() Back at the branch of Longteng International, Canglong was locked in the room alone, and no one was seen until noon, when Vivien suddenly came to the door

"He's still in there," Vivian asked, and the stern nodded on the side and said, "President Cang said that no one should be disturbed, even if it was an American."

"Why is this guy getting more and more sissy, isn't he just pushed backwards, is it so hypocritical," said Vivien, who walked to the door and kicked it up like Canglong kicked open the door of her office in the morning, but it was obvious that she didn't have Canglong's strength, and her foot hurt

Seeing Vivian's painful look, she hurriedly said, "This door is specially made."

"Don't say it sooner," Vivien blamed, and could only shrug his shoulders, but soon his face changed, and Vivien pulled out a pistol and shot it at the doorknob

With a "bang", Vivien learned to be smart this time, put away her pistol and said to Grim, "Kick the door open"

grim face is not happy, where does he dare to kick the door of the dragon, seeing this, Vivian said: "I am responsible for the accident, but if I don't kick the door open and let him deal with the matter at hand, then something big will happen."

Grim can only pass, but he didn't dare to kick, but just hit the door, along with the guards, were smashed, Grim's body was unstable and fell to the ground, Vivian rushed in, and thought that Canglong should be in a daze or something else, but saw Canglong holding a pen and writing something, and the behavior of the two did not disturb him at all

Yan stood up and was about to explain Canglong and said: "Go out and close the door, and the money for repairing the door will be deducted from your salary."

Hearing that the words were grim and bitter, he couldn't say why I was deducting my salary, but he still nodded and left, Vivian walked over, looked at what Canglong wrote, and teased: "I thought you were crying in the office like a girl, and you were rushing over to comfort you, but I didn't expect you to heal yourself."

Canglong didn't look at her and said, "Don't talk nonsense, what's the point, come to me in person"

"No, this time, the new Supreme Commander of the U.S. Forces in Iraq is here," Vivien said seriously, "and she has just taken off from Baghdad Air Base and will arrive at Basra airport in about forty minutes."

"Hmm," Canglong frowned, put down the pen in his hand, "What is she doing in Basra?"

"It seems that you know her, I heard that the supreme commander of the US forces in Iraq used to be the deputy director of the CIA, and was later transferred to the US Defense Intelligence Agency, that is, the mastermind of the attack on Binglan, and she is a beautiful woman," said Vivian, who looked at Canglong with kindness, "You are now a person with a wife, you can't talk about it, your reputation as a prophet is over, and this flower is still an American flower."

"You have so much time to be sarcastic, I might as well think about how to deal with her," Canglong said, picking up his pen and continuing to write

Vivian looked at it strangely and found that the dragon seemed to be drawing, and it was a topographic map of the entire Basra province, and the dragon marked a lot of points on it in detail, some of them were red and some were green, and Vivian was strange: "What is this, you hide in the office and do this all morning"

"Missile Force Deployment Map" Canglong drew intently, "The red dots represent the places that may be attacked, the green dots represent the places that are most unlikely to be deployed for defense, and the missile units of the Prophet Army will be deployed on these green dots, which is also the only armed force we need to develop."

Vivian didn't expect Canglong to think so long-term, and he also drew a missile deployment map himself: "No wonder you asked me to get so many anti-aircraft missiles from Alidaiyi, but isn't it too early, after all, it will take half a year to wait for the remnants of the Mahdi Army and the Baath Party to be resolved."

"Early," Canglong shook his head, "If we really wait for the security forces and the U.S. military to attack, it will be too late for us to prepare, not to mention that the new Supreme Commander of the U.S. Army will not be the remnants of the Baath Party and the Mahdi Army first, but our Prophet Army."

Hearing this, Vivian looked surprised: "How can it be that the capital is in the north, even if they solve the Mahdi Army, there are still remnants of the Baath Party, how can they cross so far to deal with us first, not to mention the excuse, we just ask for autonomy and have not split, and have not broken away from zhōng yāngzhèng fǔ"

"Excuse" Canglong smiled sarcastically, "The Americans hit Afghanistan under the pretext of anti-terrorism, hit Iraq with weapons of mass destruction, do you think they need an excuse?"

"Even if they didn't need an excuse, wouldn't it be incredible to fire at us so sharply in the first place," Vivien disagreed

"The other commanders wouldn't do that, but Natasha would definitely do it, she would definitely see me as the first threat, and it's not surprising that she came here mainly to listen to our reality and truth," Canglong continued to draw

"You really know her," Vivien teased, "The relationship doesn't look shallow, I tell you, don't be sorry for Binglan, otherwise."

