Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 14 The Girl Arrives at the Front

Reinforcements from headquarters arrived at the Nukoshir outpost, along with a missionary team from the church.

In this country where the entire population is religious, Islam is the state religion of both sides, and the church has an inseparable relationship with everything from military and political affairs to daily life.

Lu Lin looked at the young girl in front of him, wearing a dark red robe and with cascading black hair. Her long hair reminded him of his distant hometown.

Beside the girl stood a dozen or so people in white robes, holding scriptures, their expressions solemn, looking like extras who had just stepped out of a religious documentary.

An elderly man with a white beard stepped forward and extended his hand to Lu Lin, saying, "We are a missionary team sent by the church, responsible for the ideological education of the soldiers and leading daily prayers. You can call me Imam Kalim, Lieutenant Colonel Amir."

Oh, so you're the political commissar.

An imam is a "leader of prayer" in Islam, somewhat similar to a pastor in Christianity.

"Kalim Imam." Lu Lin shook hands in greeting, then looked at the girl curiously and asked, "And who is this?"

The girl's identity was clearly unusual. In Arab countries at that time, women were not allowed to join the army, let alone show their faces in public. Yet, she appeared at the border outpost.

Then the girl introduced herself: "My name is Yehena bin Rashid, and I am a 'prophet'."

prophet?

Ah, this damned feudal superstition!

Lu Lin originally thought it was a church position like "Imam." He wasn't interested in these messy religions anyway, and when he heard that "prophet" was such a religious profession, he immediately lost interest.

What's the use of being good-looking? It's not as attractive as the M101 howitzer in the background!
Lu Lin handed over the task of arranging the propaganda team to Khalid. He took the list of items and finally met the artillery regiment he had been longing for.

The headquarters' original statement was "to provide the artillery regiment's equipment to the 1st Mechanized Infantry Battalion to expand its strength," while its organizational structure remained under the division headquarters.

So Lu Lin, the battalion commander, actually ended up with an artillery regiment.

But no one dared to say a word. After all, if you inquired about the battalion commander's background, even the brigade commander would have to say, "That really is too little."

They provided a total of 18 M114 howitzers with a caliber of 155mm, which had a maximum range of 14 kilometers.

Although it can't compare to the M50 in Zion, Lu Lin has an external cheat; precision guidance is no joke.

As for company-level units, they are equipped with M2 mortars, which can effectively kill targets within four kilometers.

In addition, this artillery regiment is also equipped with a logistics company and a communications platoon. From Lu Lin's perspective, this is the best artillery unit that Shuangzhi can offer.

"Just promote me to regimental commander, that would sound better," Lu Lin muttered to himself.

Ahmed patted the green truck, which had a huge metal box on the back with the words "US ARMY" printed on the side.

"Although it's an old relic left over from the United States, at least we have radar now."

The SCR-270 radar was an early warning system from World War II. Its massive antenna array resembled a giant metal spider web. Despite its bulkiness, it could detect enemy aircraft at a range of 160 kilometers. It was one of the few air defense early warning systems in Shuangzhi and was usually deployed around the capital.

(SCR-270 radar)

"There are probably only two or three of these in the whole country. I've only seen them during training. They're treasured in the border region. I never thought we'd get them."

Major Bandar's tone was sour; those with connections certainly receive different treatment.

In addition to the artillery equipment, the headquarters also sent a special box with a seal on it.

“This is a private donation from Prince Talal, the commander of the Tabuk Military District,” the quartermaster said.

"What's inside?" Lu Lin asked.

"They are just some privately collected firearms and ammunition."

Lu Lin removed the seal, and good heavens, it almost blinded him.

The box was lined with deep red velvet. A pure gold Colt revolver came into view, and next to it was an AK of the same pure gold, engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns.

On the lower level are three gilded Makarov pistols, with turquoise inlaid on the grips bearing the royal emblem, and the Arabic inscription "There is no god but God" engraved on the bottom of the magazines.

