With a bang, a ceramic cup was thrown to the ground. The servant outside the door hurried in and cleaned up, but in just a moment he was rushed out.

All of this was seen by Majid, who happened to come. Majid was Salm's cousin and Iraq's current Minister of Defense and Interior. He could be said to be the number two person above ten thousand people. He glanced at the servants and saw them standing at the door trembling with fear. Majid sighed, and waved to the servants, signaling them to come in with him, and then he opened the door of the reception room.

"Get out of here! Who allows you to come in? Don't challenge my patience, I will execute you!"

As soon as he opened the door of the reception room, Majid heard a angrily scolding and rushed towards him. He spread his hands and said helplessly: "Cousin Salm, I'm sorry I brought them in because I think this place needs to be cleaned up, but I was surprised at what made you so angry? Did someone betray you? Or did those Americans do something again?"

"Majid, because it's you, I can forgive me." Salm said, and Majid saluted and said thank you.

"If it's just betrayal, then no matter who the other party is, I can execute him. No matter who he is, but today's character is obviously worse!" Salm said, "Majid, as the Minister of the Interior, I think you must have known that the Chinese ambassador requested to see me, right? He brought an inexplicable young man today, who was disrespectful to me. He actually said that the defense line I arranged would cause severe damage to my army!"

Then Salm reposted Zhou Ming's words and told Majid, but this made Salm even more angry: "This shit that was spitted by Allah is full of nonsense. If he was an officer from the embassy or a staff officer from a distant army, perhaps his words would be of a little value, but now, it is just a moan and murmur of a mentally ill person, worthless!"

After hearing Salm's description, Majid frowned. As the Minister of Defense, he obviously thought of more than Salm.

"My father and brother, I think these remarks from the East are not useless. We can hear about hiding and fraud, which can bring us a huge advantage in the war against Americans." Majid said that his words were the most tactful expression he could think of.

However, despite this, Salm still pointed at Majid's nose and cursed: "My brother, I can't believe that you are also in vain with the Chinese! This makes me angry. Although I admit that the Americans are very strong, I think we are not weaker than them, especially our soldiers are selected by Allah. I believe they can defeat all opponents on the border!"

"And what the Chinese said was a very irresponsible and stupid behavior. The so-called war is to defend the enemy outside the country! I will never allow any retreat or weakness!" Salm said righteously.

For some reason, Majid suddenly felt an inexplicable premonition when facing Salm's declaration.

At the same time, outside the Presidential Palace, Zhou Ming had already followed Lin Hong back to the minibus. When recalling the situation in the Presidential Palace just now, Lin Hong couldn't help but say to Zhou Ming: "How could you talk to Salm with that attitude just now? Do you know that as a great dictator in Iraq, his more than ten years of imperial life has fundamentally changed his thoughts and behaviors, and he is very likely to execute you directly!"

Zhou Ming shrugged meaninglessly at this: "Maybe, but I believe that if something really happens, you can definitely get rid of danger with Ambassador Lin's ability, right?"

In fact, Zhou Ming is certainly very clear in his heart, but now Zhou Ming is just asking for wealth and danger. After all, as an outsider who is nothing, he wants to persuade Sar.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) M, you must add a little bit of this kind of powerful medicine, otherwise he might not remember that he was himself at all; and now, once the multinational troops start attacking, Salm will remember that he has come after being severely injured, and then that is the time for him to exert his strength.

But today is January 19th, Iraqi time. The war that broke out two days ago has not begun yet. Will everything come true?

Zhou Ming could not predict that now he could only wait patiently for the beginning of the war.

...

The time difference between Iraq and the United States is seven hours. When Iraq reached noon, the genius in the United States was just dawning.

The two convoys entered the White House under the cover of the early morning. The two middle-aged men came to the president's study, namely Christo, the patriarch of the Adams family, and Normandy, the commander-in-chief of the Middle East Expeditionary Force. US President Walsh was waiting in his study.

Seeing them come in, Walsh said to them: "I'm sorry for asking the two to wake up so early, but I have something very important to discuss today."

After saying that, Walsh raised his hand to signal Normandy. Normandy took the conversation clearly and said, "Mr. Christo, yesterday, according to the President's order, the Middle East Expeditionary Force dispatched a total of 400 aircraft to conduct a dragnet cruise throughout the Gulf area, intercepting 30 aircraft, including Gulf Airlines and Peninsula Airlines passenger planes. The intelligence department investigated all the intercepted aircraft, but did not find a Chinese named Zhou Ming."

"This is impossible!" Christo immediately stood up and said, "Mr. President, did you tell me yesterday that there was information that Zhou Ming would change to another flight to Iraq? Why didn't he find it? Was it a military dereliction of duty? I know a large sandstorm broke out in Saudi Arabia yesterday."

