Chapter 251: Stealing the show

Zaharan is an air force base of the US military in Oman. Not only was it an important air force transit station for the US military to prepare for the Gulf War, but it was also was very close to the Persian Gulf. US aircraft could cover the entire Strait of Hormuz in just 20 minutes, and thus control the only waterway to the Persian Gulf. {166 Book Library None}

Local At 7 pm on the 17th, local time, the US airmen at the base had just finished dinner when they received an order that they found very strange: the F16 formation was to take off immediately to intercept a flight from Pakistan to Iraq.

Of course , if this was a normal order, after all, the Gulf War was about to break out, and the entire Middle East could be considered a war zone. The 400,000 US troops were just waiting for the President's order to launch an attack. So at this time, it is not so strange for the US Air Force to intercept aircraft flying to Iraq, because before the [__] fictional war, it was also necessary to isolate the enemy to a certain extent, and intercepting aircraft was also a means to do so.

Zahraan's American soldiers also understood, but this time they were surprised that the order required the base's pilots with the longest flight time and most interception experience to be responsible for interception, and at the same time the command gave them the order to shoot down interceptor aircraft if necessary.

With this order came out, there was an uproar throughout the Zhalan base. These well-fed American soldiers suddenly became curious: 'Hey, why do the longest-flying and most experienced pilots have to intercept? someone important going to Iraq? Or was there an atomic bomb on board? That must be a Chinese conspiracy!'

Someone else wickedly guessed wickedly: 'But in my opinion, there is a very likely possibility of a filthy backroom deal. Those flying counts are eager to boost their own track records, but air combat, even with an F16, there is a possibility of crashing, so they can only take advantage of these poor defenceless lambs, and they only sell their asses to get the command to add this order!'

'But if they were intercepting not just any old plane, but a modified super fighter jet, and shooting all the damn bastards down, that would have made me really happy...

But no matter no matter what they said about it, the military order had to be carried out. So five minutes later, two F16 fighter jets armed and ready took off from the Zhalan base Zahraan Air Base, took off one after the other and headed straight for the skies above the Arabian Sea. According to the data analysis transmitted by the command headquarters, they quickly locked onto their target.

Although the target was just a passenger plane, they, as the most experienced pilots at the Zahran Air Base, still adopted a method of having one plane escort the target to warn it of a forced landing, while the other plane followed in hot pursuit, ready to fire at any time. They were unwilling to face the humiliation of being outmaneuvered for the rest of their lives.

After confirming the identity of the other plane via radio connection to confirm the identity of the other party, the accompanying pilot began to shout: 'Hello, friends over there, we are the Bird of the United States Air Force's Zahar'an Base, number 369. I am been ordered to intercept you. I need you to come with me to Zachlan Air Base as my guests, but I hope you will put up some resistance, because then the guys behind you can shoot you in the ass really hard!'

With this warning, the passenger plane surrendered without hesitation, and followed the two fighter jets as they changed course and finally landed at the Zhalan Air Base.

At the same time the White House also received the news immediately. Brent, the US President's national security affairs assistant, hurried back to report to President Walsh: 'Mr President, the plane has been captured by the pilot of Zahran captured by the pilot, and it has now landed at the base. The crew is also under our control, but we have not found the Chinese man called Zhou Ming.'

With Brent's final words, the president, who had been clenching his fists and ready to cheer, suddenly froze as if he had been hit with a blunt object.

'No Chinese? Why? Was the information from the intelligence service wrong? But there were only a few flights a day from Pakistan to Iraq, so it was impossible that the pilot on the front line had got the flight number wrong. Who could tell him what had happened? Walsh was completely unable to accept this and shouted.

Faced with such Walsh, Brent could only helplessly shrug his shoulders: 'I think maybe he didn't go to Iraq, or maybe our intelligence agency got the time wrong from the beginning.'

When Brent puts forward his opinion, President Walsh regains his composure and shakes his head, saying, 'Since we failed to intercept him in the first place, I have a hunch that we will not have another chance to intercept him again.'

'Hunch? 'Brent was surprised. He really didn't expect Walsh, as president, to be superstitious about this.

Walsh nodded nodded, but did not explain much. Instead, he told Brent, 'Go give the Department of Defense a call. Give each of the pilots who participated in this interception mission a Silver Star for each pilot who participated in the interception mission. In addition, conduct a rigorous investigation of everyone else on that plane. I believe if there is a problem, it will definitely be here!'

Walsh's tone was very assertive, but when Brent recorded Walsh's presidential order to leave and contact the Department of Defense, Walsh inexplicably grabbed his hair and muttered, 'What the hell went wrong? Chinese guy just disappeared? We have all those planes and radar networks in the Middle East, and we can't even catch one guy?'

At the end of it all, Walsh let out a gasp of disbelief: 'If that's the case, then the Gulf War was lost even before it began, to that one Chinese guy... But where the hell did he go?'

While President Walsh was burning his brain cells in his office for no reason, while at Karachi Airport, a flight from Pakistan was landing smoothly on the runway. When the plane came to a stop, Zhou Minghe's desert squad walked out of the cabin.

