The front line was tight, and Yunlong didn't dare to hesitate.

Wang Dong was definitely not joking, he said that if he wanted to hold Nasiriyah, he would fight all his soldiers and never evacuate before the rebels were completely annihilated.

It's not a matter of will, but a necessity.

Nasiriyah is the Stalingrad of the Iraqi Civil War, the outcome of which will determine the course and even the final outcome of the civil war.

Retreating now is tantamount to abandoning all the previous achievements.

In addition, the ground forces of the coalition forces will not be able to complete their operational preparations until half a month at the earliest, so they must hold Nasiriyah.

Retreating at this time, the government forces are likely to retreat all the way to Basra.

As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain.

As long as the front line retreats, Allah will not save the Razak regime.

After much deliberation, Yunlong contacted Saleh and offered to meet with Crown Prince Mohammed and explain the current situation on the battlefield to the crown prince in person.

That night, Yunlong took a special car sent by Saleh to the palace.

This is the first time he has visited the royal palace since he came to Saudi Arabia, and it is also the first time he has met Crown Prince Mohammed alone.

Before, he was just Wang Dong's assistant.

Although he has met the crown prince several times, he has always followed Wang Dong, and Crown Prince Mohammed only knows that he is a master invited by Wang Dong to manage the company, and does not know his true identity.

"I heard that you have something important to report to me?"

The crown prince had just eaten dinner, and the waiter was cleaning up the dishes.

From this arrangement, it can be seen that the crown prince does not attach much importance to Yunlong, and still regards Yunlong as a professional manager hired with a high salary.

"By the way, we've met before, right?"

"I've met many times, and if I'm not mistaken, the first time we met was at Peshawar Air Base in Pakistan, when His Highness was just a prince."

Crown Prince Mohammed was slightly stunned and looked at Yunlong incomprehensibly.

Without much explanation, Yunlong took out the prepared photo and put it in front of Crown Prince Mohammed.

It is an old photograph of Crown Prince Mohammed, still young, wearing a bomber jacket and standing next to a fighter jet.

Although he did not remember seeing Yunlong before, Crown Prince Mohammed clearly remembered the situation.

At that time, he was a young prince, a cadet of the Royal Saudi Military Academy, who was visiting Pakistan with his father, who was also the crown prince.

The fighter behind him was an F-16D purchased with military assistance provided by Saudi Arabia.

Because he is the son of the crown prince, the Pakistan Air Force specially arranged for him to fly this fighter jet and fly in the air for half an hour.

Of course, just sitting in the back position, feeling the thrill of high maneuvering overload.

The pilot who flew the fighter jet is now the chief of staff of the Pakistan Air Force.

More than ten years have passed.

Crown Prince Mohammed sighed and looked at Yunlong.

"I'm right here." Yun Long pointed at the photo, a few people standing next to a transport plane in the distance. "Your Highness certainly didn't see me, but I still vividly remember how His Highness looked when he got off the fighter jet, and in fact, the first time I flew in a fighter jet, I was even more embarrassed when I rolled in the air."

Crown Prince Mohammed's brow jumped a few times, believing Yunlong's words.

Quite simply, he threw up all the stomach acid after getting off the fighter jet, and this photo was posed after he threw up.

Of course, Crown Prince Mohammed has also thought that the origin of Yunlong is not simple.

You know, to be able to appear at Peshawar Air Base at that time, and to be with the officers and soldiers of the Pakistani Air Force, is certainly not an ordinary person.

"I've told Saleh to figure it out. Funding is not an issue, and if all goes well, we can get enough bombs in a few days. ”

"Buying from an arms enterprise?"

Muhammad shook his head and said: "We place an order now, and the arms enterprises will produce it immediately, and it will not be possible to supply it in a few days." My idea is, to buy ammunition from the stocks of the US military. According to Saleh, the US military has more than 10,000 tons of ammunition stored in our country. ”

"Will the US authorities sell?"

"We are allies of the United States, and we can afford it."

"The United States has long declared its neutrality, and it has also called on the warring parties at the United Nations to immediately stop military operations, and it is also ambiguous on the issue of the Arab League sending troops."

The crown prince's brow jumped a few times, and his expression changed significantly.

"In addition, we now need not only ammunition suitable for close support, but also fighter jets suitable for close support missions. If the crown prince personally calls the US president, he may be able to relent, and get a batch of bombs, after all, these ammunition are stored in the Saudi ammunition depot, under the care of the US military, and there are always mistakes in the daily entry and exit, as long as they can be replenished in time, there is no problem. ”

The crown prince nodded slightly, and did not say anything more.

"Obviously, it is impossible for us to bypass the US Congress to obtain fighter jets for the US military, and the US president will definitely not risk providing fighter jets to Saudi Arabia."

"So what to do?"

"Actually, there is no need to turn to the United States at all, Saudi Arabia has enough laser-guided bombs, and it has a fleet of fighters that can be called upon at any time."

"Those bombs came from China and could not be carried by European and American fighters."

"Those fighters are also from China."

"What?" Muhammad was stunned for a moment, then understood. "You're talking about the fighter jets that Pakistan promised to help?"

Yunlong nodded and said: "The Iraqi government army is not ready, and the airport in Basra cannot accommodate many fighter jets, and transport planes are needed to transport ammunition, so the JF-17 assisted by Pakistan can be stationed in King Khalid Military City." ”

"This ......"

"This fighter is actually developed by Huaxia, and it only needs to add a set of corresponding fire control procedures to be able to mount laser-guided bombs produced by Huaxia."

"Troublesome?"

"No hassle at all, a matter of hours." Yunlong paused slightly, and then said, "Of course, the Pakistan Air Force needs to provide a supporting instruction pod. If not, the operatives led by Wang Dong must be guided by laser pointers on the front line. ”

Muhammad pondered for a while before he said: "This is indeed a solution, and I will immediately let Saleh arrange it." ”

"If you can, Your Highness would do well to call the Prime Minister of Pakistan in person to explain the current situation and make the Prime Minister of Pakistan feel respected."

"Okay, I'll call the Prime Minister of Pakistan personally."

"Then, I won't disturb Your Highness." Yunlong was very polite, and after getting up, he said, "Tomorrow, I will send someone to King Khalid Military City." ”

This time, Crown Prince Mohammed personally sent Yunlong out.

Obviously, after guessing Yunlong's identity, Crown Prince Mohammed was much more polite to him.