After landing, Arslan leisurely put away his parachute, this is on his own land, and it is very close to the capital, and when the opponent's air raid is over, there will be a search and rescue team to rescue him.

Arslan walked a little south to the side of a road, waiting for his men to search for him.

After dropping the bombs, the Iranian planes had already flown away, but they still didn't see any military vehicles coming.

Arslan felt a little bad in his heart, they couldn't have forgotten about themselves, right? Or is it likely that the boss thinks that he is already strong, right?

He patted his head, it must be like this, the MiG-23 fell, they probably thought that they had spilled blood in the sky, right?

It's miserable, and I have to go back with my own ideas.

Walking back? In the sky, move the lever and throttle stick, and go out for dozens of miles, but if you fall to the ground, with two legs, then don't think about returning to the base before dark.

At this moment, a donkey cart came in the distance, and it was an old man who drove the cart.

Just right, take a donkey cart and take yourself along! Arslan beckoned to the old uncle.

"What do you do?" The old uncle looked at Arslan's peculiar attire: a dress that looked a little like a military uniform, but it didn't look like it, and he had a helmet in his hand.

"I'm a pilot, I was knocked out of the sky by the Persians, and now I want to go to Baghdad, can you give me a ride?" Arslan said, pulling out ten dinars from his pocket.

The dinar is the currency of Iraq, and at this time one dinar can be exchanged for more than three dollars and ten dinars, which is already a large amount.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a section." The old uncle said and took the money.

Having money can make ghosts grind, Arslan lay on the donkey cart, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky, and his mood was very relaxed.

"Tick, tick." Suddenly, the horn of a car sounded in front of him, and as soon as Arslan sat up, he saw several military cars driving by.

Come and pick yourself up, you don't need such a big battle, it seems that you are famous this time, Arslan shouted: "Hey, I'm here!" ”

Unbeknownst to him, the driver drove over without even looking at him.

Arslan is depressed, don't these people know that they are here? He looked at the flight suit on his body, which was already the most obvious sign.

The jeep in the middle suddenly stopped.

Zhang Feng saw a person dancing on the donkey cart, and immediately became interested, especially that this person was wearing a flight suit of the Iraqi Air Force, although he was not flying a plane now, but on a donkey cart, but that vigorous heroic posture was full of the vitality of a young man.

"Hey, brother, which part of you are from?" Zhang Feng asked.

Seeing that someone finally took care of himself, Arslan said: "77 Fighter Squadron, Second Lieutenant Pilot, Arslan. ”

Arslan? There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it! President Saddam Hussein has already agreed to his request to transfer Arslan to the Southern Military District, but he is still worried, Arslan's plane has fallen, who knows if he is injured, or even glorious?

Now seeing him standing in front of him alive, Zhang Feng feels his luck, it's really good.

The person in front of him always ignored him, and when he heard that he was a pilot, he didn't have a trace of envy, Arslan couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" ”

"Qusay, Abdullah." Zhang Feng said with a smile: "Welcome to join the Southern Military Region. ”

Qusay, Abdullah? Arslan felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and suddenly, he remembered what his father had said, wasn't this person the president's youngest son?

Looking at Kusai, who was about the same age as himself, Arslan felt a little kind: "Yes, sir. ”

"Let's go, get in my car." Zhang Feng said and opened the car door.

There was no arrogance at all, such a modest commander was rarely seen, and Arslan had the feeling of meeting a confidant, and he jumped into Zhang Feng's jeep.

"Arslan, tell me about the Tomcat you shot down." Zhang Feng said.

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Upon learning that Qusay was going to return to the Southern Military Region, Izzat and others were planning the ideas put forward by Qusay and formulating a battle plan.

Izzat no longer had the slightest doubt about His Excellency Qusay's astonishing foresight and judgment, especially when he discovered that the Iranians were secretly gathering forces along the Bahamshar River.

The Persians are already fighting the idea of Abadan! And His Excellency Qusay even predicted that they would launch a general attack in the early morning of September 26th! This prediction is a bit surprising, as if His Excellency Qusayi is commanding the Iranian army, so this date, only a few people know about it, and they are all using this date as a boundary, diligently preparing for war.

However, the premise of the battle plan is to take the initiative to give up the current advantage, which makes Izzat a little embarrassed, but fortunately, His Excellency Qusay's return to Baghdad is to persuade His Excellency the President to agree to such a combat operation, and if the President can agree, then this method will indeed play a very effective role.

As a last resort, street battles will never be carried out, and this method of combat is simply a meat grinder.

"Your Excellency, Qusay is back." A staff officer came in and said.

"Oh?" When Izzat looked up, he saw the simple face.

"Qusay, good work." "We have received an appointment from the president, and you will enter the military district command as a special staff officer," Izzat said. ”

"It's an honor." Zhang Feng said: "How are we preparing? ”

"It's ongoing." Chief of Staff Fath Khalad said: "At present, we are besieging Abadan, mainly the 10th Armored Division, the 11th Special Brigade, the 96th Infantry Brigade and the 60th Armored Division, and we plan to quietly withdraw the 11th Special Brigade, the 96th Infantry Brigade and the 60th Armored Division from the front line of Abadan, and on the Karon River side, together with the 42nd Infantry Division, to build a second line of defense, and the 10th Armored Division to stay in Abadan and make a short contact with the Iranians, and then withdraw in order to attract the Iranians to attack." ”

The armored division is a mobile force, and the task of carrying out this kind of retreat will be smoother, and the losses will be smaller, and the retreat cannot be retreated at once, and it will be withdrawn in batches, so as not to arouse the detection of the Iranians, so this is a troublesome work, and the construction of the second line of defense is also very complicated, and there is still a month to go, which is relatively tense.

"What about the 35th Panzer Division?" Zhang Feng asked, this is the old army he started, and it has become the number of the division at this time.

"The 35 Panzer Division was consumed too much last time, and the replenishment of personnel and tanks was not in place, so it has now retreated to Khramshahr to rest." Fatt said.

It seems that we have to report to the logistics department and urge them, otherwise, who knows when the style of those officials and masters will be made up? Zhang Feng thought secretly.

"Well, Your Excellency Commander, everyone, in addition to the army, we must also pay attention to the strength of the air force, and using the air force to destroy the opponent's ground armored forces is a very effective means." Zhang Feng said.

"It's that we can't resist the Tomcat fighters of the Iranians, and every time the Tomcat arrives, the Air Force has to retreat quickly." Izzat said.

"It's not that we don't have any means, this time, I brought you a man who shot down a Tomcat hero in the sky over Baghdad, everyone has heard, right?" Zhang Feng said.

"Well, I heard that." The crowd said.

"I'll put him at Basra Air Base and let him pass on the experience of shooting down Tomcats to other pilots, Your Excellency Commander, the order is still waiting for you to sign." Zhang Feng said.

"No problem at all." When Izzat heard that such a person had been dug up, he was naturally very happy.

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