"Mr. Christo, please believe that our Federal Air Force Air Force is the best young men. Even in yesterday's mission, they all took off against sandstorms. We also lost five aircraft and three excellent pilots in this mission!"

Christo smiled disdainfully, but he didn't say much, but just asked them: "Since that's the case, what are you asking me to do today?"

Faced with this problem, Walsh immediately took a report and handed it to Christo: "This is yesterday's military expenditure. Since this is a private task for Mr. Christo, these expenses need to be paid by you personally."

Christo just picked it up and took a look and threw it aside: "Those are easy to say, but I believe that Zhou Ming has sneaked into Iraq in some way. I need to start a war as soon as possible. I have communicated with the Rockefeller family in military expenses."

The answer made Walsh and Normandy's eyes lit up suddenly. Walsh said to Cristo: "Don't worry, my sir, the war is coming."

So, just like Zhou Ming's memory in his previous life, at 10:30 in the morning, US President Walsh officially signed a national security directive document for the commander-in-chief of the Central Committee, Normandy, ordering the US military to start war on Iraq. With the signing of this order, the entire Middle East suddenly became nervous. Whether it was the US military's base in the Middle East or Iraq, they were carrying out their final preparations before the war.

The war finally broke out at 2 a.m. Middle East time. Twenty F15s and thirty F16 fighters and twenty F117s took off from the airport of the Leah base under the cover of night, formed a formation in the air, and then flew straight to Kuwait.

Kuwait is the fuse of the Gulf War and the first line of defense arranged by Iraq. It is the location of the most elite legions, including more than 200,000 elite armored legions, as well as more than 100 aircraft, as well as countless long-range artillery and rockets. According to Salm's deployment, this will be the decisive place for Iraq and multinational forces, so it is natural.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page). After obtaining this information, the Americans chose the first and most important target of attack here.

Baker is an ordinary radar station observer in the Air Defense Battalion of the Iraqi Presidential Guard. He is a top student who graduated from Salm University. He joined the army to participate in the Kuwait War and witnessed the entire occupation of Kuwait by Iraq within 24 hours, which made him deeply feel the strength of his motherland. In the early morning of the 19th, it was his radar station station station in Kuwait.

Sitting in his own position, Baker finished his midnight snack and casually placed his lunch box on the table, staring at the radar screen in front of him.

"The radar tonight cannot be displayed, just like a girl's mind, it is completely blank. Oh, the terrible and powerful multinational troops, every day, like the passionate but unrestrained but silently shy Bensel girl, is irresistible, and tonight is another sad tranquility..."

From behind, the song of his comrades-in-arms was heard. It was an Iraqi folk song, which was later adapted by him into a song that satirized the multinational forces opposite. This was very talented in his own opinion, but in Baker's opinion, this guy who looked more like a gypsy girl should go to the music academy rather than wasting his musical cells in this damn radar station.

"Hey! I said cute Baker, come and see how I've been edited in my new song, don't always guard that boring radar."

It seemed that it was boring for him to sing alone, so he had to come and harass Baker, but Baker knocked off his hand impatiently: "I am a loyal guardian of the Republic, and I will not leave my post as vain as you do. I wonder if you don't know that the US president has signed the document for the attack order today?"

"So what? They had declared war a few days ago. Isn't it still the same quiet now?" he said.

But reality was like slapping him in the face. When he finished speaking, a harsh alarm sounded, and Baker immediately turned to look at the radar screen.

Looking at the green dots above, as dense as bees, Beck suddenly felt numb. He immediately grabbed the phone in the control room and shouted: "Enemy attack! The American plane is here! At eight o'clock, there are about sixty planes!"

As soon as he shouted this sentence hysterically, Baker suddenly felt a palpitation. It was a feeling that he could not describe it in words when the crisis came, as if he had predicted that if he did not run out of the room, he would die soon.

"Quick! Get out of here, it's dangerous!"

Baker shouted and left the radar room. The man laughed at Baker's actions: "I said rookie, can you really match this adjective? Isn't it just an American plane? Look, you're scared, and the radar has detected that the target is not us, what are you afraid of?"

No, we are radar stations and the eyes of the army. If we are knocked out, our troops will become blind men who cannot see the enemy at night, so the opponent's target must be us!

Baker shouted wildly in his heart, and then a howling sound of breaking through the air came from the air.

boom!

With a huge roar, a missile hit the radar station accurately. The huge fiery red mushroom cloud rose into the air. The powerful shock wave made Baker feel as if he was hit by a train head-on, and immediately knocked him over.

Baker's eyes, nose, and mouth kept oozing out of his eyes, scarlet blood. He lay on the ground and looked into the air.

What is that? Is it the secret weapon of the Americans? Or the devil crawling out of hell? But our radar is clearly on, why didn’t we see these bombers until we were hit? Why am I going to participate in this war here? Can we still win against enemies with such devilish weapons?

This was Baker's last thought, and then he fainted.
Chapter completed!