Forged in the fires of war: The Qi family's generals rewrite the fate of eastern Hebei.

After a round of landmine bombardment, more than half of the military vehicles were destroyed. Out of a total of 40 military vehicles, only seven or eight remained.

After being attacked, the Russian soldiers in the seven or eight military vehicles quickly got off and prepared to fight back.

But as soon as the soldiers in those seven or eight military vehicles jumped off, Fang Zhenhua was the first to fire.

Able to see things 1000 meters away, Fang Zhenhua's eyes are practically those of a born sniper.

The Type 79 sniper rifle in his hand was like the scythe in the hand of death, picking off the Russian soldiers one by one.

Almost everyone who jumped down was killed by him and the snipers from the other three teams.

The remaining Russian soldiers hid inside the military vehicles, not daring to move an inch.

At that moment, Gao Dazhuang, Wang Jianjun, and another team leader, along with the remaining special forces soldiers, all wearing masks, rushed in from all directions.

They threw grenades into the remaining military vehicles, and after a series of explosions, the entire infantry battalion responsible for transporting the munitions was wiped out.

The truck drivers all hid inside their vehicles, too afraid to move.

Fang Zhenhua and all the special forces soldiers knocked on each car door one by one.

They knocked on the car door while raising their rifles, their meaning clear: open the door and you'll live; don't open the door and you'll be eating chicken.

More than 100 drivers got off their trucks, and Fang Zhenhua gathered them together before speaking in fluent Slavic.

“I don’t want your lives. As long as you obediently transport the weapons to Persia, I will let you leave safely. Those who agree, stand on the left; those who disagree, stay on the right.”

"I'll give you only 5 seconds to think it over."

As Fang Zhenhua counted, he bent his fingers. When his last finger bent, all the drivers started moving.

They all headed to the left, clearly demonstrating their stance.

Today's Russia is not the same as it was more than 40 years ago. Back then, countless Russian soldiers became heroes who defended their country in order to resist the Hans.

But nowadays, there are too many corrupt officials in Russia, and drivers like these have lost their former fighting spirit.

Is it really worth risking your life to earn just a few hundred yuan a month?

Fang Zhenhua clapped his hands.

“Very good, you have made the right choice. Now obey my orders.”

There were too many drivers present; Fang Zhenhua and his team totaled only 19 people, so naturally they couldn't control all of them.

However, Fang Zhenhua has a good solution to this situation.

They had 19 men controlling 19 drivers, and the remaining drivers were each strapped with a time bomb.

The remote control was in the hands of Fang Zhenhua and his group. Anyone who wanted to live had to drive to Persia obediently. Anyone who dared to cause trouble on the road would be sent to meet Emperor Xunzong by a time bomb.

Under such intense threat, no driver dared to make the wrong choice.

The route from here to Persia is familiar to these drivers from the Caucasus region.

The caravan turned around and stopped heading south, instead heading towards Babylon.

Instead, they turned east and headed towards Persia.

Persia, Lai.

With the help of the Persian ambassador, Yuri, acting as a middleman, met with Abdullah Durrani, a deputy minister in the Persian military procurement department.

This deputy minister named Durrani has already sided with us, so he is the most suitable candidate.

After Yuri and Durrani made contact, they discussed the issue of military equipment.

This greatly shocked Durrani, partly because of Saddam Hussein's actions, and partly because this young man was able to sell these weapons to Persia.

However, Durrani was also puzzled: what did the matter between Babylon and the Russian bear have to do with the Eastern countries?

Having these doubts, Durrani naturally had to ask.

Fang Zhenhua had already prepared a perfect answer to his question.

So Yuri gave the standard answer.

“My uncle has connections in the military. I hope you won’t investigate too much about how this batch of weapons and equipment came about. You should understand what I mean.”

"It is precisely because these equipment are not good for being exposed to light that I entrusted the help of an Eastern country. My uncle went to the East when he was young, and the ambassador was his friend back then."

The explanation Yuri just gave is actually quite common in global underground arms smuggling networks.

Some weapons can be displayed openly, but others can only be discussed privately.

Unfortunately, Persia was such a country.

Because of the sanctions imposed by the United States, it became much more difficult for Persia to obtain weapons.

They have difficulty obtaining weapons and equipment openly, so they can only solve the problem privately.

From this perspective, selling arms to Persia would be even more appropriate than selling them to Babylon.

One who is extremely wealthy, but has no shortage of sources of arms.

One that isn't that rich, but lacks arms procurement channels.

Durrani was not concerned about the source of the weapons, because for the Persians, having weapons was more important than anything else.

The war on the front lines was raging fiercely, and soldiers were dying all the time.

Tanks, artillery, and airplanes have been destroyed in countless numbers, making it difficult to count them all, but what is certain is that the numbers are staggering.

"How much do you want?"

Durani speaks fluent English.

Yuri said without hesitation.

"$1500 million."

"So many? What kind of weapons and equipment do you have?"

"40 T-62 tanks, 66 D-30 howitzers, plus some rifles and ammunition, 1500 million is not expensive at all. If you don't want them, we can sell them to Saddam Hussein. I believe they would be happy to do so."

