Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Obviously, everyone has heard the name of Evans.

"First, the remnants of the Miying army you are talking about have received the mind control of the rebels."

"Secondly, the remnant Miying army under control captured all the middle and senior commanders of No.12 Division in the dark."

"Third, an army without a commander can only disarm and surrender when the commander is caught and defenseless."

Evans talked eloquently, with a confident look on his face.

"Oh!"

The white officer slapped the table and shouted angrily, "You mean our soldiers betrayed our country and our honor? What evidence do you have?"

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly tense.

Evans looked indifferent, and said with a smile: "This is just my speculation, no evidence is needed. But, my speculation is the truth."

At this time, the commander of the political f army said with a smile: "I believe in this, and I also believe in Mr. Evans.

"Mr. Evans has helped us launch several attacks last night that resulted in rebel casualties. This is a testament to what Mr. Evans is capable of."

"Moreover, our latest attack plan is underway, please wait and see."

"What a joke!" the white officer said angrily. "This is war, not a terrorist attack. Your harassment will only irritate your opponent and disrupt our plans and deployments. Please stop this kind of action immediately!"

The commander of the political and military forces smiled, spread his hands and said, "Gentlemen, the aid you promised has not arrived. We can only find a way and fight for ourselves."

The white officer said with a sullen face: "The tank is already at the wild gate, and the large-caliber artillery is also on the way!"

The commander nodded in satisfaction; "Thank you, sir."

At this time, a white brigadier general sitting in the middle suddenly said, "I don't know what ability this Mr. Evans has?"

The commander grinned: "Of course, please watch tonight's performance..."

Chapter 240 20 Billion, 200 Billion

At night, the bright moon hangs high.

Garland City, in a high-end apartment.

Two men are drinking.

One of them unbuttoned half of his shirt, revealing his furry chest muscles. He was an officer of the rice army who slapped the table at the meeting during the day and angered the commander of the Garland government's f army.

At this time, he was raising his glass with a smile on his face and bumping into another person.

And the other person was none other than the commander of the Garland National Political Forces!

The two looked relaxed and intimate at this moment, not showing it at all. A few hours ago, they were still arguing at the conference table with red faces.

"Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin, thank you very much for your country's assistance, but weapons alone are far from enough." The commander of the political army smiled, "We need a lot of money to build a new free world. Are you here?" knew."

Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin took a sip of his wine, his face was slightly red, and he said with a smile: "Of course, we are very happy to help our allies."

"According to our preliminary calculations, to rebuild the country of Garland, at least a budget of 200 billion U.S. dollars is needed."

As Mr. Commander said, he took out a stack of documents from his backpack and handed them over.

It is a budget book.

Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin was taken aback for a moment, but instead of answering, he asked strangely, "Are you so serious?"

This time, Mr. Commander will not be able to fix it.

He hesitated and asked, "Don't you need it?"

"Hehe, you can take it with you. If the Congress wants it, there is something for them to see."

Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin collected the things and put them aside, "You know the rules, 200 billion, you actually get 20 billion, and repay 400 billion after ten years. Or use the domestic oil field equity as collateral."

"I understand very well!" Mr. Commander raised his glass with a smile.

After all, there is a ready-made template in Eastern Europe.

Been doing this for over a year.

After drinking, Gallenin said: "During the war, you should try to make some noise, otherwise the media will question our aid."

Mr. Commander nodded and said, "Of course, that's why I hired Evans."

"Well, this kind of person can be used. Although it has no effect on the direction of the war, it can indeed make a little noise."

Gallinin nodded in satisfaction.

If they only listened to his words, no one would have guessed that the person who looked down on Evans the most during the meeting and opposed the explosive maniac most was Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin!

……

Opposite the luxury apartment is a small 11-story high-rise building.

The lower four floors are hotels, and the upper six floors are various offices and entertainment venues.

And the top floor is part of the hotel——

The lower four floors of the hotel are ordinary rooms, while the top floors are suites and high-end single rooms.

There is no so-called presidential suite, and the Garland Kingdom is useless.

At this time, in a high-end single room on the top floor.

A funeral love in the shape of a killer, wearing headphones, listening to something.

In the next room, Odina Gent, dressed as an urban white-collar worker and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses without prescription, was hiding behind the window, using telephoto one after another, looking down at the luxury apartment opposite.

……

In the tent outside the base, Zhang Ga continued to chat with Yiwen.

"Why is your organization called 'White Shield'?" Zhang Ga asked strangely, "You are obviously a group of blasters, and the name 'Black Gunpowder' is more or less the same."

At first, he thought that the White Shield organization was a fanatical believer from some kind of archbishop.

Like some knight orders in the Middle Ages, give your organization a name that sounds like "rescue" and "guardian".

"It wasn't at first." Ivan shook his head and said, "We were just a tribe in Yemen at first, but we were repeatedly driven and oppressed by warlords. The warlords took a fancy to our land and wanted to turn it into a khat grass farm. Grow drugs for them!"

"Chat grass" is also called "khat", chewing the leaves of khat grass can make people excited and used to boost the spirit.

