Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

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Fifteen minutes later, Brother Pingtou quietly set off from the Angdu Plain with 15 people.

Eight trucks drove for more than ten kilometers, and under the guidance of Brother Pingtou, they stopped in front of a mountain depression.

"Get off, get off!"

Brother Pingtou jumped off the lead car and urged everyone to get off.

The terrorist militants jumped out of the truck one after another, yawning and gathering slowly in the open space.

"Go, follow me in!"

Brother Pingtou greeted, and led the people towards the middle of the mountain depression.

In the mountains at night, mist rises.

The 200 people under Shan Gui walked into the mountain depression, and there was no more news.

……

The next morning.

Brother Pingtou was wearing an army green overcoat, and walked towards the crow not far away with a flattering expression.

"Brother Crow, smoke."

Respectfully handed over a Marlboro blueberry popping ball with both hands.

The crow just glanced at Yan and asked, "Is there Hua Zi?"

"Huazi?" Brother Pingtou shook his head blankly, "No."

"Go and play!"

The crow waved his hand impatiently. He looked at the topographic map in his hand, thinking about the issue of defense.

Sang Biao has been transferred back to Camp No. [-], and Crow is now the interim commander of the dry lake bed area.

With more and more sites, it is impossible for Zhang Ga to run back and forth between several bases by himself.

So he is consciously cultivating these first few officers who came to the fore.

The crow led the troops in the battle in Sausili, and he has proved that he has the ability to stand on his own, so he was transferred from the special forces and directly sat on the front line.

As for his special operations team, it will be replaced by the captain of the funeral team, Burial Love.

Form a funeral combination with Sangbiao.

In addition to leading the special warfare team, Sangbiao is also Zhang Ga's first deputy in the military.

"That..." Brother Pingtou withdrew his cigarette and said with a smile, "Brother Crow, when will the general come over? I still want to do something for the general!"

The crow raised his head, frowned and said, "What merit do you do? Be honest!"

Brother Pingtou said: "That's it. I think I can bring in a few hundred more people. I don't know if the general can promote me to a second-tier soldier. This coat is too hot..."

"Do you think the mountain ghost is Shabi?" Crow said, hesitating for a moment, then changed his mind, "Although he is Shabi, it's impossible for you to fool him like this, you know?"

"Hehe. Really? I don't believe it!" Brother Pingtou shook his head, "I think I can do it!"

"Don't bother me, get out!" The crow raised his foot and kicked.

"catch!"

Brother Pingtou raised his hand to block.

"change!"

Brother Pingtou whipped him out with a backhand.

"F... oh my mother..."

Brother Pingtou was kicked away by the crow.

"Oh shit, sneak attack on my old comrade..."

……

Angdu Plain, Mountain Ghost Camp.

"The honey badger hasn't come back yet?" the mountain ghost asked sullenly.

The subordinate nodded, but did not dare to say anything.

"I knew this kid was rebellious, and he did this and that all day long. He was sneaky last night, and he definitely defected to the enemy!" The mountain ghost roared, "From today on, if you see a honey badger, kill it immediately!"

……

Kamash, inside an office tent.

Zhang Ga closed the notebook full of words, and put the ballpoint pen in his pocket.

Standing up across the table, I shook hands with several professors and experts, and said with a smile, "I have benefited a lot!"

"Where is it?" Professor Liao Renjie said modestly, "We have done a little work within the professional scope, which is not worth mentioning."

After yesterday's video with Director Zhao, the attitudes of these experts are quite different.

Not only has he become more active and enthusiastic, but his views on Zhang Ga have also changed a lot.

Today's summary meeting was originally only planned to last for half an hour.

But when it was the turn of several experts to talk, they all poured out what they had learned and eloquently extended the half-hour meeting to two hours.

Zhang Ga's notes also consisted of more than a dozen sheets of paper.

"Everyone sit down for a while and rest. Lunch has been arranged, and I have other work to deal with, so I won't accompany you, sorry, sorry."

Zhang Ga said, and left the tent.

Song Wuhao hurriedly followed.

"Brother Gazi." Song Wuhao called him, approached him and asked in a low voice, "Professor Liao said last night that he wanted to visit your No. [-] camp, didn't you say that there is a bigger piece of cultivated land over there? "

In the small town of Kamash, there are only more than 1000 mu of arable land, and counting the scattered arable land around it, it is only a little over [-] mu.

Of course, there is still a lot of land in the outer periphery, but the distance is relatively far, and it is not concentrated enough, so the cost performance of reclamation and cultivation is not high.

Professors Liao Renjie and Ouyang Kai roughly estimated that the land around Kamash could barely support 6900 people.

The tribes around Kamash add up to a population of just over 6000.

Even if the rations are reduced, the supply of these lands to a population of 7200 is the limit.

