Time is pushed back half a day.

The Rumaila region, 50 kilometres west of Basra, was built as a frontier base wedged into the Arab zone at the beginning of the colony, where tens of thousands of paramilitary troops were deployed in Vale, and with the help of aerial reconnaissance from the Basra airport, the surrounding area was repeatedly swept away, and all the Arab tribes were driven out of the area.

Then the drilling work was in full swing, with oil drilling experts and engineers from all over the world coming together, and drilling rigs digging holes into the ground one hole after another.

Today, the drill well numbered B037 finally spewed out a skyrocketing black liquid.

Lin Guokai, who came to inspect the drilling situation, rushed out of the headquarters of the Weirong army at a trot, ran to the oil well, and ran several steps before he remembered that he should ride over.

He turned back and mounted the horse that the guards had brought him, and ran to the drill well that was spewing black liquid in the distance.

When he reached the well, he laughed and rushed into the black rain of oil that fell from the sky.

"It's really coming out!" Lin Guokai opened his arms and was bathed in the rain of oil, "It's really drilled out!" Our Lin boss is right again! Dezi, you are really a god! ”

**

Only a day after the news of the oil was sent to Potsdam, the same news was sent to London.

Isabella's brow furrowed after reading the message.

"They've only been exploring for so long, and they're out of oil?" Isabella looked up at her new intelligence director, who had gone home to retire because of his subordinates' brain fever shooting Lin Youde.

The Chief of Intelligence also frowned.

"The strange thing about this is not only that, Vale is a relatively easy organization to penetrate compared to the already vigilant Potsdam side, so we have been monitoring their oil exploration operations, and although they have sent extensive exploration teams to the northwest coast of the Persian Gulf, 80 percent of the drilling force is concentrated in the Rumaila area, as if we know that this area will definitely produce oil. In addition, the advance base in the Rumaila region was established at the beginning of their colonization, and it now appears that the series of operations to purge the Arabs were aimed at carrying out large-scale drilling along the way. ”

Isabella stood up and turned to the window.

No matter how you look at it, Vale's actions were premeditated, and the root cause of this "premeditation" is undoubtedly Lin Youde.

At this time, the intelligence director said: "Of course, geologists all over the world believe that more oil can be found on the coast of the Persian Gulf, so it may also be a coincidence, perhaps the Germans discovered something during the previous survey of the Baghdad railway." All in all......"

"No," Isabella shook her head, "before he asked for prospecting rights to the Pilbara, and then he found good open pit iron ore there, and before his men found iron ore, geologists all over the world thought Australia was a continent lacking iron ore. Now he is going to Basra by name, and it has been less than a year since a large oil well has been drilled next to Basra. One may be a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence to think twice in a row. Judging from the 'those' information we received before, it is likely that Lin Youde has a source of information that the whole world does not know......"

"Do you mean that he was sent hundreds of meters away unscathed? But wasn't he shot last year? ”

"That's the problem, it should be true that he was shot and injured, but that doesn't mean that the fact that he was shot away and didn't get hurt is fake, there must be some key information between these two things that we don't have." Isabella paced back and forth in front of the window, and after a few moments of silence, she said, "Anyway, I think it's safer to think about the assumption that Basra and the entire southwest coast of the Persian Gulf have a lot of crude oil." ”

Speaking of this, Isabella thought of Chamberlain's face again, that guy built yì She simply and neatly withdrew the British army to give the Arabs a chance, so as to form a situation in which the Arabs and Lin Youde contained each other, and the withdrawn British troops were used to stabilize the shape of the Iranian plateau. Isabella agreed with Chamberlain after some consideration, and as a result, Lin Youde did not follow the routine at all, and directly began to transport people to colonize on a large scale, ignoring the Arab tribes in the Basra region, and finally the Basra region became the current situation.

Of course, Isabella knew very well that it was not Chamberlain's fault that she had become like this, but she couldn't help but feel angry at the face that came to her mind.

"We must re-strengthen our control over the Persian Gulf coast of the Arabian Peninsula." Isabella came to the globe and turned the Persian Gulf in front of her, "Because of the previous decision, we completely lost the strategic stronghold of Basra, so now we can only rely on the local Arabs to resist the expansion of Vale." ”

Isabella pointed her finger at the Persian Gulf on the globe, pursing her lips and contemplating what to do.

That's when her new intelligence chief suddenly said, "Sir Winston Churchill......"

"Don't mention that fat man to me."

"Yes." After a pause, the intelligence chief continued, "Then I will directly state his position, and he thinks that the Arab princes of Baghdad and the tribal leaders of Basra should be encouraged to unite and provide them with weapons and funds to encourage them to actively wage war with Vale. ”

Isabella pursed her lips, to be honest she didn't want to listen to what the fat man said at all, and when she thought that these buildings came from that annoying fat man, she instinctively wanted to object.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the fat man's sarcasm to her in a tabloid last week: the fat man actually suggested that the dignified Queen of England might be Lin Youde's mistress! The hint was so subtle that even Isabella herself couldn't tell if he really meant it, but a woman's intuition told her that the fat man was scolding her.

This time, however, Isabella did not immediately disagree with Churchill's opinion as relayed by the intelligence chief.

"Let the Arab princes of Baghdad ......unite with the tribes of Basra," Isabella muttered to herself, "well, the news of the oil should have reached Baghdad long ago, and the Arab chieftains in Baghdad must know what oil means." With a little encouragement, they might be able to forge an anti-Vale coalition on the west coast of the Persian Gulf. ”

Isabella thought for a while before she looked determined and said to her intelligence director, "Now order our spies to contact those princes. ”