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Chapter 64: The Letter of Invitation! (First Update!)

"It's true that a veteran is worth two. It's great to have a teacher!"

"Graduate students are good. They are more useful than undergraduates."

"Teacher, don't worry. I promise to promote Teacher Cai vigorously and help him become famous."

At the grilled fish stall, Lin Yi listened to the voice on the phone and kept agreeing.

After a long time, the phone was hung up and he breathed a sigh of relief.

When I turned around, I found that there was only a fish skeleton left on the grilled fish on the table. The skeleton was lying on the plate with its head raised high, as if it had died with its eyes open.

When Lin Yi looked at the plate of grilled fish, Ji Shuangshuang happened to burp.

The sound was so loud that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

But the ground beneath his feet was concrete and he couldn't dig, so he could only sit there and feel Lin Yi's inquiring gaze.

Even more embarrassing.

Here, Lin Yi and his friend were experiencing the nightlife of Suzhou. Six hours to the west in Iraq, Khalid was feeling the despair of life.

After several days of preparation, he obtained dozens of rice cookers and pressure cookers from all over the world.

At the same time, they also made a lot of gas tanks of various models and capacities, and also made corresponding modifications based on the gas tanks sold by Lin Yi.

In addition, he also commissioned someone to imitate several electric pressure cookers.

The result of all this effort is that the power of these things is not as great as they imagined.

With a clang, Khalid kicked an electric rice cooker away, grabbed the pressure cooker next to him, and smashed it down with force.

The aluminum pressure cooker collided with the hard floor tiles with a clang, the floor tiles broke, and the pressure cooker deflated.

His hands were numbed by the shock.

Feeling the pain in his hand, he kicked another rice cooker away, then collapsed to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and kept asking:

"What went wrong?"

"Which link increases the power of the explosion?"

"The signal receiving module definitely can't increase the power of the explosion, and neither can the small battery inside. Material?"

At this moment, Khalid seemed to have found his backbone. He quickly stood up and tightly wrapped his hands around little Sadr's shoulders:

“When will the European material testing report be available?”

The next second, little Sadr gave him an answer that made him give up:

"It will take at least eight months for the news to come back from there."

"Fuck!" Khalid let go and spat on the ground again.

Eight months, it’s only ten months after giving birth to a child. If you get a report after eight months, the opportunity will be gone.

He turned around and kicked away all the imitation things on the ground, then he let out a reluctant breath:

"The Chinese people do have their own unique characteristics."

After exhaling, Khalid seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit. His body fell limply and lay motionless on the carpet, his pair of light blue eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

Little Sadr watched from the side, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Without saying anything, he just lay down beside her and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The two of them lay on the ground like this for a long time. Khalid turned his head and looked at little Sadr and asked:

"Are Muhammad and the others coming back soon?"

Little Sadr, lying on the ground, jumped when he heard this. "The news I heard before I came to you is that all the electric pressure cookers have been delivered, a total of 7."

"Mohammed has already left on a plane with 1000 of them."

"The remaining 69000 are still at the port waiting to be loaded onto ships."

"In addition to the 1000 electric pressure cookers, Muhammad also brought five cannons and 100 118-liter shells."

"If we hurry, we'll be able to see those things the day after tomorrow, which is around the 18th."

It was a happy thing that the old friend returned with the equipment, so Khalid lay on the ground and jumped a little.

After adjusting his new posture, he turned his head slightly and asked Little Sadr:

"What's your father's opinion?"

"Father just said, let's make a big noise and present a good letter of surrender."

"We need to change the landscape now."

These words made Khalid fall into memory. After a few seconds, he shrugged helplessly. Sadr's words were right. The Chinese suddenly extended an olive branch at this time, so they were the ones who accepted it.

It's time to make a pledge of allegiance.

Regardless of whether the other party accepts it or not, at least you should let people see your usefulness.

He turned over and stood up, walked out the door, turned right in the yard, and walked towards the room on the right.

As he lifted the curtain and entered the room, Khalid pressed the switch on the wall. The light came on and the furnishings in the room appeared before his eyes.

The room was empty, yet full.

Because there was only one thing in this room, which was the big table in the middle, and on the table was a map of the entire Iraq.

This map includes Iraq, as well as parts of several neighboring countries.

There are several obvious marking points on the map, and around these marking points are densely packed text records.

The text is very thin, and if you don't pay attention, you might think it's a pattern caused by printing at first glance.

Khalid stood beside the map, greedily looking at the marked points on the map, but soon, the greed in his eyes disappeared, leaving only endless regret.

At this moment, footsteps sounded. He knew it was Little Sadr without turning around. He simply pointed to the marked point on the map and asked:
"What do you think?"

This question made little Sadr roll his eyes.

He glanced at Khalid and asked with a roll of his eyes:

"Should I look at it with my head?"

"If it were me, I would want to work at Baghdadi's Al Asad Air Base, but the problem is that it is not our territory."

"The only remaining valuable bases in Erbil and Haniel Air Base are further away."

"The closest one to us is the Taji Joint Training Base in the town of Taji, north of Baghdad. To get there, we have to go through Baghdad."

"As for Baghdad International Airport, there are American advisors there, but the problem is that if you kill them, Americans won't feel any pain."

"So, tell me, who should we get?"

Little Sadr's voice became louder and louder. At the end, Khalid simply picked his ears with his hands and flicked away the non-existent earwax.

Then he blew on his fingers calmly, and squinted his eyes at little Sadr:

"I think you need to learn more."

At this word, little Sadr's face turned red instantly, and he wanted to speak fiercely, but before he could open his mouth, he was blocked by Khalid.

He grabbed a small wooden stick from under the table, pointed it at the map, and said calmly:

"The targets you mentioned are indeed valuable, but attacking them is not in our current interests."

"Al-Asad Air Base is the most important base for America and NATO in Iraq. Attacking this place will hurt them, but it will also be tantamount to seeking death."

"Those two bases in the north are in the hands of the Kurds. If we were to seize them, we would undoubtedly break ranks with the Kurds, which is not in our immediate interests."

"Don't forget, we have people inside Taji Air Base and Baghdad International Airport, and we took great pains to get into these two places."

"If we attack, we will have to use these people. Using them means we will be exposed, and we cannot afford the loss."

"And Taji Base is a capable place? It's the second headquarters of the Air Force!"

The small wooden stick knocked on these points one by one, and then Khalid knocked it to another marked point:

"I personally prefer to attack these outposts!"

Little Sadr followed his gaze and it fell on the marked points.

In 2003, after the Americans conquered Iraq, they supported an obedient government, and then set up several large bases and countless outposts with the new government as the core and American soldiers as the auxiliary.

The role of the outpost is actually more like a camera. When it sees an enemy, it calls on the bombers from the large base to carry out an airdrop attack.

To pull out an outpost is like knocking out one eye after another.

He lay on the map and studied it bit by bit according to Khalid's ideas.

His fingers slid across one marked point after another, and finally, he came to a conclusion.

That was Khalid's plan, more suitable than his plan of attacking the base.

Rather than failing to attack the American base, it is better to attack their outpost directly.

They dare not go out and can only hide in large bases.

By doing this, you are strengthening yourself while weakening the opponent in disguise.

(End of this chapter)