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Chapter 60: The Attack and Defense Are Different! (First Update!)

The feeling of weightlessness came, and before Khalid could react, he felt several pairs of hands catching him steadily.

The next second, the man was thrown into the sky again.

This happened several times before the group finally stopped and put Khalid down.

The originally mature and steady little Sadr turned into a complete madman at this moment. He threw himself on the mortar, and his slender fingers stroked the barrel inch by inch. His blue eyes began to show signs of turning green.

Seeing his appearance, the group of people around him couldn't help but take a few steps back. Khalid retreated the fastest and the farthest.

After looking at the mortar for a while, little Sadr put away the excitement on his face, turned around seriously, and wanted Khalid to teach him how to operate the gun.

But before he could open his mouth, Khalid took the lead:
"Let's go, it's time to take the things back!"

"what?"

"Two explosions in a row, someone should be coming soon. This thing is not suitable to be exposed now. If it is exposed, we will be in big trouble."

With just a few words, Khalid successfully dispelled Sadr's idea of ​​continuing to play with mortars.

If I were to describe Iraq's 43.83 square kilometers of land in one sentence, it would be that the water is shallow and there are many turtles, and there are big brothers everywhere.

The first is the Shia and Sunni factions in Iraq. This is a grudge that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it was then infinitely magnified during the tenure of the former president.

In addition, there are several factions within the Shiites and Sunnis, and these factions often fight to the death. If there is an opportunity to stab each other, they will stab without hesitation.

Beyond religious factions, there are also the Kurds in the north.

This small place is sponsored by Türkiye, Iran, and America.

They don't mind being crowded.

In addition to local factions, there are also foreign troublemakers.

NATO, the Gulf States, Russia.

Every faction here wishes that all the other factions would be wiped out.

If others knew that I had a powerful weapon in my hand, the guys around me would definitely unite without hesitation and put a hat on me.

It's even possible that he could team up with America and get himself a bag of laundry detergent.

Once this happens, my father is likely to give up on me, and then I will be helpless.

After taking a deep breath, little Sadr tilted his head:
"Zaide, take a few people to deal with the scene. The rest of you, quickly load the cannons and electric pressure cookers onto the truck and send them back to the city."

"Go north along the desert first, make a circle and then return to the city."

"Khalid, you and I will ride in the same car."

After giving instructions to his subordinates, young Sadr jumped directly onto the truck loaded with electric pressure cookers and mortars and acted as a truck driver.

Khalid also got into the state and directed the people below to dismantle it quickly. In less than 5 minutes, the mortar was dismantled and loaded onto the truck, and no trace of it could be seen.

The vehicles started and then dispersed.

The truck drove north along the edge of the desert until farmland appeared in the headlights. Only then did Sadr Jr. turn east and slowly enter Karbala.

After returning to the base, little Sadr finally felt relieved and had time to ask Khalid for more information.

In the dimly lit room, little Sadr sat cross-legged and pushed a plate of crispy naan and a plate of yogurt in front of Khalid before opening the conversation:

"Did you do anything else when you went to China this time, besides what you mentioned not long ago?"

"for example……"

He danced a little, waited for Khalid to look up at him, and then quickly added:

"For example, this so-called cannon and that so-called electric pressure cooker, can China supply them?"

At the other end of the carpet, Khalid's eyes moved away from little Sadr and returned to the plate of naan and yogurt.

He now understood why Ahmed had said when they were having dinner at Hua Xia that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

This looks really makes me not want to eat it.

But if I don’t eat, I’ll be hungry again.

He reached out and broke off a piece of naan, wrapped it in yogurt, and finally stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it in three or two bites.

With a little food in his empty stomach, Khalid's tired body felt relieved. He took a breath of fresh air, opened his clothes, and took out the note that Ahmed had given him from his inside pocket.

With a flick of his hand, the note landed in little Sadr's hands:
"This is the after-sales service for the mortar, which means how many ammunition packs are needed to hit the target according to the kilometer."

"This time when I went to China, I bought a $500 million electric pressure cooker and a $500 million mortar."

"The situation inside is special, so I haven't contacted you. You need to explain this to your father."

"As for the supply issue..."

The words stopped, and Khalid couldn't help but think of what Lin Yi said.

During normal working hours, 1 electric pressure cookers are used every day.

With overtime, we can produce 2 units a day.

I felt terrified at the time, and when I think about it now, I still feel terrified.

He raised his hands and gently patted his cheeks a few times, then continued:
"You don't have to worry about the supply. The original supply of electric pressure cookers worth $500 million was over 68000 units, and that Chinese guy replenished it to 7 units for me."

"If he produces at full capacity, he can produce 2 units a day..."

"As for the mortars..."

"His factory is still under construction. Once it's completed, it will only take about a month to deliver all the orders. If it goes into full production, it will be able to produce about 1000 gas cylinders a day."

"You... don't have to worry at all..."

"What you need to worry about is where we can get so much explosives. If we don't have enough TNT, then we need to get enough ammonium nitrate."

"As long as we have enough ammonium nitrate to make explosives, we..."

He paused and slowly raised his eyes. Under the light, his blue eyes were particularly bright.

Especially divine.

Just as Little Sadr was about to ask the rest of the question, a light voice rang out in the room:

"We can counterattack!"

"We can blow up those NATO bunkers, blow up those Kurdish houses, and blow up the homes of those Sunni bastards."

"The situation has changed! We can counterattack!"

The voice was not loud, and was even a little hoarse, but this hoarse voice made little Sadr very excited.

In 2003, the Iraq War broke out.

Since then, the sound of gunfire in Iraq has never stopped.

Six years have passed since 2003. If we endure for a while longer, it will be seven years.

Seven years of chaos have made people tired of everything and many people have begun to get used to it.

No one likes war.

If nothing happens, these opposition forces will have to exit the stage of history.

If these powerful weapons brought back by Khalid are used properly, they can indeed launch a counterattack, drive out the NATO forces led by America, and cut off all those hands reaching out to Iraq.

Let the Iraqis govern Iraq themselves.

Let Iraq become peaceful, harmonious and prosperous again!
Of course, it would be best if I could become president.

(End of this chapter)