With a bang, a ceramic cup was slammed to the ground, and the servants outside the door hurried in to clean it up, only to be scrambled out in a few moments.

All this was seen by Majid, who happened to come over, Majid was Salm's cousin, and the current Minister of Defense and Interior of Iraq, so to speak, the number two man above ten thousand people under one man, and he glanced at the servants, and saw that they were all standing trembling in the doorway, and Majid sighed, he waved to the servants, motioned for them to follow him in, and then he opened the door of the reception room.

"Get out of here, who allowed you in?don't challenge my patience, I'll kill you!"

As soon as he opened the door of the reception room, Majid heard a burst of angry scolding coming at him, and 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'm surprised what makes you so angry? Did someone betray you? Or did the Americans do something?"

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

"If it's just a 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 Minister of the Interior, I think you must already know about the Chinese ambassador's request to see me, right? He brought an inexplicable young man today, and this young man has no respect for me, and he actually said that the defensive line I have set up will cause my army to suffer heavy losses!"

Then Salm relayed Zhou Ming's words to Majid, but this made Salm even more angry: "This shit spurned by Allah, full of nonsense, if he is a military attache of the embassy or a staff officer from a distant distance, maybe his words still have a little bit of value, but now, it is just the moaning and moaning of a mentally ill person, worthless!"

After listening to Salm's description, Majid frowned, as Minister of Defense, he obviously thought more than Salm.

"My father, I think that these statements from the East are perhaps not for nothing, and that we can hear in them about concealment and deception, which can give us a great advantage in the war against the Americans. Majid said that his words were the most euphemistic he could think of.

However, despite this, Salm still pointed at Majid's nose and scolded: "My brother, I can't believe that you are actually in the same league with those Chinese! This makes me angry, although I admit that the Americans are strong, but I think we are not weaker than them, especially our fighters are all selected by Allah, I believe that they will be able to defeat all opponents on the border!"

"And what the Chinese said is a very irresponsible, very stupid behavior, the so-called war, is to keep the enemy out of the country! I will never allow any retreat and weakness!" Salm said sternly.

For some reason, Majid's face of Salm's declaration suddenly made him feel an inexplicable premonition.

At the same time, outside the presidential palace, Zhou Ming had already followed Lin Hong back to the minibus, recalling the situation in the presidential palace just now, so 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 the great dictator of Iraq, his thoughts and behaviors have been fundamentally changed after more than ten years of imperial life, and it is very likely that he will directly execute you!"

Zhou Ming shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly: "Maybe, but I believe that if something really goes wrong, with Ambassador Lin, your ability will definitely be able to save the day, right?"

In fact, Zhou Ming is of course very clear in his heart, but now Zhou Ming is in danger of wealth and wealth, after all, as an outsider who is nothing, if he wants to move Salm, he must have a little bit of this kind of fierce medicine, otherwise he may not remember that he is a person at all;

It's just that today is January 19, Iraq time, and the war that should have broken out two days ago has not yet begun, will everything go as planned?

Zhou Ming couldn't predict it, and now he could only wait patiently for the start of the war.

......

The time difference between Iraq and the United States was seven hours, and by noon in Iraq, the genius on the American side had just dawned.

Under the cover of the early hours of the morning, two middle-aged people entered the White House, and two middle-aged people came to the president's study, they were Christo, the patriarch of the Addams family, and Normandy, the commander-in-chief of the Middle East Expeditionary Force, and US President Walsh was waiting in his study.

When they came in, Walsh said to them, "I'm sorry to wake you up so early, but I have something very important to discuss today." ”

After speaking, Walsh raised his hand and signaled Normandy, and Normandy took over very clearly and said: "Mr. Christo, yesterday, according to the president's order, the Middle East Expeditionary Force dispatched a total of 400 sorties to carry out dragnet patrols throughout the Gulf region, intercepting a total of 30 aircraft, including Gulf Air and Peninsula Air passenger planes, and the intelligence department investigated all the intercepted aircraft, but did not find a Chinese named Zhou Ming. ”

"This can't be!" Christo immediately stood up and said, "Mr. President, yesterday you told me that there was intelligence that Zhou Ming would take another flight to Iraq? Why didn't he find out? Is it a dereliction of duty on the part of the military? I know that a big sandstorm broke out in Saudi Arabia yesterday. ”

"Mr. Christo, please believe our Federal Air Force Aviation, they are the best young men, even in yesterday's mission, they all took off against a sandstorm, and we also lost five planes and three excellent pilots in this mission!"

