Liu Handong flew from southern Iraq to Pakistan on a dilapidated Soviet-built An-26 transport plane, where he met with arms dealers introduced by Rohan in Islamabad.

The arms dealer was a man of medium stature, with a fat brain, a shaved head, and a shiny face, but he could feel like a practitioner when he shook hands.

"Fortunately, my surname is Zhao, Zhao Qian Sun Li's Zhao, and the glorious Hui." The fat man took out the business card, presented it with both hands, and the beautifully printed business card was printed with the words of Yongchang Industry and Trade, and he didn't know that he thought it was a daily necessities import and export company.

Both sides are cheerful people, business is doing very smoothly, Hongying No. 5 is an imitation of the Soviet Sam 7, the technology has lagged behind the times in the sixties, the army is eliminated, a large number of warehouses are pressed, the price is also very normal, 1,500 dollars a piece, this is the ex-factory price does not include freight, it is simply cheap as a free gift, the contract was signed quickly, the goods were sent from the army warehouse in Pakistan, and the air was shipped to Iraq.

It turns out that these Chinese-made air defense missiles were military supplies that aided Pakistan back then, and it is said that the ownership should be the Pakistani military.

"This batch of materials was procured in the name of scrap." Zhao Hui is a sincere person, so he explained, and added, "I am good friends with General Raheele. ”

Liu Handong spent money to rent an Il-76 cargo plane to transport the first batch of supplies back to Iraq and declare customs in the name of plumbing equipment, but in fact Iraq was in chaos, the customs were in vain, arms smuggling was rampant, and a lot of arms flowed into the hands of ISIS through regular channels.

However, the problem is that this batch of Hongying No. 5 has a high scrap rate, and six out of ten cannot be fired, but when it was tested in Pakistan, Liu Handong called Zhao Hui and filed a claim with him.

Zhao Hui said slowly: "Brother, I have already sued you, this batch of arms is scrapped, otherwise it will be so cheap for you?" I'll give you a solution, in fact, the missile is good, but the thermal battery expires, and you can spend another batch of hot batteries. ”

The thermal battery under the portable air defense missile is a kind of military reserve battery that has a very long storage time, the solid electrolyte is not conductive in the preservation state, and the internal heater is ignited after the fire makes the electrolyte melt into an ionic conductor and is activated, the technology is not advanced, but it is resistant to preservation, and the validity period is more than ten years, this batch of missiles was imported in the eighties, and it has expired, and it is a proper scrap material.

"So, what is the price of the battery?" Liu Handong asked patiently, he felt that he had been fooled by the other party.

"You know, the Sam 7 has been discontinued, and it is impossible for the military factory to reopen the production line, so this kind of battery has no price, I can only help you match it from somewhere else, so let's count you cheaper, 3,500 dollars a battery, and you should make a friend." Zhao Hui said lightly and sincerely.

Liu Handong thought for a while and said, "I'll think about it." "Put down the phone and scolded, deceived Lao Tzu, this is a standard commercial fraud, but Zhao Hui is right, accessories are more expensive than the whole machine, 4S stores are not like this to play customers.

Liu Handong found a lead-acid battery for automobiles, studied it for a long time, connected the wire to the missile, and started the machine, which really worked.

"Manager Zhao, let's eat." Liu Handong laughed heartily, but the battery can only solve the urgent need, it is okay to use it yourself, but it is not good to use it as an arms to sell out, the amount of a thousand missiles is too large, the Colin Resistance Group will definitely not be able to eat such a big one, a hundred equipment is enough, and the rest has to find a way to empty it out, and it is too low-grade with a car battery.

He thought about it and thought of An Xin, isn't this woman engaged in a new energy project.

Liu Handong called An Xin and described his needs to her, and An Xin replied that she could, but it would take at least half a year to develop the cycle, design the mold, and arrange the production line, and the order quantity was too small, so the unit price would increase directly, and I am afraid the cost would not be low.

"The sooner the better, the price is not a problem." Liu Handong said that his channels are limited, and he can't do it yet, and his friends and acquaintances are all over the world.

The next day, An Xin sent an email, saying that she came up with an alternative, using a high-energy lithium battery pack with a built-in interface, connected to the electrical appliances, although it does not reach the military level, there are certain requirements for the use environment, and the storage period is not long enough, but it can be supplied in a week.

Liu Handong said okay, directly turned on the computer to An Xin allocated 50,000 US dollars of research and development funds, a week later, sure enough, the product was in place, after some tossing, the supporting battery was sent over, so it can be improvised, so Liu Handong became the largest seller of portable air defense missiles in the Middle East, the price is cheap and sufficient, 5,000 US dollars a body, Baojiao Baohui, for a time from Palestine, Syria, Lebanon and other places customers flocked to it.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert area is large, the sun is shining during the day, but it is very cold at night, Liu Handong does not often spend the night in the barracks, because he is afraid of being bombed, there are satellites in space these years, there are drones in the sky, the resolution is at the centimeter level, there is no secret at all, the Colin Resistance acts as a pawn of the CIA to add chaos to the Saeed regime, and in fact, it is not the same as the era when the embassy was bombed by the Americans, and the cruise missiles will fly over one day.

