Entering the hall of the Palace of the Republic, a grand state banquet was being held, and in addition to the military and politicians, business tycoons, and the press, they all arrived.

Watching the spotlight click and flash, Zhang Feng was very uncomfortable, but this was a situation he had to face, because he was no longer a soldier of the special forces, he was the son of a president, a combat hero.

Among the journalists, there were even British and American journalists, and it seemed that Saddam wanted to prove to the Western world that he was fully capable of defeating the Persians.

Zhang Feng didn't think so, at first, he felt that the president did this to boost the morale of the people of the whole country, but if he did too much, it was not good, and now the United States supports Iraq, this is because of Khomeini, he is a diehard rebel against US imperialism, but if Iraq completely defeats Iran, this is definitely not what the United States wants to see, a strong Middle Eastern country, not in the interests of the United States, they will keep instigating these two countries to fight, until both sides decline.

Dealing with these complex situations is much more troublesome than fighting the Persians on the battlefield.

Saddam Hussein stepped up to the rostrum, and there was a sudden silence below.

"For the sake of the tranquility of our Islamic world, in order to crush the shameful export revolution of Khomeini, we, the great Iraqi people, bravely launched an attack on the shameful Iranian political axe, to rescue our compatriots who had been enslaved by them, and for a year after our bloody battles, we have achieved great victories, and just a few days ago, our great Iraqi son, Qusayi Abdullah, fought valiantly and annihilated an Iranian armored division that was ready to storm us from the rear, and today, we warmly welcome, Our combat hero, a good example for the people, Qusay! ”

Suddenly, there was jubilation below, and countless people applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Feng, wearing a straight military uniform and a hero medal on his chest, also walked to the microphone.

"We in Iraq are an ancient cultural country with a long history, as early as 4000 B.C., there was a Mesopotamian civilization, and Baghdad under our feet is the birthplace of the Babylonian civilization. We are the descendants of the great Prophet Muhammad, and we are the masters here! Now, the shameless Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini has misinterpreted the Muslim teachings and wants to enslave innocent people, we must take up arms, fight bravely, and rescue our fellow Muslims, even if we shed the last drop of blood and fight the last man, we are worthy of our faith, we are the great Iraqi people! We are invincible! ”

The discourse is empty, without any substance, but it is quite infectious.

Zhang Feng's words made everyone's blood boil.

Saddam Hussein looked at his son, with indescribable kindness in his eyes, and he found more and more that his son was very much like himself. There is a domineering spirit that is proud of the world.

"May I ask your Excellency Qusay, if you personally go behind enemy lines and fight the enemy, are you not afraid of being wounded or dying honorably?" A reporter asked.

"Wounded or killed, every one of us soldiers is conscious, death, no one wants it to happen to themselves, but when we join the army, our lives no longer belong to ourselves, to our country, to the people we are loyal to, and we have no hesitation." Zhang Feng replied very beautifully. "This time, I went deep behind enemy lines, and suffered one-third casualties, but their sacrifices have brought us today's victory, and we, the Iraqi people, will always remember their great achievements!"

"May I ask Your Excellency Qusay, do you have confidence in defeating Iran? As far as I know, Iraq has been fighting for almost a year, and even Abadan has not been taken down. A stiff Arabic asked.

For a moment, all eyes were on the reporter who asked the question, a Frenchman.

The gaze, the fierce gaze, made the Frenchman feel very unnatural, if the eyes could kill, he would probably have died countless times.

Zhang Feng smiled, Westerners are engaged in cooking and freedom, and an ordinary Western public dares to question the president's actions, not to mention that this is a reporter, and it is understandable to ask such a question.

"This, I think, you go and ask Khomeini to go, we eliminated one of his armored divisions this time, Khomeini is crying in a mosque in Tehran!" Zhang Feng said.

As soon as the words came out, everyone burst into laughter, and even the reporter who asked the question couldn't help laughing.

"No matter how nice I say it here, I'm afraid it doesn't make practical sense, who can win in the end, let's wait and see!" Zhang Feng said.

"Okay, that's the end of the questions, please enjoy the delicious meal, if you have any questions, you can ask them later." The moderator said.

The music sounded, and one by one, the waiters walked into the hall with their drinks.

Zhang Feng stepped down and blended in with these people.

Although he is the son of the president, he has been in school all the time before that, and he has very little contact with people from all walks of life, and this is an opportunity to meet the upper echelons of Iraq and establish good relations with them, which is of great benefit to him. In the crowd, many people are also watching this sudden rising star, and they all know that the future direction of Iraq may have a lot to do with this person.

There are even some beautiful girls who are secretly watching this outstanding teenager, and they are full of admiration for this hero, and admiration can easily turn into admiration.

They all cover their faces with black scarves, here, there is also the existence of a demon king, although they are noble, but, that demon king, but a well-known pervert, no one to see, will not give up.

Uday hid in a corner, his attention today, not focused on those women, he looked at Qusay coldly, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Your Excellency Uday, why do you look a little sullen today?" Oil Minister Shalabi came over and said.

"It's okay, I'm a little unwell." Uday said, walking out of the hall.

Shalabi looked at him with doubts in her eyes.

At this time, Zhang Feng was talking with the Kuwaiti ambassador, smiling.

"Woo, woo, woo..." Suddenly, a sharp air defense siren sounded.

Oops, air strikes!

"Quick, evacuate the crowd." The guards in charge of security rushed in and tried to evacuate the big guys.

What a time! Zhang Feng thought that Iraq's air defense has always had a big problem, and this time, he must discuss it with his father.

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