Chapter 635: Welcome to My Territory, You're Safe!

Joga didn't know what was going on with Steven, and he didn't care about the so-called energy minister.

It can be seen that P· The benefits of contract B, those who want a win-win situation can't beat it!

I can't see the benefits, but the person who cooperates when he gives money can't be polite to him!

People who can't see the benefits and still refuse to cooperate, well, the dead can't oppose everyone's pursuit of happiness!

Boss Qiao came here with the mentality of a third party and a convener, because he made really little money compared to the parties who were pulled in.

You're rotten like this in Iraq, don't expect Boss Qiao to give you a smile.

It is human nature to kick the nose and face, and Joga must first completely stand up for his image and position, so that everyone understands P· B's position in order to start the next work.

Sometimes a smile doesn't solve a problem at all, but a fist can solve the problem at hand.

The Kurds were one of the fists that Boss Joe had found, so he was very enthusiastic.

Boss Joe did not go to the Kurdish militia that had already been reconstituted, but wandered among the women and children.

In good conscience, Joga feels that the Kurdish attitude towards women is better than that of other MSLs, at least they don't need to cover their faces for a long time......

Antar was familiar with several of the women's apparent leaders, and after they hugged each other, Antar introduced them to Nice, the 'big donor'.

Then they got together, and they didn't know what to say, and a group of women laughed when they saw Joga helplessly picking up a dirty child......

These Kurds are the same people who live on the border between Iraq and Syria, are plagued by war, and then send a video message to Princess Emina asking for help.

Originally, they were just a few villages where only Kurdish women were left, and dozens of Kurdish women soldiers took the place of the men to protect their homeland......

They fought against Isis, against the government forces, against the rebels, as if the whole world was theirs.

When Princess Emina's humanitarian access plan was approved by Joga, Nice asked the 'Professor' to use a cargo plane and airdrop a large amount of supplies and ammunition to them.

Then the women actually expanded the protective circle, and then the Kurds around them began to gather towards them, and finally formed a gathering point of nearly 5,000 people.

This situation could not be tolerated in the controlled area of Isis, so they began a war that seemed to have no end, and then they soon became too many people to protect.

As early as two months ago, Joga had passed through Princess Emina and Antar to send a message to them not to harden and come directly to Baghdad.

And promised them that they could lead them back to their homeland, and then establish a safe area there as the end point of Princess Emina's humanitarian passage.

So these Kurds came, bringing with them their families, their belongings, their hopes.

Boss Joe didn't want to take advantage of these Kurds in the first place, and these Kurds are also 'consumers' in the humanitarian access program.

Joga sympathizes with the war-torn segment of the Kurds, but does not sympathize with the Kurds who are repeatedly used as gunmen and take the lives of a generation of young people almost every decade.

The 'Kurdistan' depicted by these people across Syria, Iraq, Iran, and Turkey is like a fantasy in the eyes of Boss Joe.

Since the end of World War II, the Soviet Big Brother and the United States have used their 'ideals' to take turns to use them as gunmen, using them to balance the local chickens and at the same time disrupt the Middle East. ,

This has in fact led to a worsening image of the Kurds in the Middle East, which seems to give them the illusion that they can succeed!

In fact, the Kurds have always been a mess internally, and the Syrian Kurds, the Turkish Kurds, and the Iraqi Kurds themselves can all be in a mess.

That is, the United States really can't stand Isis's arrogance, and they are in a stalemate with Great Russia in the struggle for power in Syria, so they selected the Kurds again, gave them money, gave them guns, and asked them to help attack Isis.

Syria and Iraq are really a mess now, and Iraq is even better, at least as long as they solve Isis, they can stop the large-scale civil war.

These soldiers are not the idealistic Kurdish troops, but the real militia, farmers and herdsmen who have been forced to pick up their guns in desperation.

They have gone through some training, and then they have honed their combat skills in long-term actual combat, and they just want to defend their homeland, and what kind of statehood and international politics have nothing to do with them at all......

Qiao Jia felt that he could not evaluate whether a nation's plan to build a country was right or wrong.

If they succeed, it will be a great cause that has been paid for by generations of bloodshed and sacrifice, and if they fail, the Kurds will become a cancer that the countries of the Middle East will reject.

Success and defeat were just a matter of success and defeat, and Joga did not feel that he was qualified to judge them, or to mix them up with their great ideals.

Joga now only wants to hold high the humanitarian beacon of Princess Emina, and open the humanitarian corridor from the Persian Gulf to the border between Iraq and Syria.

There is always nothing wrong with 'helping the suffering'!