A box of .357 Magnum bullets was placed in an ornate ivory box, with the bullets painted red and each cartridge case plated with gold.

“These are all capable of firing,” the quartermaster explained. Lu Lin’s eyes widened in disbelief, but then he remembered that he was, after all, a prince, and such things meant nothing to him.

He resisted the urge to reach out and touch it, thinking that the royal family of Shuangzhi was indeed as wealthy as rumored, although this might only be the tip of the iceberg he had seen.

After circling around, Lu Lin noticed that the girl named Yehena was following him. He asked in surprise, "Uh, aren't you traveling with the propaganda team?"

Yehena pointed to herself and said, "My mission is to stay by the Supreme Commander's side. Wherever you go, I will go."

Ok?
Lu Lin's mind cleared instantly. What was this all about?

Could it be that the "prophet" is a personal maid sent by the royal family or the church?

The unlucky author finally figured out how to give the protagonist a girl!
"Were you thinking something very rude just now?" Yehena's face showed a hint of disdain. "I'm only responsible for protecting your safety, not warming your bed like the maids in your house."

"How are you going to protect me?" Lu Lin asked curiously. "You mean you can catch bullets with your bare hands on the battlefield?"

“I am from the Rashid family.” Yehena glanced at him.

Rashid family?
I'm still a member of the royal family!

Seeing that Lu Lin was confused, the girl explained, "A small number of people in the Rashid family inherit a special ability that gives them a warning before danger arrives. The church calls us 'prophet,' which is why I joined the preaching team."

"Oh!" Lu Lin understood, clapping his hands and saying, "You have 'spider-sense'!"

Yehena asked with a puzzled look, "What is spider-sensing?"

"Uh, it's the same idea as what you said."

Lu Lin was too lazy to explain to her. Seeing that he didn't believe her, Yehena picked up the pure gold Colt revolver, loaded a gold-plated bullet into the magazine, and then casually turned it around and pulled the trigger three times in a row towards her head, making Lu Lin's heart jump.

On the fourth time, Yehena pointed the gun upwards and pulled the trigger again, the bullet leaving the barrel with a loud bang.

Seeing is believing, so Lu Lin quickly accepted the premise that "this world has extraordinary abilities."

After all, he himself was a time traveler, and with the Hawkeye cheat, he himself is the biggest anomaly.

Besides, having such a beautiful girl as a radar is quite pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Lu Lin was secretly delighted, thinking that this was the kind of treatment a transmigrator should receive!
“You looked like a thief when you saw those guns just now.” Yehena’s eyes were a little suspicious, but she didn’t take it to heart. She added, “I also have another ability, which is to sense the emotional changes of targets at close range. Although it’s not very accurate, it’s not difficult to judge whether someone is lying.”

Lu Lin felt a little flustered upon hearing this.

Oh no, does she know I was peeking at her front armor earlier?
"Lieutenant Colonel?"

Yehena's eyes sharpened.

Lu Lin coughed: "Yehena, uh, the prophet?"

He didn't know if the other party was officially employed; in the military, they are generally referred to by their position.

"Just call me Yehena."

“Okay, Yehena.” Lu Lin nodded. “To be honest, I think the outpost is quite safe. I would feel uncomfortable working with strangers around. How about you take charge of prayers with the preaching team during your free time?”

Yehena thought for a moment and agreed to Lu Lin's suggestion: "Okay, but when we sleep at night, you have to arrange a bed for me next to yours, and there can't be anyone else there, especially men."

In this way, the two compromised and reached an agreement.

On the way back, Lu Lin casually asked, "Yehena, how old are you this year?"

He saw that the other person was about the same age as Fahd, so could he also be a minor?

Unexpectedly, Yehena took the initiative to distance herself from him, her beautiful eyes filled with wariness as she said:

"Lieutenant Colonel, please have some self-respect. I am already engaged."

Lu Lin was stunned.

Hmm, I don't think I said anything else, did I?
Is my reputation really that bad?
(End of this chapter)