[Once upon a time, I attributed the sinking and tearing of the Middle East to the "Saudi Spring" that began in 2011. However, the dictator was hanged and the regime changed, the Middle East world did not become better, before my eyes

I was puzzled by the absurd paradox.

Now, when I went deeper into this area, I realized that the reason might have come from an earlier war, when the British and French Empires used the "Sykes-Pico Agreement" to define the modern Middle East territory.

(During World War I, Britain and France signed a secret agreement to divide the Asian part of the Ottoman Empire.)

These "artificially constructed" Arab countries lack the most fundamental national identity, and the complex tribes, clans and sects within are contradictory, which makes each country produce a lot of centrifugal force.

For example, Yizhek, Syria and Libiya are all in this list.

When the Anglo Saxon powers who were trying to dominate the world were busy with internal struggles, domestic contradictions could still be covered up under the protection of powerful rulers. When an empire finally reached the top of the pyramid, the tragedy began.

After the fall of the Soviet Union, the light of the lighthouse focused on the oil-rich Middle East. For the lighthouse, oil was a necessary tool for them to maintain financial hegemony. In order to achieve the goal of long-term control of the Middle East, they must permanently fall into division and hostility.

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So in a war, the lines drawn by the previous generation became a spark that burned immediately.

The hypocritical Anglo Saxons have long been perfect for doing such things.

In 1992, with the support of the Lighthouse, the Kurdish Autonomous Region in the northern part of Yigark was established. This was the beginning of the lighthouse's split, and it was also the beginning of the breaking of the Middle East world.

This is the critical time node, much earlier than the "Spring in the Saudis".

Later, it was the Yigark War in 2003, and as a result, the process of the collapse of the Middle East was out of control. The lighthouse wielded the gun of freedom and the democratic stick stolen from the Soviet Union, defeated the Middle East again and again

A political strongman, so the centrifugal force of tribes and sects intensified, and painful wars intensified the resentment of the Middle East to the West, and extremist religious organizations were like wildfire.

They look crazy, aggressive, and fearless of death.

It aroused disgust from the whole world.

but,

For young people who have no future, there is no choice but to take up weapons and die.

They have no choice.

No.

When such emotions continued to accumulate, a fire from Tunisian hawkers in 2011 finally burned all over the Middle East.

This world is shattered, and we all have the small piece of our eyes.

In South America, people produce drugs, and the underworld is surrounded by the lower class people and warlords. The main palace is against it, and relying on the little bit of Weibo drugs to supply the upper class to the upper class, living a life of drunkenness and dreams; in Asia, people produce cheap shoes and toys,

Furniture, assembled electronic products to meet the needs of the upper world; in Europe, some places have become uteruses, and some places have become tourist attractions.

In the Middle East, there is an invisible wall with this world. People outside the wall look like flowers in the fog. People living on this land are stripped of white dots or symbols and are ignored.

Therefore, only people mourn "9/11", and no one cares about countless "9/11" incidents in the Middle East every day.

In the context of the lighthouse era, the people living in this richest land are all white spots and do not deserve stories.

Oil is wealth and a curse.

A hundred years ago, a butterfly left by the empire at will trigger a bloody storm that lasted for decades in the Middle East.

Millions of people died and nearly 100 million were displaced.

However, all this fell on the head of the empire, and there was only one plane. - Cheng Mo]

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Latakia is the fifth largest city in Syria and the largest port in Syria. During the war, it was a strategic place for various forces to compete for. Countless battles broke out. After the great powers signed the armistice agreement, it was

Ennoth controls and restores some order slightly.

At least the rusty fixed cranes in Cheng Mo's eyes were still operating, and the broken trucks were also entering and exiting in an orderly manner, and ant-like workers were shuttled through it.

However, not only the Syrian flags are hung in the port, but also the Ennoth flags, and imports and exports are actually controlled by the Ennoth army.

Even though he and Athena have already changed into human skin masks, their identity as white people is still very eye-catching, and it will definitely attract cross-examination from Ennoth's army, which is a big and small trouble.

After observing the surrounding situation, the port was completely unprepared. Cheng Mo gave up entering the port by regular route, asked Captain Omero for four pistols and some bullets, and then went down the sea from the gangway with Athena and swam to the shore.

side.

After getting ashore, Cheng Mo found a hidden place, changed his clothes with Athena, and climbed from the rocky beach to the coastal highway. Logically, the coastal highway always makes people feel pleasant and suitable for driving by themselves, but in fact

This highway is just a two-lane asphalt road with a bumpy road. Not to mention the poor road conditions or being too narrow, there is no relaxing landscape on both sides. One side is full of yellow weeds, and the other side is in the sunny sky.

It's gray, looking at it makes people feel difficult to get better.

Cheng Mo looked around and looked around. On the left was the direction of the harbor and on the right was the direction of the town. Looking into the distance, you could see strands of black exhaust gas thrown by the broken truck on the left.

And to the right, a car or a person can't see it, let alone a taxi.

Even though Cheng Mo was prepared, he never thought that the situation would be so bad. But there was no other way at the moment, so he could only go to Latakia City first and find a way to go to Damascus.

It was obvious that you could walk to the town along this highway. Cheng Mo turned his head and said to Athena who was standing behind him, "It seems that he can only walk over."

Athena didn't answer a word, but just looked at him expressionlessly. In fact, when Cheng Mo came out of the room and talked to her, she had never responded, but would do what he said,

Cheng Mo sighed in his heart. He didn't know when he would understand the meaning of "responsibility". Maybe it was the change that Xie Minyun brought to him, maybe it was because he really respected Athena from the bottom of his heart. So he planned to keep it.