Even relying on scientific farming and chemical fertilizers, there is not much room for improvement.

So they set their sights on the land outside Camp No. [-].

Zhang Ga said as he walked, "I'm sure I won't be free today. I want to talk to Wang Jue in the afternoon...tomorrow."

Outside the No. [-] camp, there is an impact plain, and a tributary of the Jialan River, the Qimu River, flows through there.

It is roughly estimated that six to seven thousand mu of usable arable land can be developed.

"Are you looking for Wang Jue?" Song Wuhao said happily, "Then take me there. I have been here for a few days, and I haven't seen him a few times."

"Okay, say hello to Professor Liao and the others, and I'll drive with me later." Zhang Ga waved his hand and walked towards the temporarily surrounded camp ahead.

In the camp, the old Mahed, who had basically recovered from his injuries, was waiting for him.

Chapter 167 5%

Old Mahed has lived in the small town of Kamash for quite a long time.

He was originally sitting on a stool, watching a busy construction site in the distance.

Excavators and tower cranes firmly attracted his attention.

Who doesn't like to see excavators?

Standing beside him was a young man in military uniform with gauze wrapped in his left hand.

However, after noticing Zhang Ga's figure, old Mai Hurd stood up immediately and greeted him respectfully.

The young man also walked over quickly.

While beckoning Sanpao to pick up the car, Zhang Ga asked quickly, "Elder Mahed, are you looking for me?"

Mahed is now holding the title of an elder, but the old Hassan has not arranged a job for him so far on the grounds that he needs to take care of his health.

"Master Chief..." At this time, the old Mahed was no longer as arrogant as before, and looked very submissive, "Have you forgotten, your clansman at the foot of Laohuzi Mountain?"

Zhang Ga laughed.

Old Mahd refers to the people of the Mahdi tribe.

To be honest, since I recruited this group of people, I really didn't care about it anymore.

I don't know what the situation is now with the people of the Mahed tribe.

"Is there not enough food?" Zhang Ga asked, "Is there any difficulty in life?"

Zhang Ga promised at the beginning that they would give up Mandage Town, and he promised that these people would not go hungry.

Elder Mahrd hesitated for a moment, then said: "There is enough food, but it is only enough to eat enough."

"Then what else?" Zhang Ga cast a sideways glance at him, and asked with a smile, "Do they still want to eat?"

In fact, he knew what old Mahrd wanted to do.

Old Mahed had approached Hassan several times about this matter.

They are not satisfied with the status quo that they can only eat enough, and hope to have a job like the residents of the small town of Kamash.

The work points earned every day, in addition to meeting the needs of rations, can also save a large amount.

The food is also much better than the current noodles.

This is not only the idea of ​​the Mahad tribe, but also the wish of those small and medium-sized tribes that were originally attached to the Mahad tribe.

"Okay, I still have something to do. If you have any difficulties, go to Elder Hassan first, or wait until I'm done with my work these two days!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ga waved his hand, greeted the young man next to old Mahed, turned around and walked towards the convoy.

The young man quickly caught up and got into the same Raptor-3 with Zhang Ga.

A look of disappointment flashed in old Mai Hurd's eyes, but he had no choice but to watch Zhang Ga's convoy leave in a hurry.

……

Three Raptor-3s, and a dump truck, were driving on the road between the small town of Kamash and the Fakhru base.

The road had been resurfaced, but it was only barely smooth.

Song Wuhao sat on the co-pilot of the second Raptor-3, feeling the spacious space, smooth ride, and unparalleled sense of security.

He couldn't help being amazed, and thought to himself, if there was a civilian version of this car, he would have to build one to drive it.

Isn't this better than Big G?

In the front car, Zhang Ga and the young man in military uniform were sitting in the second row talking about things.

This young man was a retired soldier due to injury, named Darcy, and was assigned under the production elder Hadidi.

Still in the internship stage.

This time, I followed the car to the Fakhru base to cooperate with Wang Jue's construction team to build the base station.

Now at the Fakhru base, the two production teams participating in the construction can be regarded as skilled workers after completing the base station.

They will follow suit for the next few bases.

This young man, Darcy, was in charge of communicating with Wang Jue's engineers, leading the two production teams, and erecting the base stations as soon as possible.

After all, they have been trained in the base barracks, so they can communicate in Chinese to some extent.

"General, people from the Mahed tribe, do you want to work?" Darcy tried to ask.

He feels that wanting to work is a good thing, and it is a manifestation of self-reliance.

I just don't understand why Elder Hassan and the general don't pay much attention to this matter.

Zhang Ga glanced at him, didn't explain too much, just asked with a smile: "Is our current workload heavy?"

Darcy was taken aback, shook his head and said: "The workload is not heavy, the work is less, and the production team is more."