But addictive.

And long-term chewing will make people anorexia and reduce immunity.

The descriptions of these uses and side effects are all familiar formulas. I believe everyone will know what it is when they hear it.

This thing is completely legal in Yemen, and there are many Yemen people who are seriously addicted to this thing.

It has reached the point of no cure.

But in the sandy wood next door, it is strictly prohibited.

Selling this thing in Saudi Arabia can be punished by death at most!

Yiwen continued: "In order to resist the warlords and protect our tribe and land, we formed an armed group called White Shield!"

Zhang Ga asked, "Then why did it develop like this later?"

"Our strength is very weak, and we can't fight the warlord head-on at all." Ivan shook his head, "So someone thought of a way, that is, to tie a bomb to their body, sneak into the settlement where the warlord lives, and die with their soldiers!

"In this way, one life can be exchanged for several lives of the other party. Everyone found that this method is very effective, and many people began to study all similar techniques!"

Ivan shrugged, "But the tribe was annexed later, the leaders received benefits and took the initiative to join the warlord. We changed from warriors to serfs who helped the warlord grow khat grass...

"The benefits that the warlords give to the leaders are very rich, and those who help them win the rich benefits are those clansmen who use their lives to explode."

The overhead energy-saving lamps are a little bad.

Under the slightly flickering light, Ivan's face had a weird and elusive expression that seemed to be crying and smiling.

"Later, I sent his whole family to hell with a pack of bombs at a chief's birthday dinner. Haha I gotta wish him a happy birthday!"

Ivan finally said, "Then those of us escaped and became terrorists."

Zhang Ga didn't know what to say after listening.

In this world, those extremely developed and successful people seem to have the same way to quickly acquire huge wealth:

Push countless poor people into the abyss!

"Ding."

I received an audio message on my mobile phone, from Zangai:

"What you want is 20 billion; what we want is 180 billion; what Congress wants is the 200 billion in interest, or the oil fields used to offset the debt.

"Hehe, as for whether the war will fail, whether the country will perish, and whether the people of Galan Kingdom will die, who the hell cares, right?"

"Haha, Lieutenant Colonel Gallenin, you're drunk."

"Well, I'm not drunk, really, I'm telling the truth! Don't you admit it?"

"Because you're telling the truth, sir, you're drunk."

"Hehe, let your people continue to recruit troops, launch a few more rounds of conscription, and the equipment will be sent in a steady stream. Don't worry about casualties, what you have to do now is to delay time!

"The longer the time, the better, try to consume those rebels, I don't believe that their source of soldiers is endless, and their weapons can't be fought more and more!

"Quickly go to the conscription, the old man, the child, the blind, the lame, let these pigs and dogs go to the battlefield..."

"You are really drunk, Mr. Gallenin! Get some rest, Miss Anna who arranged for you has arrived, take your leave!"

Chapter 241 "Father"

"boom!!"

A violent explosion occurred on a truck parked in the town of Mandag.

Several nearby shops were turned into ruins by the shock wave of the explosion.

Ergou, who was stationed in Mandage Town, jumped up from the bed suddenly, and rushed to the street without even putting on his clothes.

But as soon as he showed up, he was stopped by soldiers.

"What's going on!" Ergou roared in a rare way.

"Regimental Commander, pay attention to your safety first!" The soldier who stopped him roared no louder than him.

At the same time, more than a dozen soldiers have rushed to the scene of the incident to investigate.

……

Golden Avenue, also a truck, suddenly started in the middle of the night, and rushed straight towards the densely packed shantytowns.

In the same violent explosion, dozens of thatched huts and adobe houses were razed to the ground, and a large number of civilians fell in a pool of blood and wailed.

……

The cities of Abishev and BASF were also bombed.

But because of what happened last night, there had been warnings in advance, so the two explosions did not cause casualties.

But still destroyed the old cat and crow's sleep.

It also broke the dreams of most soldiers.

"Dry!!!"

The crow rushed out of the tent, roared, and called Sangbiao in the central area on the spot.

"What's the matter!" Sangbiao's voice was cold.

"What the hell, how long are we going to rest?" Crow said angrily, "Give me an order, I'm going to rush up and fuck their sons of a bitch!"

"If you are bored, I suggest you run five kilometers, or do two thousand push-ups!" Sangbiao said lightly, "If you have insomnia and can't sleep, I will ask the military doctor to send you a bottle of sleeping pills. If you step on a horse I'm in heat, and I want to find a place to vent, I suggest you to stab Brother Pingtou's ass! Don't call me in the middle of the night!"

After Sangbiao finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "snap".

But for some reason, after being scolded by Sangbiao, the originally extremely manic crow calmed down instantly.

He looked at his phone, shrugged his shoulders, and yelled at the soldiers standing in a daze outside the tent: "What are you looking at, haven't you heard the explosion? Go to sleep! If you can't sleep, run [-] kilometers, or do [-] push-ups!" "

"Crash!"

As soon as all the soldiers turned their heads, they all got into the tent.