So Liu Handong is usually back to Dubai to coordinate the sale unless he has to, but today the wind and sand are strong, and the helicopter cannot take off, so he temporarily stays in the camp and lives in a single tent, and he is not full in the afternoon, and his hungry stomach growls, so he arranges for the orderly to cook.

Ten minutes later, a soldier came in with a tray, Liu Handong took the noodles, and couldn't help but be a little amazed, this cook's skills are not bad, he pulls a good ramen, the capillary is standard, sprinkled with beef slices and bright green coriander, and it is a pleasure to be able to eat such Lanzhou cuisine in the desert.

The soldier is short and stunning, the brim of the hat is pressed very low, turned around and went out, Liu Handong lowered his head and smelled the smell of ramen, this is the taste of his hometown, one clear, two white, three red, four green and five yellow, with carefully prepared chili oil, the fragrance is scary, Arabs do not use utensils, they eat with their right hand, so Liu Handong always carries a pair of silver chopsticks, and also echoes his identity as a "Korean", he took out the chopsticks and was about to eat, and suddenly heard someone talking outside, and it was in Chinese.

"It's quite tormenting in the middle of the night." One person said.

"yes, I spit in the soup and let the fuck eat it, fucking stick."

Liu Handong suddenly lifted the tent curtain, in fact, the two people were quite far away, the wind passed their conversation, and when they saw the subject come out, the two compatriots coughed dryly and walked away as if they were nothing.

"You, come here." Liu Handong pointed to the guy who came over at the end and said, he also used Chinese.

The short guy walked over with his head down.

"Eat this bowl of noodles." Liu Handong pointed to the ramen and said.

This, bowing his head and the wind and clouds, the noodles were eaten and the soup was drunk cleanly, standing up and snapping, his eyes were unruly, and his face was unyielding and disdainful.

Liu Handong had already recognized this kid as Zhu Xiaoqiang, who had an indissoluble bond with him, he thought that he had already returned to China, but he didn't expect that he was still living a life licking blood in the Middle East, so he was an acquaintance, Liu Handong decided to pull Zhu Xiaoqiang.

"Chinese?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, me too."

"Huh?" Zhu Xiaoqiang's eyes changed significantly, softened a little, but then became expressionless again, because the gap in identity exceeded the feelings between compatriots.

"Sit down and talk." Liu Handong doesn't plan to reveal his true identity, he just wants to help the other party.

Taking the cigarette handed over by Liu Handong, Zhu Xiaoqiang scratched his head: "I thought you were a stick." ”

"I'm from Yanbian, where are you? How long has it been since it came out? Liu Handong said.

Zhu Xiaoqiang sneered, he didn't know what kind of medicine this boss was selling in his gourd.

"I'm from Anhui, I came from labor export, I was deceived, I changed several places one after another, and finally became a soldier."

"How's it going here? If you want to go home, I can help you. Liu Handong didn't go around the bush and asked the other party directly.

Zhu Dao: "I can't go back, I haven't saved enough money, I have a monthly salary of 2,000 US dollars here, and I don't have to go to the front line to play my life, what can I do when I go back to China, my mother is old and can't grow crops, I have to support her." ”

"How many Chinese like you are in the guerrillas?"

"There are more than a dozen, all of them were deceived by labor companies, some from Henan, some from Anhui, some from Jiangdong, and some from Fujian and Guangdong." Zhu Xiaoqiang counted with his fingers, "It's all logistics, and we have to rely on those outlaws from Chechnya and Syria to fight." ”

"What do you think of their play?" Liu Handong asked casually, having decided to end the conversation.

"A piece of, they can't cook, they can't fight, if they are replaced by our People's Liberation Army, as long as there is a battalion, they can take down Tajikati in one day, these guys have a big beard, wear long robes, fierce, look horizontal, fight very cowardly, stand far away and put guns, in addition to wasting bullets, it is a waste of bullets......" Zhu: "You rest." ”

Zhu Xiaoqiang scratched his head, got up and left, and after a while, he came back with a tray again, this time in addition to a bowl of ramen, there was also a lunch box of sauced beef and a pot of whiskey.

"Compatriot, I'm in for a treat." Zhu Xiaoqiang smiled plainly, put down the tray and left.

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In the early morning, Liu Handong was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly heard someone shouting for an air raid, and a spirit got up, jumped out of the tent, and saw a light attack plane painted in desert camouflage swooping in, and the 23-mm cannon under the nose sprayed orange-red flames. u