"Thanks to you, I was already sorry for my fiancée last night, as for Ruomo, I have nothing to do with her, you don't have to be wary of me because of her," Canglong's tone suddenly became cold, "It's more real to set your eyes on Americans than on me."

"Since you think they're going to deal with us as soon as possible, what do you say we're going to do now that everything is rebuilding in Basra," Vivien said

"Learn from Zhuge Kongming, sing an empty city plan, although Natasha is very smart, but smart people are very suspicious, we don't show anything, it's much better than showing everything," Canglong said calmly, "In addition, let Chiram meet her, let the snow leopard take Team B to protect her, fully armed, and after Natasha enters Basra, I don't want her to see any attacks, and I don't want any demonstrations to appear, that's what you have to do next."

"I don't understand, since it's an empty city plan, why should Team B be exposed," Vivien wondered

"Don't ask so much, why just do it," Canglong was a little impatient, "And what happened last night, don't think I'll forgive you"

"Stingy," Vivien muttered, and left

Natasha's plane was escorted by the Air Force, but it was clear that there was no attack along the way, and even the Basra airport did not close the channel for the arrival of the Supreme Commander of the US Army, but opened the channel and navigated and landed for them

When Natasha stepped off the plane, she was surprised to see that the governor of Basra province was waiting for her with a group of heavily armed soldiers, and she thought there would be a fight, ready to withdraw to the plane, but found Chiram walking over with a smile on his face and shaking her hand: "Welcome, welcome, welcome"

Natasha relaxed at this time, but still let the few people who accompanied her get off the plane first and took a good position, but soon the soldiers on both sides began to secretly fight

Natasha stayed on the same line with Chiram at all times, the airport was not as congested as Baghdad, the road was very smooth, and there was no anti-American sentiment when she met the locals, and everyone behaved very naturally, which surprised Natasha very much, but naturally she would not show it

"Basra province has now abolished the jǐng cha and replaced it with the militia to maintain order," Chiram told Natasha about everything as she walked

"Militia" Natasha looked at the soldiers who were wearing military uniforms and maintaining order, and at that time she thought that this was a regular army, after all, at the level of Iraqis, soldiers should be lazy and lazy, which is already commonplace in the eyes of Americans

"Then these around me should be your regular troops, right?" said Natasha, looking at the snow leopard who was fighting against her subordinates

"Yes, these are our regular troops, some of them are foreigners," Zinnam explained calmly

Natasha frowned, but was instantly relieved, and then got into the welcoming vehicle under the leadership of Zinum

"Uncle Sam, the situation here is not good," Natasha frowned as soon as she got into the car

"Don't call me Uncle Sam," said the heavily armed special forces soldier next to Natasha, impatiently, "You should call me Sea Eagle, Sea Eagle understand?"

"Well, Uncle Sam, what do you think of the situation here," Natasha asked

Sam was speechless: "Those militias don't look very good, but they have a temperament in them, in Chinese terms, called rebirth, although their weapons are not very good, but they are definitely more useful than those junk security forces in Baghdad, especially none of the foreign soldiers who fought with our people just now are easy to deal with."

"If there had been a conflict just now, our odds would have been odds," Natasha asked

Sam was silent for a while and said, "Less than thirty percent after all, there are a lot of them."

"It's only three percent," Natasha was a little surprised, "what did you mean by those militias being reborn?"

"They have the breath of soldiers, those security forces in Baghdad armed with money do not have the smell of soldiers at all, this is the essential difference, if I guess correctly, there must be Chinese training them in secret, because their temperament is already very close to those ** people," said the ** man Sam, whose wrinkled face showed a bit of ruthlessness, as if he had met an opponent

"Sure enough, the Chinese intervened," Natasha looked very bad

"Look outside," Sam said suddenly, "look at the faces of these people, and compare the faces of the citizens of Baghdad, these are two very different differences."

"Well, one is hopeful, the other is desperate," Natasha couldn't believe "how many days have passed, how could there have been such a big change"

"Never underestimate the Chinese, they will always work miracles, and these miracles are something you absolutely don't want to see" Sam looked at downtown Basra and frowned, "the most terrible thing is that no one attacked us, and no one demonstrated against our arrival"

"What the hell is this guy doing in Basra to control the people like this," Natasha said with a bad face

"Don't you understand," Sam looked at her seriously, "it's not control, it's hope, only a hopeful zhèng fǔ can restore hope to these people who are already on the verge of despair, if you want to attack here first, you must be ready to go to war with all the people here"