Following the flow of people , Zhou Ming and his team walked out of the airport. A young soldier came up behind them and whispered to Zhou Ming: 'Commander Zhou Ming, I just received news from the mainland. just as you predicted, the flight to Iraq was captured by the US Air Force an hour and a half ago, and the plane and all the people on board are now being interrogated by the Americans at the Dahran base in Oman.'

Hearing this news Zhou Ming let out a sigh of relief: he had thought that he had overestimated himself, but now it seemed that his judgment had been correct. However, it didn't seem that he had wanted to go directly to Iraq.

He remembered that when he was when facing Yang Lao and the others in Jingyuan Pavilion, Zhou Ming said that he wanted to delay the coming Gulf War, but Iraq Iraq was his last stop because Zhou Ming needed to find military funding for the arms needed for future guerrilla warfare.

Without food or clothes, the enemy will provide; without guns or cannons, the enemy will build them for us!

This sounds very morale, but in reality there are only a handful of armies in the world that can really do this. For more so-called guerrilla warfare, it is still necessary to have a third party provide the arms.

Combining my own memories, the Iraqi army surrendered in droves in the face of the relentless bombing by the US army. The scale was not much different, so for this kind of army, no matter what Zhou Ming thinks, they must have ammunition to fight guerrilla warfare. It is precisely because of this that he went to the skunk factory to look for laser-guided bullets and deliberately returned to the country.

Although China's technological weapons weapons are a long way behind those of the United States, when it comes to guerrilla warfare weapons, the Americans, who are used to high-tech weapons, can't catch up with China no matter how hard they try. During the previous war in Afghanistan, the former Soviet army had a hard time dealing with the Chinese guerrilla warfare weapons.

It can be said that for Iraq future guerrilla warfare, Zhou Ming had already prepared the arms for him, but he had no intention of paying for the military expenses. Although guerrilla weapons are were much cheaper than the high-tech weapons of the US military, but Zhou Ming still refused to pay. It wasn't a question of whether it was more or less, but rather that Zhou Ming didn't have the noble sentiment to pay for the weapons of a country he didn't know.

Due to Iraq's invasion of Kuwait, one of the main reasons was that Iraq owed a lot of foreign debt. He hoped that Kuwait would raise the price of oil with him so that he could make more money from selling oil.

Therefore, it is obvious show that Iraq was already penniless, so it was definitely unrealistic to expect him to pay for it. So Zhou Ming set his sights on another local tyrant, Saudi Arabia.

This country hardly needs need to be introduced. This country is world-famous for its wealth. With the world's largest oil reserves and production, the Saudis are rich beyond their wildest dreams just by relying on the extraction and export of oil.

And because money comes so easy to come by, so the Saudis, especially the Saudi royal family, basically have no concept of wealth. In their view, money in the bank is just an insignificant number, and they can spend it as they like. So much so that they would spend 3 500 million US dollars to buy medium-range missiles from China; one prince also consulted with the UK about buying Buckingham Palace and said that the price was not an issue; and there was even a prince who, in order to see the missiles in person, gave the missile force a gift of more than 100 million US dollars in jewellery.

Zhou Ming also knew that the that are so uncivilised and inhumane, and that's why he thought of skimming some military funds from them.

So when Zhou Ming transit, he switched to a flight to Saudi Arabia. At that time, Zhou Ming wondered if he would be discovered by the omnipresent American intelligence agency, or if the Addams family had put pressure on the president to use the air force to intercept him. Therefore, when Zhou Ming was at Jingyuan Pavilion discussed this with Yang Lao, who readily agreed to use the power of the state to help him pull off this deception.

If anyone were to look into it , they can only find out that Zhou Ming did indeed take the original flight to Iraq, but the people who actually took the flight were a group of actors arranged by the state; Zhou Ming, on the other hand, secretly replaced them and went to Saudi Arabia, which is next to Iraq.

I'm afraid that the US President, Mr. is jumping with anger right now?

Chou Ming thought idly thinking idly, but he quickly put aside his idle thoughts because as soon as he walked out of the airport exit, he saw a Chinese man holding a sign with his name on it across the street. Zhou Ming knew that it was someone from the embassy, and it had been arranged like this while he was still in the country.

Zhou Ming went over to meet the contact, and only learned that the man was Zhu Xi, Minister-Counsellor at the embassy.

After all, he had been abroad for two years, so Zhou Ming had a certain understanding of the embassy's setup and knew that this Minister-Counsellor was actually the second-in-command at the embassy, second only to the ambassador person, and generally if the ambassador leaves his post or is otherwise unavailable, the minister-counselor is empowered to temporarily act on behalf of the ambassador in handling relevant affairs, which shows the importance of the position.

On the other hand , the ambassador and minister of an embassy are generally the linchpins of the establishment, and their every move affects the nerves of other countries. However, the relatively unimportant rank of minister-counselor gives them a lot of freedom, which shows that the embassy has given this careful consideration.

Facing Zhu Xi, Zhou Ming without any formalities, he said directly, 'Hello, Minister Zhu Xi. I think you already know what I want.'

Zhu Xi nodded in reply 'The ambassador has already briefed me, and I have already contacted Prince Hariri for you. You can meet with him this evening. Do you want to meet with him now?'

'Of course, that's why I'm here,' Zhou Ming replied.