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

Faced with this question, Walsh immediately took out a report and handed it to Christo: "This is yesterday's military expenditure, and since this is a personal mission for you, Mr. Christo, these expenses need to be paid by you personally. ”

Christo just picked it up and glanced at it and then threw it aside: "These are easy to say, but I believe that Zhou Ming has infiltrated Iraq through some means, and I need to start a war as soon as possible, and I have already communicated with the Rockefeller family about military expenses." ”

This answer lit up the eyes of both Walsh and Normandy, and Walsh said to Christo: "Don't worry, my sir, 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 to Normandy, the commander-in-chief of the Central Committee, ordering the US military to go to war in Iraq.

The war finally broke out at two o'clock in the morning Middle East time, and twenty F15s, thirty F16 fighters and twenty F117s took off from the airfield at the Leah base under the cover of night, formed a formation in the air, and then flew straight to Kuwait.

Kuwait was the trigger of the Gulf War, and it was also the first line of defense laid out by Iraq, and the most elite army corps, including more than 200,000 elite armored corps, more than 100 aircraft, and countless long-range artillery fire and rockets.

Baker was an ordinary radar station observer in the air defense battalion of the Iraqi presidential guard, a top graduate of Salm University, who joined the army and participated in the Kuwaiti war, and witnessed the entire Iraqi occupation of Kuwait in 24 hours, which made him deeply feel the strength of his homeland. In the early morning of the 19th, it was he who was stationed at the radar station in Kuwait.

Sitting in his place, Baker finished his supper and casually placed his lunch box on the table, his eyes fixed on the radar screen in front of him.

"Tonight's radar can't show it, it's like a girl's mind, it's completely blank, oh terrible and powerful multinational force, every day is as passionate and unrestrained but silently shy as the Benssel girl, and tonight is a sad quiet ......"

From behind came the singing of his comrades, an Iraqi ballad, which he later adapted into a satirical song about the multinational forces opposite, which in his own opinion was very talented, but in Baker's opinion, this guy who was more like a gypsy girl should go to the conservatory, and not waste his musical cells on this damn radar station, watching boring green screens every day.

"Hey, I said cute Baker, come and see how I wrote this new song, don't keep that boring radar on the radar. ”

He didn't seem to be interested in singing alone, so he had to come over to harass Baker, but Baker was very impatient and knocked off his hand: "I am a loyal defender of the Republic, I will not leave my post without permission like you, I am so strange Don't you know that today the President of the United States has signed the document of the attack order?"

"So what? They had declared war a few days ago, and aren't they still as quiet now?" he said.

But reality seemed to slap him in the face, and as soon as he finished speaking, a piercing alarm sounded, and Baker immediately turned his head to look at the radar screen.

Looking at the dense green dots like a swarm of bees on it, Beck's scalp suddenly tingled, and he immediately grabbed the phone in the control room and shouted: "Enemy attack! Yankee's planes are coming! At eight o'clock in our direction, there are about sixty planes!"

As soon as he shouted this sentence hysterically, Baker suddenly felt a palpitation, a feeling that could not be described in words when a crisis came, as if he had foreseen that if he did not run out of the room, he would die immediately.

"Get out of here, danger!"

Baker shouted and left the radar room, and the man watched Baker's movements and laughed: "I said rookie, you can really match this adjective, isn't it the Yankee's plane? Look, it scares you, and the radar has detected it, and the target is not us, what are you afraid of?"

No, we are a radar station, the eyes of the army, and if we are knocked out, our troops will become blind people who cannot see the enemy at night, so the target of the other side will definitely be us!

Baker shouted in his heart, and immediately after, there was a whistling sound in the air.

Rumble!

With a loud roar, a missile accurately hit the radar station, and a huge cloud of fiery red mushrooms rose into the air, and the powerful shock wave made Baker feel as if he had been hit head-on by a train, and he was knocked over in an instant.

Beck's eyes, nose, and mouth were constantly oozing scarlet blood, and he lay on the ground, looking into the air.

What is that? Is it the secret weapon of the Americans? Or is it the devil who crawled out of hell? But why didn't we see these bombers until we were hit, when our radar was on? Why did I join this war here? Can we still win against an enemy with such a devilish weapon?

That was Baker's last thought, and he fainted.