Chapter 257: The Devil's Weapon

With a loud bang, a ceramic cup was slammed onto the ground. The servant outside the door hurriedly went in to clean up, but only after a moment he was rushed out in a flurry.

All this was witnessed by Majid, who had just arrived. Majid is Salm's cousin and Iraq's current Minister of Defence and the Interior. He can be described as the second most powerful person in the country. He glanced at the servants, only to see them standing trembling at the door. Majid let out a sigh, waved his hand at the servants, signalled for them to follow him inside, and then opened the door to the reception room.

'Get out of here, all of you! Who gave you permission to come in? Don't test my patience, I'll have you executed!'

As soon as he opened the door to the reception room, Majid heard a torrent of abuse coming his way. He spread his hands in a helpless gesture and said, 'Cousin Salim, I'm sorry. I let them in because I thought the place needed cleaning up a bit. I'm just surprised at what's got you so angry. Has someone betrayed you? Or have the Americans done something again?'

'Majid, I can forgive you because it was you,' said Salm, and Majid bowed in thanks.

'If it had just been a betrayal, then I could have executed the perpetrator, whoever he was, but today's crime is clearly much worse!' Salm said, 'Majid, as Minister of the Interior, I assume you are already aware that the Chinese ambassador has requested an audience with me? He brought along a strange young man today, and it was this young man who showed me no respect, going so far as to say that the defensive line I have set up will cause heavy losses to my army!'

Then Salm relayed Zhou Ming's words to Majid, but this made Salm even more furious: 'This piece of shit, cursed by Allah, is full of nonsense . If he were the military attaché at the embassy or a distant military staff officer, perhaps his words would be of some value, but now, they were just the ramblings of a mental patient, worthless!

After hearing Salm's description, Majid frowned. As Minister of Defence, he obviously had more on his mind than Salm.

'My dear brother, I think these Eastern sayings may not be entirely useless. We can learn from them about concealment and deception, which could give us a huge advantage in the war against the Americans.' Majid said that his words were the most euphemistic expression he could think of.

However, despite this, Salm still pointed at Majid's nose and scolded, 'My brother, I can't believe it, you've also gone over to the side of those Chinese! It makes me angry. Although I admit that the Americans are strong, I don't think we are weaker than they are. Especially since our warriors are chosen by Allah, I believe they can defeat any opponent at the border!

'And what that Chinese man said was a very irresponsible and stupid thing to say. War is about keeping the enemy out of your country! I will not tolerate any retreat or weakness!' Salm said sternly.

For some reason, Majid suddenly felt a bad feeling when he heard Salm's declaration.

Meanwhile, outside the Presidential Palace, Zhou Ming had followed Lin Hong back to the minibus. Recalling the situation inside the Presidential Palace just now, Lin Hong couldn't help but say to Zhou Ming, 'How could you speak to Saddam with that attitude just now? Do you know that as the dictator of Iraq, his more than ten years of life as an emperor has fundamentally changed his thoughts and behaviour, and he is likely to execute you directly!'

Zhou Ming shrugged at this pointless remark: 'Maybe, but I believe that if anything does go wrong, with your abilities, Ambassador Lin, you will be able to turn a crisis into an opportunity, won't you?'

In fact, Zhou Ming knew very well what was going on, but now he was just trying to get rich and safe. After all, as an outsider who was nobody, if he wanted to persuade Salm, he had to use some strong medicine. otherwise he might not even remember that he exists. Now, once the multinational forces start attacking, and Salm is severely injured, he will remember me, and that will be the time for me to really make my move.

It's just that Today is already 19 January according to Iraqi time. The war that was supposed to break out two days ago has not yet started. Will everything go as planned?

Zhou Ming can't predict anything. Right now, he can only wait patiently for the war to begin.

Iraq and the United States have a seven-hour time difference. When it is noon in Iraq, it is just dawn in the United States.

The two teams entered the White House under the cover of the early morning. Two middle-aged men came to the President's study: they were Christo, the head of the Addams family, and Normandy, commander-in-chief of the Middle East Expeditionary Force. US President Walsh was waiting in his study.

Seeing them they entered, Walsh said to them: 'I'm sorry to have woken you both up so early, but I have something very important to discuss today.'

After saying this Walsh raised his hand to indicate Normandy, who picked up the conversation and said, 'Mr. Christo, yesterday, by order of the President, the Middle East Expeditionary Force dispatched a total of 400 sorties of aircraft to conduct conducted a net-like cruise, intercepting a total of 30 flights, including Gulf Air and Peninsula Airlines passenger aircraft. The intelligence department investigated all the intercepted aircraft, but did not find a Chinese man named Zhou Ming.'

'This is be! 'Christo immediately stood up and said, 'Mr. President, yesterday you told me that intelligence indicated that Zhou Ming would change to another flight to Iraq? How could it not be found? Is it a dereliction of duty on the part of the military? I know that a major sandstorm broke out in Saudi Arabia yesterday.'

