“Um…”

Kharif's words aroused Rahman's power and his deepest ambition.

The inadvertent expression of consciousness seemed to have not noticed that the so-called "launch of a full-scale civil war" and "attack of Saudi Arabia" these extremely crazy ideas of war did not originally belong to him, but were buried by someone in his mind some day not long ago.

But when did that happen?

The consciousness has entered confusion and frenzy, and Rahman naturally cannot answer this question. He just felt a surge of heart intuition, as if the Liberal Party's unified empire is already in front of him:

"Mr. Kharif, you, you're right!

Now we don’t need to think about other trivial matters; all we need to do is win this damn war.”

...

It was already dark, and the Middle East, which had experienced war, fell into a brief silence.

Located 150 kilometers east of Aleppo, Syria's "capital" Aleppo, located in Sabha on the banks of the Euphrates River, there are still stars and lights among the undulating mountains in the remote suburbs. When approaching from far away from the mountainous areas, you can vaguely hear the continuous shallow roar, which is a huge fan that vents the large underground building structures running.

The sound of the fan operation indicates that the Sabha-Kudim underground water channel project, the underground water conservancy hub that has been built over the years has now resumed construction, or the minimum operation; but it is completely different from the original design function of the canal. In the vast underground space excavated by large machinery, it moves forward along the rough wall and endless underwater channel. In the original abandoned underground structure without a figure, it is already brightly lit at this time.

Sabha-Kudim Water Conservancy Hub. It is a large-scale comprehensive water source dispatch project jointly built by the World Bank and Syria. Its original intention is to upgrade the Euphrates River water and transport it to the south to the culvert to solve the problems of irrigation and drinking water in the arid areas in central Syria.

The progress of this huge project has been relatively smooth in the years since the start of construction, but as the situation in Syria changes, especially after the outbreak of the civil war, Sabha and the nearby areas were occupied by the Liberal Party armed forces, the project naturally stagnated.

In the northern engineering section of the water conservancy hub outside Sabha, just a few months ago, there was still a desolate scene of shutdown; while in Syria's chaos due to the civil war, teams of construction workers were busy in the abandoned underground structure. They leveled the ground of the culvert, set up ventilation ducts and fans, cleaned and repaired the huge space originally used to install giant water pumps, and installed many isolation doors between the canal and the caves reserved in the annex, dividing the originally interconnected areas one by one.

In short, unlike the original purpose of peace, it has obviously been converted into a military facility.

Walking on the cement floor that had just been paved, wearing a gray-colored white coat. People were moving from time to time in the huge underground facilities, including Aziz Ibn, one of the participants of the secret mission. The Colonel of the Syrian Free Army Air Force and the staff in the facilities walked along the way, passing through several gates guarded by gun guards, and looked around curiously as they walked:

"I said Wahid, are you fiddling with secret projects here?"

"Yes, Mr. Colonel."

Following the Colonel of the Free Army into another painted iron gate that was not long ago, and entering the wide lane from the small door that opened several meters high. Osama Wahid, a staff member of the underground facility, patiently introduced the general situation here to the Colonel, and then said excitedly:

"… Then, it's here that we can provide strong support to FSA right away."

"Oh? Is it..."

Hearing Wahid's words, the colonel muttered twice without comment. In fact, although he was a representative of the Air Force today, as a representative of the Air Force, he still had some doubts about the promises given by the leader Rahman.

Naturally, the leader's personal ability will not be questioned at all.

But as a soldier, you must be down-to-earth when thinking and doing things. As far as he saw and heard along the way, you can't see what connection this hasty underground facility will have with FSA.

At present, the civil war in Syria is in full swing. The Liberal Air Force suffered heavy losses in the battle with the government forces SRAF and Iraq's new party Nata, and urgently needed pilots and fighter jets to supplement it. The former can be solved with money, but the latter has become a problem for a while: fighter jets are not automatic rifles, rocket launchers, whether they are openly buying money or secretly smuggling, as the United Nations continues to increase sanctions and major countries respond to the arms embargo, it is not easy today.

But no matter how difficult it is, since there is a trade pipeline like Turkey, why not buy more fighter jets for FSA, even if it is a second-hand product found on the market? It is said to be "providing supplements for FSA", but what can be done in this underground water canal? The leader will not be busy with business and too much pressure, so he is fantastic about producing fighter jets on his own, right?