Helping to demarcate a safe zone so that refugees who have been plagued by war but have nowhere to go can have a place to stay is also blameless.

With a string of halos and her tangible efforts in Libya, Princess Emina has become a guest at the United Nations, has been invited to give speeches, and has also shown the tragic situation in Kurdish villages on the Syrian-Iraqi border in front of the media.

She has now roughly finalized a few big sponsors, as long as the United Nations relents, and then puts pressure on Syria and Iraq at the same time. B can enter the site and demarcate the safety zone.

Boss Qiao's positioning of this 'safe zone' is a 'trade zone', which is the terminal for the goods and materials sent in from the Persian Gulf.

Boss Joe's identity is not at all suitable for participating in politics in the Middle East.

Because as long as you participate, you will inevitably befriend one big brother and offend another or even several big brothers.

This is not in line with Boss Qiao's consistent win-win position!

The 'win-win' here is, of course, that the big brothers win first, and then the little brothers win a little bit depending on the situation, and Boss Qiao is only responsible for tasting a dish after making it.

But once you take sides in the Middle East, this chef identity is gone......

I am fighting terrorists and engaging in humanitarianism by the way, I only provide 'security' to refugees, and I promise to treat every client fairly.

If it were possible, Choga would even like to declare it a permanent neutral security zone.

It will not just be a refuge for the Kurds, but will allow all those who have been displaced by the war to go there.

The most important thing is that the people who live there can not even need votes!

I don't even engage in Kurdish autonomy, I asked Princess Emina to hold the lap of the UN Secretary General and beg them.

There is a similar precedent for this in the world, that is, there is a law to follow and there is room for manipulation.

Joga hugged the dirty and smelly child, and took a towel from Tony's shoulder to wipe it off.

Looking at the big-eyed child in amazement, after wiping his face clean, revealing a beautiful little face hidden under the black ash, Joe Jia ha, beckoned Tony to bring the child a white steamed bun version of the meat sandwich bun, and then made him a bowl of hot soup......

Leading the child, who was estimated to be only two years old, to the side and find a small Mazha to sit down, looking at the curious group of Kurdish children surrounding him, Joga magically took out a large bag of candy from his pocket and piled it on the small dining table......

Looking at the large group of children with bright eyes, Qiao Jia glanced around and beckoned to a Kurdish girl with big pigtails who was about twelve or thirteen years old and wearing a small military uniform......

"What's your name?"

"Mia, sir, my name is Mia."

"Okay, Mia, these candies are now in charge of you, one per person, and the excess is divided from the younger one upwards, you are in charge, no problem, right?" ,

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then gave an American-style military salute with Qiaojia's surprised expression, and said loudly: "yessir!"

Qiao Jia was stunned for a moment, shook his head and wrapped the black towel around the neck of the child just now, made a gesture to wash his face, and then rubbed it on his head, making way for the children who saw the candy eyes glowing.

Leaving the eating area, Joga walked a little farther away, and looked at the about 4,000 Kurds who came to the air base, and he shook his head with a little emotion......

This is a bit different from what he imagined, but the situation is still under control, and even because of the appearance of these Kurds, P· B can save a lot of things......

The original plan was to recruit workers locally in Iraq and assist the P.B in handling the logistics of tens of thousands of troops, but now that they are not needed, these people are enough.

Being pinned on the hopes of thousands of people, to be honest, made Joga a little stressed.

But it is precisely because of their hopes that they are the most reliable people.

Watching Nice and Antar walk towards him with a few men, Joga glanced at the women and children who were eating, and the Kurdish militia who were armed but bewildered at a loss......

He pointed to an SUV not far away, then walked over and climbed onto the roof......

Dorian took out a loudspeaker and put it on the car's engine, then handed the microphone with an extension cord attached to it to Joga.

Then P· B's little blacks began to gather spontaneously as if they had been summoned.

Tony handed a Kurdish woman the precious spoon in his hand, motioned for her to help distribute the food, then pulled off his white apron and carefully folded it into his pocket, and then beckoned his men to line up and walked to the boss's vicinity to begin the procession.

The new special forces didn't know what was going on, but they saw that the three BDE teams were all around, and they glanced at each other and followed most of them.

Joga looked at the Kurdish militiamen, who were becoming more and more uncomfortable because of the formation of soldiers, he smiled and patted the microphone in his hand, and said, "Don't be nervous, guys, we are welcoming you......"

"Welcome to our territory, P· B turf, you're safe!"

Dorian grinned at the turtle-like Kurds, he pounded the engine of the car hard, and shouted: "Strong blow~"

"Hooha"