Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

He doubted his ears a little.

Who the hell is being surrounded now?

Maybe I also know that these conditions are too outrageous.

Robinson said a little ashamedly: "This is the biggest concession I can make within my authority."

"Then you don't have much authority..." Zhang Ga complained sarcastically, "You can talk to me with someone who has authority, or come back when you have authority. But you have to hurry up, I will decide tomorrow at noon [-] Point, completely resolve the battle."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to Old Hassan.

Immediately, Zhang Ga sent a message to Sangbiao, telling him to take down the Mi Army's position at [-] noon tomorrow.

At the same time, the communication blockade of the Mi Army was completely opened.

There are less than [-] hours left, so call as many reinforcements as possible...

Chapter 232 Abandoning Rescue

On the computer screen, more than a dozen camera images were arranged impressively.

If you take screenshots of all these avatars and post them on the Internet, senior current affairs enthusiasts in China will be able to recognize at least one-third of them.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the meeting begins." A white-haired but hale and hearty lieutenant general folded his hands and said calmly, "Please speak freely."

As the one with the lowest position, Captain Wordsworth of the Jianguo was the first to speak: "I suggest ordering the Garland Nationalist F Army to assemble all forces and attack the rebels at any cost, so as to buy time for our army."

A bloated black woman with red lips but a cold expression said: "Colonel Wordsworth, what do you mean, use the garrison at our military base?"

"Yes!" Wordsworth said, "Yemen, Yilahe, and Yuedan, we have at least 11 military bases in these three countries, and we can definitely deploy 5000 to 6000 people to join the war in Garland. .”

The black woman shook her head and said, "Deploying so many troops will pose a great security risk to the oil fields we control. Brigadier General Ramsden, what do you think?"

A black officer wearing an army uniform and a gold collar badge said calmly: "I don't agree with the large-scale mobilization of troops at military bases. A small number of fighter planes can be dispatched to support."

In the picture, a white man in a black suit frowned and said, "Brigadier General Ramsden, I would like to ask, how many troops can be deployed at most while ensuring the safety of the oil production area?"

"To ensure safety, at least 5000 people should be added instead of transferred." The black brigadier general, Ramsden, still had a cold expression, "We should have an aircraft carrier formation that stays in the Persian Gulf for a long time, and Not running around the world aimlessly."

Everyone showed helpless expressions.

Each has its own plans, and no one is willing to make concessions in their own interests.

Wordsworth sneered: "What are we discussing now, is it to rescue the Garland garrison, or oil?"

A white woman smiled and said: "Colonel Wordsworth, I understand your feelings, but we must consider the overall interests of the country and the long-term interests."

……

Blue Army Battalion.

Wang Yuanliang lifted the thermos, filled his and Xiao Wanquan's teacups, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Ying, do you see that Zhang Laohei is here to help."

Xiao Wanquan sneered: "I've seen it a long time ago, but I don't know how many people he can get in this sack this time."

Wang Yuanliang said: "I think Xuan, according to the virtue of Lao Mi's high-level gang, it might be impossible to withdraw the troops directly."

"I think so too." Xiao Wanquan said, "Really expect them to stage "Saving Private Ryan"? No, it's saving Colonel John."

Wang Yuanliang nodded, but shook his head again and said, "Comrade John, what a pity!"

……

John is lying on the hospital bed.

The infirmary has been bombed flat.

Now he can only receive treatment in a dilapidated tent.

"Colonel, Colonel Wordsworth replied to the message..."

As he spoke, he held a small screen in front of John's pale face.

Subtitles scrolled across the screen, basically a rough outline of the meeting.

Everyone's speech has reality, and the details are not one-two-one.

John kept watching, his heart gradually sank to the bottom.

……

The meeting is still going on.

It seems that no one is struggling anymore, whether or not to deploy troops from the military base in the Middle East to go to Garland to participate in the rescue.

"...My opinion is to stop the reinforcements of the Garland Nationalist F Army and hurry up to deploy defenses." The black Brigadier General Ramsden said, "We must gather troops internally and prepare to launch another Gulf operation! Only in this way can we truly solve the problem .”

White woman said: "How long will it take to prepare domestically?"

A commodore said: "The navy needs at least two months."

Ramsden shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that the Garland government's army will not be able to hold out for such a long time."

The Commodore said: "Then we need Minister Paul to lobby our allies to provide assistance to the Garland government and F forces as soon as possible."

Minister Paul, who was named by him, a bald white middle-aged man nodded and said: "I am willing to help. If necessary, I suggest sending a brigadier general or even a lieutenant general to command in Garland."

Everyone was chattering again, and put forward their own opinions on some candidates and details.

The content of the meeting gradually moved towards the process of bargaining...

