Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 300 Tribal Meeting
The next day, in the office of the leader of the Kadafa tribe, an ordinary-looking middle-aged Arab man sat on a chair. There was a long scar on his face. As the muscles trembled, the scar twisted like a centipede. Moving, it looks particularly penetrating.

He stared sharply at Hussein in front of him, and his tone was stern and cold to the bone.

"Has the manpower been arranged?"

"Everything is ready, Father, it's time to return the Kadafa tribe to Gaddafi again!"

Hussein's eyes were bright and full of passion, and his tone revealed determination.

In Hussein's heart, he always believed that it was Gaddafi who made the Kadafa tribe great, and only Gaddafi could make the Kadafa tribe great again.

In fact, it’s okay to say so. In the early 1940s, the Kadafa tribe was still a small community living in the Fezzan region of southern Libya. The tribe’s number was less than 50,000. They maintained their livelihood through animal husbandry and hunting, and every family lived an extremely difficult life. The Gaddafi family was the leader of the tribe at that time, and their life was also extremely difficult. It was his father who insisted that he receive an education.

At that time, the young Omar Mohamed Gaddafi had to trek across the desert for several hours every day to reach his school in Sirte. You know, it was several hours of walking, and it was still a desert. , most people can bear it, let alone every day, one time is enough to persuade 90% of people, not to mention he is still a young child, which shows that he already has enough tenacity and tenacity at a young age will.

It was Gaddafi who created the glory of the Kadafa tribe and gave Libya a short-term order. If he had not taken too big and too hasty a step, he might have been in office for many years. Maybe Libya would not be in the current situation. Whether he was a dictator or a revolutionary, it is undeniable that he was worthy of his country and the civilians under his rule.

"Call all the elders to the conference hall for a meeting."

"Lord Chief."

Hussein's father sat in the main seat, his eyes opening and closing with a biting cold light.

Hussein's father gave the order decisively, his tone was firm and as cold as iron.

"Now that everyone is here, I'll start."

Hussein took the order and went to make arrangements. Although the elders who received the summons were a little confused, they still obeyed the order and went to the conference hall. After all, his father was still the nominal leader of the tribe. In any case, the elders also They will not refuse. Instead, they want to see if the other party can come up with a good solution at this juncture that can return Tripoli to the control of the Kadafa tribe.

In the conference hall, a group of elders sat down one after another, with basic respect on their faces towards the leader sitting on the main seat.

"Yes, Father!"

"The Kadafa tribe cannot just be driven out of Tripoli in such disgrace. I sent Hussein to seek reinforcements a few days ago. He fulfilled his mission and found a strong reinforcement for us. It is time for us to start our counterattack. "

This is also a characteristic of the Arabs. No matter how dissatisfied they are with the leader, as long as the other party is still the tribal chief, then superficial respect must be in place, otherwise he will be spurned.

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the scene fell into a brief silence, and then chaotic sounds broke out.

"What?" "Is anyone willing to support us?"

Everyone was chattering, and the scene was extremely noisy for a while, like a vegetable market, giving people a splitting headache. "quiet!"

Hussein's father knocked on the table and stopped the noise.

"Sorry, Sir Chief, we are rude, but I still want to ask, is the reinforcement you mentioned really reliable?"

As the chief elder of the tribe, he had not participated in the discussion. After the scene calmed down, he raised his own question. This was a very critical question.

"Of course, you can rest assured on this. Just last night, the other party sent us a batch of new weapons and equipment, which is enough for us to finish this battle, and the price is also very reasonable, and, We have also agreed that they will send a sufficient number of military advisers to us, and even dispatch their action teams to help us quickly defeat the enemy if necessary. "

After listening to the chief's explanation, the first elder looked a little confused for a moment. He wanted to smell something more, but finally swallowed it. The other elders did the same. In their hearts, they felt something bad at this moment. A premonition, as if his life is no longer under his control.

"Everyone, you are all the mainstay of the tribe. You have devoted your whole life to the tribe over the years. But I want to ask you a question. Khadafah was once great because of Gaddafi, and now it can become great again because of Gaddafi. Do you agree?"

The chief's question is a very acute one. If everyone present agrees, it means that from now on, the surname Gaddafi must be respected, and from now on, the chief's orders must be the guideline, and cannot be violated as they are now, and even I got into the trap of emptiness.

The great elder glanced at the other party in surprise. Then he lowered his eyes and said nothing. No one knew what he was thinking.

But others obviously don't have such profound skills as him, and they are unable to deal with everything calmly and silently weigh the pros and cons.

"Haha, Kadafah was indeed great because of Gaddafi, but similarly, we also came to an end because of Gaddafi. The old era has passed, Lord Sheikh."

This answer is completely shameless. Let me tell you clearly that you are the sheikh, yes, and your surname is Gaddafi. However, this is not the Gaddafi era, but a new era. You Why do you say that Kadafa will become great again because of you?
"Third Elder, it seems you don't agree with me."

The chief didn't say much, just replied casually.

And with someone taking the lead, others will naturally relax their vigilance and start to express their opinions.

"What the third elder said is true. The Gaddafi era has long passed. Now is a new era. We should not always remember the past."

"Sir Chief, it is true that your surname is Gaddafi, and it is true that you want the Kadafa tribe to be great again, but you cannot erase Gaddafi's fault because of this."

For a time, everyone started discussing, but no one expressed agreement with the chief's speech. Everyone was overtly and covertly rejecting the chief's statement.

As for the chief, his eyes were lowered, just like the great elder, and he was not affected at all by the people's slanderous or sarcastic words.

(End of this chapter)