Fighters are not bicycles. With Syria's industrial and technological foundation, no matter how determined they are, they cannot do this!

Thinking of this, the colonel first coughed lightly and expressed his doubts to Wahid:

"But seriously, I still don't understand: the leader said at a previous combat meeting that we will soon be able to replenish a large number of fighter jets and weapons and ammunition, and 'as much as you want'. But Wahid, no matter how I think this is just a large warehouse, I didn't hear the roar of production equipment; then where are these things, you don't necessarily have to say, we dug up Aladdin magic lamp here, and we can make a wish and have whatever you want!"

"Ah, Mr. Colonel, I fully understand your doubts."

Taking the officer through this short lane, Wahid lowered his voice and told Colonel Ibn that they had followed a shortcut to the central area of ​​the underground structure, which was the side of the underground culvert that was originally used as a waterway.

Facing the colonel's doubts and the unbelievable expression in his tone, standing in front of the iron gate leading to the "drain", that is, the huge underground burrow, Wahid's expression became a little excited, and even with a hint of inexplicable piety. He put his hand on the latch switch, opened his eyes wide to the colonel behind him, and showed an exaggerated smile:

"Then, Mr. Aziz Ibn, please see for yourself."

The iron gate slowly opened, the colonel walked through the gate and entered the inside of the culvert, and then he stood at the door in a daze, with an incredible look of surprise.

As Wahid turned on the lighting, right in front of the colonel, a ray of light gradually appeared in the wide burial of dim light; looking down from the height where the two stood, a group of dark gray figures gradually emerged from the darkness that disappeared like a tide. With great surprise, the colonel hesitated to walk forward two steps forward, clutching the corridor railings tightly into the distance. The burial with the lights opened was very long, and it was impossible to see the end at first sight, but wherever he saw, there were all these gray figures arranged in a row-

These……

All of these seem to be fighter jets?

I became stunned by the scene in front of me, but the colonel's professional quality and vision were still there, allowing him to distinguish the outlines of the gray shadows under the dim light. Although reason was telling him that this was impossible; he stared at the dark gray body closest to him with his pupils, the familiar rough linear shape, and even today it seemed that there was no lack of sci-fi overall structure. The iconic diamond wings looked like a flight-type rocket fighter made the colonel tremble with his hand. He pointed to quietly dormant in the culvert, and at first glance there were at least dozens of neatly arranged fighter jets:

"Washid, this, this is—"

"Yes, Mr. Colonel; this is the latest support the leader has received, a heavy gift from the mysterious guest."

Hearing Wahid's words, probably to prove that he was not dazzled, Colonel Ibn looked around for a few times, climbing down an iron ladder with some hands and feet. He stood on the ground of the cold and rough tunnel for a moment, and then approached the dark gray fighter jets parked on the ground with a little awe. In the process, his only remaining reason told himself that these fighter jets were quite large in size, and the heavy and majestic sense of oppression also showed that what he saw with his own eyes was definitely not a model or phantom, but an extremely real and terrifying war machine.

Walking near the fighter plane and standing under the slender front fuselage, the colonel looked back at Wahid who was following the iron ladder. The latter raised his head to him in the dim light; as if he had received permission, he hesitantly raised his hand and touched the metal skin on the belly of the fighter plane, feeling the slight coolness within reach.

These fighter planes, these dark gray sky giant birds, are indeed...

"Washid, these fighter jets...if I read that correctly..."

"Oh, that's it, my Mr. Colonel,"

Compared with the stunned and a little dazed colonel, Wahid, who was involved in the project, had obviously known some secrets of the Sabha underground project, and his tone was filled with a hint of unstoppable fanaticism:

"You should have seen it too, right? I suddenly have so many powerful fighter jets, and I think it's completely incredible. There are 197 fighter jets now, and the number is increasing every day, and they are stored in our temporary underground burial like this. As an ordinary staff member, although I don't know how the omnipotent leader did it, as you can see, I can still be honored to introduce you to the latest fighter jets that the Liberal Air Force will be acquired by FSA:

yf-23, nicknamed ‘Ghost’!

This is the bright scimitar that we can dominate the Middle East sky.” (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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