Wordsworth looked helpless.

He continued to send the content to John, not knowing what mood John was in at this time.

……

John had given up all hope.

In fact, these great figures, no matter what kind of interests they currently stand on.

At least one thing can still be agreed upon.

It's just that no one is willing to open the mouth first - give up the rescue!

Garland's garrison has now become a burden.

Rescuing these people is definitely an act of loss economically.

So no one mentioned the rescue anymore, and what everyone was talking about was no longer Garland's garrison, or even the current matter.

It's a week later, a month later, two months later.

They were talking about how to convene a summit and how to trick allies into offering aid.

Talk about domestic military preparations.

Talk about the defense of the Garland government and the F army.

Talk about the Gulf operation two months from now.

And after the success of the Gulf operation, a new military base will be established in Garland, including the distribution of these mines and oil mining rights.

How several energy companies bid and how much share each takes...

Also, during this period, how much is the material and equipment aided to the Garland government's army, converted into US dollars, and what method will be used to recover it later...

"Snapped!"

John dropped the screen on the ground and closed his eyes weakly.

……

"The puppet regime's army has retreated?"

Zhang Ga smiled helplessly when he heard Liang Kun's report.

A little surprised, but not terribly surprised.

Because he, Sangbiao and others actually imagined this result.

And in their plan, they are also prepared for this result.

Zhang Ga picked up the phone and called Sangbiao.

"Annihilate the British army at the fastest speed. After capturing the rice army's garrison at [-] o'clock tomorrow noon, the entire front will move forward."

Zhang Ga said calmly: "Also, let the old cat take over Abshev, and you stay in the middle."

After calling Sangbiao, Sanpao came in to report, and the three elders came.

Zhang Ga let them in, got up and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

After everyone was seated, Zhang Ga opened his mouth and buzzed to Hadidi and Weng Hu: "I heard from Elder Hassan that you two have some suggestions?"

Hadidi nodded and said: "My lord, at present we have more and more work content. I think we need more departments and more detailed management. The current situation of the elders group can no longer meet the needs. .”

Weng Hu nodded hummingly.

Zhang Ga smiled, looked at old Hassan, and asked, "Elder Hassan, what's your opinion?"

Old Hassan said: "I agree."

Zhang Ga spread his hands and asked, "So, how to solve it specifically, do you have a plan?"

The three elders looked at each other, and finally Hadidi spoke up, saying, "I propose to establish a country and complete the jurisdiction with formal functional departments..."

Chapter 233 New Elders

Zhang Ga originally thought that they would propose to set up multiple departments under the elders' group.

Or directly split the elders group, increase manpower, and refine the division of labor.

Who knew Hadidi would be Wang Zha from the very beginning.

But this also fits Hadidi's character very well.

This man was daring to think and act. At that time, Zhang Ga was poor and white. The chief of the Avaru tribe could resolutely give up his identity as a chief and drag the whole tribe to join him.

If this fellow were placed during the Chen Qiao mutiny, he would definitely be the one who helped Zhao Kuangyin wear the dragon robe.

Zhang Ga just smiled, waved his hands and said: "In ancient China, there was an uprising leader. After he occupied a certain territory, he set a strategy of 'building high walls, accumulating food widely, and becoming king slowly'." .”

After a pause, he continued: "We are still tribal armed forces, and we still use this identity in our contacts and exchanges with other countries.

"It is in this name that all our wars and constructions have been initiated.

"So, for the time being, no changes are needed."

Hadidi asked puzzled, "Then when can we change?"

"Every step is taken step by step." Zhang Ga said, "When this identity and name can no longer serve the tribe better, it is time to change."

All three elders nodded.

Old Hassan said: "Then we still need to refine the division of labor of the elders. The three of us have limited abilities and cannot take on too many responsibilities. We need more people to give full play to their abilities."

Zhang Ga nodded and asked Old Hassan to call Old Bader on the Golden Avenue.

……

Golden Mile.

Old Bader was still in command of his elders, counting the population and supplies according to the requirements of the elders.

The Golden Avenue has a population of more than 3, so it is still a bit difficult to count in a short period of time.

Especially these elders, who have never done this kind of work, and are usually lazy.

Now there are too many rules and normative things, which makes them very awkward.

Old Bader looked at his elders, scratching their heads one by one, feeling very upset.

"These elders know how to do these fancy things all day long!"

Old Bader thought to himself: "There are more than 3 people. It is enough to know the approximate number. Is it necessary to count so clearly?"

"Statistics are also made by household. For men who start a family and set up their own households, and those with an elderly family and only one male, there is no household division."

"What's the use of a bunch of mess?"

Turning his thoughts irritably in his heart, he quietly greeted the elders several times.

The elders below were also scolding the group of elders.