'Christo Christo, please believe our Federal Air Force airmen, they are the best boys, and even in yesterday's mission, they took off in the face of the sandstorm. We have lost five planes and three excellent pilots in this mission!'

Christo laughed disdainfully, but he didn't say much more. He just asked them in return, 'If that's the case, what did you want to see me about today?'

Faced with this question, Walsh immediately took out a report and handed it to Christo: 'This is yesterday's military expenditure. Since this is a personal task carried out for Mr. Christo, you will need to pay for these expenses personally.'

Christo just picked it up, glanced at it and then threw it aside: 'That's all very well and good, but I believe that Zhou Ming has already infiltrated Iraq in some way. I need to start the war as soon as possible, and I've already spoken to the Rockefeller family about the military expenses.'

This answer made Walsh's and Normandy's eyes light up. Walsh said to Christo, 'Don't worry, my dear, war is coming.'

So, as Zhou Ming's previous life memory, at 10:30 a.m., US President Walsh officially signed the National Security Directive document to Commander-in-Chief of the Central Command, General Norman Schwarzkopf, ordering the US military to go to war with Iraq Iraq. With the signing of this order, tension in the entire Middle East suddenly increased, and both the US military bases in the Middle East and Iraq were making final preparations before the war.

The war finally broke out at 2am Middle Eastern time. Twenty F15s, thirty F16s and twenty F117s took off from the airfield at the Al-Riyah base under cover of night, formed up in the air and then flew straight towards Kuwait.

Kuwait was the fuse for the Gulf War. Kuwait was the first line of defence deployed by Iraq and was home to its most elite military units, including over 200,000 elite armoured troops, over 100 aircraft, and countless long-range artillery and rocket fire. According to Saddam plan, this would be the place where Iraq and the multinational forces would fight their decisive battle. So naturally, after obtaining this intelligence, the Americans chose this as the target of the first and most important strike.

Baker was a regular radar station observer in the Iraqi presidential guard's anti-aircraft battalion. A top student who graduated from the University of Salm, he joined the army and participated in the Kuwait War, witnessed the complete 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, he was also stationed at the radar station in Kuwait.

Sitting in his position, Beck finished his midnight snack and casually placed his lunchbox on the table, his eyes fixed on the radar screen in front of him.

'Tonight's radar is unable to display, just like a girl's mind, it is completely blank. Oh, the terrible and powerful multinational forces, every day they are like passionate but shy Persians, tonight is another sad silence...'

From behind him came came the singing voice of a comrade-in-arms. It was an Iraqi folk song, which he later adapted to make a satirical song against the multinational forces opposite. In his own opinion, this was very talented, but in Baker's opinion thought this guy, who looked more like a gypsy girl, should have gone to music school instead of wasting his musical talent at this damn radar station, staring at the boring green screen every day.

'Hey! said the cute Baker, come and see how I've arranged this new song, don't just stand there watching that boring radar.'

He didn't seem to be having any fun singing alone, so he had to come and bother Baker, but Baker impatiently shook his hand off: 'I am a loyal defender of the republic, like you, who deserted his post. I'm surprised you don't know that the US President signed the order to attack today.'

'So what? ? They declared war a few days ago, and it's still quiet,' he said.

But reality slapped him in the face like a slap in the face. As soon as he finished speaking, the shrill alarm sounded, and Baker immediately turned to look at the radar screen.

Looking at the like a swarm of bees, Beck's scalp tingled intermittently. He immediately grabbed the phone in the control room and shouted, 'Enemy attack! The Yanks are here! There are about 60 planes at our 8 o'clock position!'

Only after hysterically . As soon as Baker hysterically shouted this, he suddenly felt a heart palpitation. It was an indescribable feeling of impending crisis, as if he had foreseen that if he did not run out of the room, he would die immediately.

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

Baker shouted and left the radar room. The man laughed at Baker's actions and said, 'I'll say, rookie, you really live up to that description. It's just an American plane, isn't it? Look how scared you are. And the radar has already detected that the target is not us, so what are you afraid of?'

No, we We are the radar station, the eyes of the army. If we are destroyed, our troops will become blind at night and unable to see the enemy. So the target must be us!

Beck shouted in his heart, and then there was a whistling sound in the air.

With a loud noise, a missile hit the radar station with pinpoint accuracy, a huge fiery red mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the powerful shockwave made Baker feel as if he had been hit head-on by a train, knocking him over instantly.

Baker's eyes eyes, nose and mouth were oozing scarlet blood. He lay on the ground, looking up at the sky.

What was that ? Was it the Americans' secret weapon? Or was it the devil crawling out of hell? But our radar was clearly on, so why didn't we see these bombers until we were hit? Why was I have to fight in this war? Can we possibly win against an enemy with such devilish weapons?

These were the last thoughts in Baker's mind before he passed out.