Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 4 The mob
The commotion attracted many soldiers at the outpost to come and watch. After learning what had happened, many of them looked at Lu Lin differently.

Seeing this, Lu Lin composed himself and deliberately said loudly, "Tell the soldiers at the outpost that we've caught a Zion spy, then notify headquarters and let them see if they can find any useful intelligence on the body!"

"Yes!"

The two guards stood ramrod straight and immediately carried out the order.

“You weren’t this brave before.” Khalid looked at Lu Lin with a strange expression.

"Really?" Lu Lin wondered if the Amir from before was a timid and submissive person.
But that makes sense, otherwise why would someone desert?
Ahmed stood up, cursing, and turned to look at Lu Lin. The veteran's attitude towards his superior had changed considerably, and he praised him:
“Impressive, Major.”

“But he’s dead.” Lu Lin was somewhat dissatisfied: “Zion won’t acknowledge his identity, but he kept his mouth shut from beginning to end.”

"But at least we boosted morale, which is a merit! Maybe I can even get a medal for bravery!"

Khalid quickly stopped dwelling on Lu Lin's personality change, chuckling to himself with a bright glint in his eyes, seemingly still reeling from the moment he rushed up and pulled down Lu Lin's pants.

Lu Lin chuckled: "A reward for your heroic act of pulling down the enemy's pants? I wouldn't mind saying that when I report to my superiors."

"Then let's skip that. A verbal compliment would be nice too," Khalid immediately changed his mind.

"But how did you discover that he had a problem?" Ahmed was still somewhat puzzled.

Lu Lin shared his speculations about the refugees' escape routes and his doubts about the sources of their intelligence. Then he suddenly realized, "So you went to familiarize yourself with the surrounding terrain. I thought you just wanted to go falconry!"

Lu Lin felt a little guilty.

But then he thought again, it was the same little Amir who was using the hawk, so why should he feel guilty?
The spy's body was quickly dragged away. Ahmed said, "The situation is not optimistic. Major, Zion's spies have already infiltrated the outpost. We should formulate a countermeasure."

Lu Lin, however, seemed uninterested. He thought to himself that he would be transferred to the rear in two days anyway, so what was the point of devising a strategy?
Given the level of border checks conducted by Shuangzhi, they might have already been infiltrated to the point of being riddled with holes!
So he patted Ahmed on the shoulder and said, "Since we agreed beforehand that you would be in charge of the outpost's affairs, then everything will remain the same. I'm going to feed my eagle."

After saying that, he slipped away.

Ahmed and Khalid exchanged glances, and finally Ahmed sighed and said, "Although he's still the same, the major has at least grown a bit."

Khalid: "I don't think so! Maybe Amir is just hiding his true abilities!"

The border area is full of wind and sand, and the daytime temperature is extremely high. There is no one to talk to, so after returning, Lu Lin felt that his bipolar disorder was about to flare up.

He originally thought he had a strong resistance to a boring life, but he found that as long as he was idle and didn't touch his phone for a day, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body.

He found it hard to imagine what kind of mental illness the original owner had that would make her give up a perfectly good life and insist on coming to the border to suffer.

When people are bored, they always need to find something to do, so Lu Lin picked up the battle report that Ahmed had prepared for him and started to read it.

In his previous life, when he was still studying at the Armored Forces Academy, he conducted sand table simulations of battles of all sizes that had occurred around the world in modern times, especially in the coastal areas of West Asia and the Arabian Peninsula in North Africa (the Middle East).

In fact, it wasn't just the Soviet Union and the United States that used the Middle East as a training ground; countries around the world also privately used the Middle East wars to assess their own military capabilities.

Lu Lin thought to himself, "Before transmigrating, I managed armored forces; after transmigrating, I'm managing armored forces in a different place. Does this count as a labor dispatch job?"

Fortunately, he was about to retreat in a day or two, and his anxiety subsided somewhat.

I finally managed to draw an SSR card, so I'm definitely going to enjoy it! Let whoever wants to be the commander of this outpost be it!
Despite saying that, he still dutifully began to look through the documents Ahmed had sent, since what he needed most right now was all kinds of intelligence.

"March 1, 1387. Is this even in the Islamic calendar?"

Lu Lin frowned, but this didn't hinder his reading. The Arab Front's first day of operations was a disastrous defeat. "Air bases in Masr (Egypt), Arafat (Palestine), Rahim Kingdom (Jordan), Suriya (Syria), and Al-Iraq (Iraq) were attacked by Zion Air Force, paralyzing air force and air defense positions."
Isn't this just 'Focus Action'?

The first day's battle situation coincided with his impression of the "Focus Operation" launched by Israel in the Third Middle East War. Coupled with the highly symbolic battlegrounds such as the "Sinai Peninsula" and "Jerusalem," he basically confirmed that the time he was in was the Third Middle East War.

The timing and historical events all match up.

Lu Lin continued reading, but the battle situation in the following days made him feel that something was wrong.

"How did Al-Irag end up fighting Zion?" Lu Lin frowned. "And how come the Golan Heights were gone in just four days?"

Lu Lin then checked the equipment intelligence related to Zion, and then discovered discrepancies in the armored forces.

The majority of tanks were British-made Chieftain and Centurion tanks, supplemented by a small number of French-made AMX-13s and some captured Rokosov II tanks.

Wait, what is the Rokosov II?

Lu Lin was completely baffled. He had never heard of this model before. Judging from the name, it should be a tank produced in the Soviet Union. He thought to himself, shouldn't it be the T-54 and T-55 at this time?
He did know that there was a Marshal in the Soviet Union named Konstantinovich Rokossovsky, one of the famous Troika, but he had never heard of a tank named after him.

At the same time, he keenly noticed a more critical problem—the military reports indicated that Zion did not have a single American-made tank among its forces; instead, it had been upgraded to the British-made "Chieftain" tanks, which should not have appeared at this time.

It's worth noting that during the Third Arab-Israeli War, more than a third of Israel's tanks were M48 tanks provided by the United States.

If the intelligence is accurate, then the traditional Arab countries currently involved in the war are likely facing an enhanced version of Zion.

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Lu Lin's mind:

"Could it be that Zion isn't backed by the United States, but by the United Kingdom?"

"But the United Kingdom declined after World War II, and it's no longer the world that the sun never sets, it was centuries ago."

The moment this thought arose, Lu Lin became suspicious, but at the same time, he felt uncertain, because the reason he was quite confident that Shuangzhi and Zion would not go to war was that both countries were backed by the United States.

But once this foundation is overturned, peace doesn't seem so secure anymore.

Where exactly did history go wrong?

Lu Lin sat up abruptly, his good mood vanishing instantly. He shouted, "Guards!"

A soldier on guard immediately ran over and saluted him: "Sir!"

"Get me a car, I need to get some fresh air."

Lu Lin put on his coat. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is extreme, and he felt that even the tip of his nose was cold.

"Would you like a driver?" the guard asked.

Lu Lin looked at him with some curiosity: "You can drive?"

The guard puffed out his chest with some pride: "Before joining the army, I was a date farmer, and the only one in the whole village who could drive a tractor!"

These days, farmers still have a pretty good status among the people of Shuangzhi, second only to government officials and oil workers.

Lu Lin nodded: "Alright, you drive for me."

(End of this chapter)