? These targets are already in our strike plan." Faced with the chief of staff's question, Gu Changchuan answered directly:
"My goal is to win the war, and war always inevitably causes collateral damage! I will not send my soldiers to their deaths because of a few idiots!"

The cold words left the British officers stunned. Some were about to say that those people were civilians, and Western civilians at that, but they stopped themselves.

Indeed, when has war ever been without its harms?

While everyone was speechless, Gu Changchuan turned his head and asked:
"Have our special forces gone in yet?"

……

As the camel caravan crossed the border, he was to the northwest, far from the border checkpoint, where a dirt road led from Jordan to Syria. Night fell, with only the faint glow of the stars. Some lights flickered dimly to his right, likely belonging to Syrian patrols, but the desert ahead stretched endlessly.

The map shows that it is a full 100 kilometers from here to Suwayda.

Gustav wanted to leave the camels there; he needed to transfer them to cars there.

Gustav, riding his camel, was dressed as a Bedouin, just like his comrades—the best cover in the Arab world. The Bedouins moved freely. They wouldn't fight the invading armies, for they had seen it all before—Saras and Turks, Crusaders and Crusader Knights, Germans and French, British. They had all survived, entirely because they didn't get involved in politics or military affairs.

Many regimes have tried to tame them, but none have succeeded. For over a thousand years, they have maintained an unchanging way of life.

After crossing the border, Gustav used a compass to guide his way to his destination. He guessed that the Syrian Croats might patrol the roads, or even the dirt tracks, but would never venture into the desolate desert.

"Captain, they've arrived at the rendezvous point."

The speaker was Wades, an Italian with a beard. Like the rest of the team, he wore an Arab robe and looked no different from an ordinary Bedouin.

"Yes, we're almost there too."

High above them, a Reaper drone was tracking the special forces unit. As one of the first units to enter Syria, they were not on a combat mission, but rather there to make contact with the locals.

The Druze people living in Suwayda province have always had a strong desire for independence. However, they lack the strength to achieve it. Since they happen to live in southern Syria, and the SEA also has this need (as it needs to control the southern region), supporting a pro-SEA Druze armed force to occupy Suwayda province and even gain independence is the best option to ensure the security of the oil pipeline.

Therefore, according to the military intelligence forces' plan, special forces would first enter Syria from Jordan to operate with the locals.

During the coalition's military operations, they helped the Druze people launch an uprising, thereby gaining control of Suwayda province and southern Syria.

Soon, they met at the designated rendezvous point. The Druze man at the rendezvous looked at the special forces arriving on camels, somewhat disappointed. He glanced behind them and asked in English:

"Shouldn't you have planes and tanks? Why are there only a few of you? How can we defeat the Lion's army with just you guys?"

Upon hearing the correct question, Gustav said:
"Sir, you will see our planes and tanks, but not now."

He also observed the group of people driving dilapidated, rusty pickup trucks with several passengers in the back. Then he noticed a young man wearing a white linen towel peeking out from behind a pile of pebbles by the roadside. He also saw the tip of the young man's rifle flash and disappear behind the pebbles.

Didn't they bring tanks?

"They said not now,"

"Without tanks, how can we defeat the army in Damascus!"

The young man walked over and sighed. He was holding a rifle in his hand—an old-fashioned MSA36, a French-made rifle, the kind that should even be in an antique shop.
These are the weapons they possess.

Seeing their disappointed expressions, Gustav, who spoke Arabic, said:

"You will not only see them later, but you will also get tanks, but first, you should get better weapons—like..."

He pointed to the pack bags on either side of the camel's body and said:

"There are the AK47s you need, bombs, and ammunition. In the days to come, you will receive even more weapons, my friends. Now is your chance to win a nation that belongs to the Druze!"

Now that they have the opportunity, it remains to be seen whether they can seize it.

(End of this chapter)