So a little bottom line.

Seeing Athena waiting for him to leave first, Cheng Mo felt that this was not a solution, at least the two had to communicate normally. So he whispered: "I'm really sorry for the fact that I want to use you. I heard it at that time.

My wife's death was related to Napoleon VII, and I didn't care about so much for a while..."

This was the first time he tried to reconcile with Athena since he had fainted from fever and excessive fatigue, but Athena looked at him silently without any intention of speaking. He didn't know if Athena was collecting his own

He didn't dare to retreat, and he looked at Athena sincerely without distraction, so he tried not to think about anything and prevented her from glimpsing the true thoughts in his heart.

Cheng Mo felt that lying was such a difficult thing for the first time. He knew what the other party was concerned about and wanted to hear, but he had to be insincere.

"Want to use me?"

Seeing Athena speak, Cheng Mo realized that Athena didn't really want to be angry with him, so she ignored his intentions. It was more like she planned to deal with the relationship between the two indifferently, so she wouldn't talk to him without any need.

Cheng Mo should expect such a result, but he always felt a little indescribable. He reluctantly smiled with a ridicule, "At that time, I wanted to use you to deliberately arouse Napoleon's seventh generation to be angry. As long as people get angry, they will reveal flaws. He

I can't guess that I can get energy with my body. As long as you are willing to help me, I will definitely have a chance to kill him..."

"There is nothing to apologize for. The partners are just a relationship of mutual use." Athena said coldly.

Cheng Mo felt a little sour inside, but on the surface he said as if nothing had happened: "No, I don't think this should be true between friends, so I apologize to you, not to mention that I have no value for you to use."

"Hedra's stupid sea dragon is of no use, just be able to pass the boredom occasionally."

"You killed that sea dragon because..." Cheng Mo paused for a moment, said "Forget it", turned around and walked forward. He knew that Athena killed the one named "Hedra"

"The Canghai Dragon is not because it did not bite itself to death, but because she cannot take it away and does not want to leave it behind.

Athena had no intention of asking questions and followed Cheng Mo silently.

The road was surprisingly quiet, with only the sea breeze and their footsteps. Although it was still early spring, the sunlight at noon was very bright. There were no green plants along the way, only yellow weeds. There were no traces of human activities, and only some abandoned areas in the distance.

Outdoor projects and broken houses lurk among weeds. When approaching the city, in addition to some cars burned into skeletons, Cheng Mo also saw a half-rotten camel corpse, with huge flies on it.

The sandy yellow land and the silent and deserted city ruins not far away form a wasteland scene after the fall of civilization.

When I recalled at this time, the vitality in the port seemed like a false appearance, and the wounds caused by war in this city were far from healed.

Cheng Mo looked down at Athena's shadow. She was not wearing a fat dress that could change her body shape. The sunlight depicted her body lines very windingly. He recalled the falling lines she drew on the chair.

At this moment, I tasted a simple and vague meaning, like a three-line poem.

This is called Cheng Mo's feeling that it would not be unacceptable to live in the doomsday with Athena.

The city is built along the sea, walking along the Boyou Road, houses gradually stand on the beach, and there are more sidewalks on the roadside. Perhaps because of the sparse population, the feeling of depression that makes people feel a little suffocating and panic has not improved.

When you look at it from a distance, Latakia looks like a city. When you walk in, it is even worse. It is full of devastation. No building looks intact. Some buildings are covered with bullet holes on the entire walls; some are bombed by bombs.

It collapsed a piece, and even saw Katyusha rockets, half of which had hit half of the destroyed wall; it was rarely seen, and the windows were either empty or covered with plastic bags.

The whole city is filled with a ruined earth-gray color, and the sense of despair envelopes the city.

Cheng Mo stopped and looked forward. There should have been many shops on the roadside, but now only one or two have opened the doors. The shop is dark and there are not even lights on. Cheng Mo saw that there is a shop at the door.

An expressionless shop owner sat at the door, basking in the sun without doing anything. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and greeted the other party in Saudi Arabia.

Lying on the wooden chair was an old man. His skin was zombie-like black, his hair was gray, and his wrinkles on his face were as deep as a knife. His right hand holding the chair handle had two fingers broken, giving people a sense of

A sense of lifelessness. Faced with Cheng Mo's deliberate enthusiasm, he had no reaction. He just rolled his eyes and stared coldly at Cheng Mo who blocked his sunshine.

Cheng Mo didn't know whether the reason why he ignored it was his accent or the fact that the Syrian Saudi Arabia and Saudi Arabia were too different from the official language of Saudi Arabia. In short, his reading expression ability was completely ineffective at this moment, just like facing

A dead person. He thought he should buy something, and maybe the other party was willing to speak.

Cheng Mo immediately looked at the store. It was extremely clean and so clean that it was very embarrassing. Apart from a black wooden shelf and a few stacks of scarves placed inside, it was so empty that it didn't look like a shop at all. The style of the scarves was also

They are all the same, and the color is not as bright as it is, and it is mainly plain. Cheng Mochai was probably a veil used by Saint Laurent women.

Cheng Mo couldn't think of who would visit such a store, but he didn't really want to buy anything at the moment. He took out a ten-yuan euro from his pocket and signaled to buy a headscarf with pens and strokes.

However, the other party just stood up and looked up at the euro in Cheng Mo's hand, then shook his head and muttered softly that it was like a Saudi word. Cheng Mo couldn't understand what it was, but he also knew that the euro seemed to be here.

Very useful.

Cheng Mo had no choice but to say to Athena: "Let's go to the city center to see, and at least we have to find someone who can communicate." Athena still chose not to answer such things if there was no answer.
To be continued...