As the deputy minister in charge of military procurement, Durrani had a good grasp of the prices of various weapons and equipment.

So after thinking about it, he nodded to Yuri.

"This price is fair, but I still need to report it to my superiors."

"Your Excellency, I hope you can do it as soon as possible, after all, your revolutionary fighters are still bleeding on the battlefield."

Language requires art, and Yuri's words clearly struck a chord with Durrani.

"Don't worry! I'll give you an answer by tomorrow at the latest."

"I'm waiting for you."

After Durani left, Yuri felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

Chapter 57 The Bewildered Dumbwood

The following morning, Colonel Abdullah Durrani, the deputy minister of the Persian Revolutionary Guard, met with Yuri again.

And he brought Yuri some truly exciting news.

With the approval of its supreme leader, Persia accepted this shipment of weapons from the Russian bear.

The $1500 million can be deposited into a designated bank account or paid in cash.

After discussing with Zhao Mengsheng, they ultimately chose cash, as it was the safest option if all things considered.

The delivery location was chosen to be the border between Persia and the Ottoman Empire. Colonel Abdullah Durrani would personally take the US dollars there. Zhao Mengsheng and Pei Yihong would not show themselves; Yuri would still be the one to handle the delivery.

Pei Yihong did return to Babylon, but Zhao Mengsheng was cautious and followed him with a Wolf Fang special forces team.

Upon reaching the border, Colonel Durrani encountered a large convoy, and soldiers of the Persian Revolutionary Guard were confronting them.

Durani quickly drove over and shouted at a major in the Revolutionary Guard.

"These weapons are ours. Don't fire. Don't cause any misunderstandings."

When Durani approached Fang Zhenhua, he asked in English with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Is there something you're ashamed of?"

Fang Zhenhua also answered in English.

"Sir, there are some things that are better left unsaid, aren't there? We are responsible for transporting weapons, and we know nothing about anything else."

"It is truly shameful for people like you to undermine the country."

"But these weapons helped Persia, didn't they?"

This single sentence left Durrani speechless; he didn't know how to respond, since these weapons were intended for the Persian Revolutionary Guard.

Will there be any more weapons like this in the future?

"I'm not sure if it's true or not, who knows? I don't know anything."

At this moment, Fang Zhenhua appeared completely innocent, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.

However, those in the know understand that he designed, participated in the decision-making, and executed the entire plan from beginning to end.

However, Fang Zhenhua was not lying, because situations like this, where Russians robbed their weapons and then sold them to Persia, were actually rare and unpredictable.

After all, even a weakened Russia is still a formidable power, and apart from Fang Zhenhua, probably no one in the world would believe that this powerful empire would collapse seven years later.

Therefore, while Demitch dared to leak intelligence, he would never dare to openly sell arms at this time.

After all, Emperor Aizong is not yet dead, and the local leader has not yet come to power.

But it will be soon, not long from now.

Durrani had his soldiers bring over 15 suitcases, each containing exactly one million US dollars.

Fang Zhenhua then looked at Yuri, seemingly regarding him as the boss who would make the decision.

Yuri was clever; after receiving the look, he immediately spoke.

"Take the money, we can go back now. As for these weapons, we'll leave them to our Persian friends!"

After saying that, Yuri extended his hand and smiled at Abdullah Durrani.

"Sir, if there is any need in the future, we can start cooperating at any time."

"no problem."

Forty T62 tanks and sixty-six D30 tanks thus fell into the hands of the Persians.

But this originally belonged to Shadama.

After Fang Zhenhua and his group returned to Bahata, the incident instantly ignited the entire Babylonian kingdom.

The Russian arms convoy was robbed by a group of mysterious figures within Ottoman territory.

Alexev immediately reported the matter to the central government, and the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs immediately notified the Ottoman government, demanding that they conduct a thorough investigation.

Investigate? Investigate from where?

Ultimately, after much investigation, only one conclusion was reached: the weapons had most likely already entered Persia.

But the Persians weren't fools; they firmly denied that they had taken the weapons.

So where did this batch of weapons go? Nobody knows anymore.

So, Shadak was completely dumbfounded.

I paid half the deposit, but where are my weapons? Where did my weapons go?

However, Saddam Hussein quickly adjusted his thinking and immediately did two things after the weapons were lost.

The first thing was that the government official who had strongly advocated for arms trade with Russia was executed by firing squad.

The second thing he did was to immediately have someone contact Gong Kaichen to restart military trade with China.

In the hotel room, Gong Kaichen opened a bottle of wine, poured it, and then raised his hand and said...

"Comrade Zhenhua deserves great credit for the successful completion of this plan. 1500 million US dollars! We have earned an extra 1500 million US dollars in foreign exchange for the country, which is a huge surprise."

"Zhenhua, I want to thank you. Everyone says you are both wise and brave, and now it seems that the reputation is well-deserved."

Zheng Bingyi also smiled and raised his glass.

"To be honest, I was very nervous before this plan was implemented. If something went wrong, we would all be finished."