() Back at the branch of Longteng International, Canglong was alone in the room without seeing anyone until noon, when Vivian suddenly came to the door.
"He's still in there." Vivian asked, and the man on the side nodded solemnly and said, "President Cang said no one should be disturbed, even if it's the Americans calling."
"Why is this guy becoming more and more effeminate? Isn't he just being pushed back? Isn't he so pretentious?" As she said that, Vivian walked towards the door and kicked her office door like Canglong kicked it in the morning. She went up, but it was obvious that she did not have the power of Canglong, and her feet hurt from being kicked.
Seeing the pain on Vivian's face, Yan Yan quickly said: "This door is specially made."
"I didn't tell you earlier." Vivian scolded. Jun Jun could only shrug, but soon his expression changed. Vivian took out a pistol and shot the doorknob.
With a "bang" sound, Vivian learned to be smart this time. She put away her pistol and said to Yan Yan: "Kick the door open."
Yan Jun looked unhappy. How could he dare to kick Canglong's door? Seeing this, Vivian said: "I will be responsible for anything that happens, but if you don't kick the door open and let him deal with the matter at hand, then something big will happen." .”
Yan Yan had no choice but to pass, but he didn't dare to kick, but hit it. With just one blow, the door and the guard were smashed. Yan Yan lost his balance and fell to the ground. Vivian rushed in and knocked down the door. He thought Canglong was in a daze or something else, but he saw Canglong writing something with a pen. The behavior of the two people did not disturb him at all.
Yan Yan stood up and was about to explain when Canglong said: "Go out and close the door. The money to repair the door will be deducted from your salary."
Hearing this, Yan Yan couldn't tell, why should he deduct my salary, but he still nodded and left. Vivian walked over, looked at what Cang Long wrote, and said with a mocking look: "I thought you were with a bitch. I seemed to be crying in the office, and I was rushing over to comfort you, but I didn’t expect you to heal yourself."
Canglong didn't even look at her and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you need anything, come to me in person."
"I can't do it without you this time. The new top commander of the US military in Iraq has come to Iraq." Vivian became serious. "And she just took off from Baghdad Air Force Base and came to Basra. She will arrive at Basra Airport in about forty minutes. , do you want you to handle it?"
"Hmm." Canglong frowned and put down the pen in his hand, "Why did she come to Basra?"
"It seems like you know her. I heard that the top commander of the US military in Iraq used to be the deputy director of the CIA, and was later transferred to the US Defense Intelligence Agency. She was the planner of the attack on Binglan, and she is a beautiful woman." , Vivian looked at Canglong kindly, "You are a married woman now, so you can't mess around with flowers. If your reputation as a prophet is revealed, your reputation as a prophet will be ruined, and this flower is also an American flower."
"You have so much time to mock me, you might as well think about how to deal with her." Canglong said, picked up the pen and continued writing.
Vivian looked over strangely and found that Canglong seemed to be drawing, and it was a topographic map of the entire Basra province. Canglong marked many points on it in detail, some were red and some were green. Vivian was surprised: " What is this? You hide in the office all morning and do this."
"Missile unit deployment map." Canglong drew it intently, "The red dots represent places that may be attacked, and the green dots represent places where defense is least likely to be deployed. The Prophet Army's missile units will be deployed in the future. On these green spots, this is the only armed force we need to develop."
Vivian didn't expect that Canglong would think so long-term, and even draw the missile deployment map herself: "No wonder you asked me to find Alidai to get so many anti-aircraft missiles, but is it too early? After all, wait until the fu solves Mahdi The remnants of the army and the Baath Party are estimated to take another half a year."
"Morning." Canglong shook his head, "If we wait for the security forces and the US military to attack and we are preparing, it will be too late. What's more, the new top US military commander will not be the first to deal with the remnants of the Baath Party and Mai He Di’s Army, but our Prophet’s Army.”
Hearing this, Vivian looked surprised: "How is it possible? The capital is in the north. Even if they solved the Mahdi Army, there are still remnants of the Baath Party. How could they go so far to deal with us first, let alone the excuse? We are only asking for autonomy, we are not splitting, nor are we breaking away from the country."
"Excuse." Canglong smiled sarcastically, "The Americans used the excuse of anti-terrorism to attack Afghanistan, and used weapons of mass destruction to attack Iraq. Do you think they need an excuse to attack us?"
"Even if they don't need an excuse, it's incredible that they opened fire on us at such a large scale in the first place." Vivian didn't believe it.
"Other commanders won't do this, but Natasha will definitely do this. She will definitely regard me as the first threat. It's not surprising to come here. The main purpose is to find out our truth, which is also the meaning of the warning. ." Canglong continued to draw.
"Sure enough, you know her." Vivian teased, "The relationship seems to be quite shallow. Let me tell you, don't be sorry to Binglan, otherwise"
"Thanks to you, I already felt sorry for my fiancée last night. As for Ruo Mo, I have nothing to do with her, and you don't have to be wary of me because of her." Canglong's tone suddenly became cold, "Focus on the United States. It’s much more real on a human being than on me.”
"Since you think they will deal with us immediately, what do you think we should do? Now that everything in Basra is being rebuilt, what can we do to fight the Americans?" Vivian said.
"Learn from Zhuge Kongming and play the empty city strategy. Although Natasha is very smart, smart people are very suspicious. We don't show anything. It is much better than showing everything." Canglong said calmly, " In addition, let Chiram greet her and let Snow Leopard take Team B to protect her, fully armed. Also, after Natasha enters Basra, I don’t want her to see any attacks or any demonstrations. That’s what you have to do next.”
"I don't understand, since it's an empty city strategy, why should Team B be exposed?" Vivian was surprised.
"Don't ask so many whys, just do it." Canglong was a little impatient, "Also, don't think I will forgive you for what happened last night."
"Stingy guy." Vivian muttered, and then left.
Natasha's special plane was escorted by the air force, but it was obvious that it did not encounter any attacks along the way. Even Basra Airport did not close the channel for the arrival of the top commander of the US military. Instead, it opened the channel and prepared for the arrival of the top commander of the US military. They navigate the landing.
When Natasha got off the plane, she was surprised to see the governor of Basra Province, Zinnam, waiting for her with a group of heavily armed soldiers. At that time, she thought there would be a battle and was ready to withdraw at any time. In the plane, Chilam was found walking over with a smile on his face and shook hands with her: "Welcome, welcome."
Natasha relaxed her vigilance, but still let the few people accompanying her get off the plane first and occupy a favorable position. However, soon, the soldiers from the two sides began to compete secretly.
Natasha always stayed in the same line as Kiram. The airport was not as congested as Baghdad, and the road was very smooth. When meeting locals, there was no anti-American sentiment and everyone behaved very naturally. , this surprised Natasha, but she naturally wouldn't show it.
"The police have been abolished in Basra Province and replaced by militias to maintain order." Chiram introduced everything here to Natasha as he walked.
"Militia." Natasha looked at the soldiers in military uniforms who were maintaining order. At that time, she thought they were regular troops. After all, at the level of Iraqis, soldiers should be lazy. These are the most common soldiers in the United States. It has become commonplace in people's eyes.
"Then these around me should be your regular troops, right?" Natasha said, looking at the Snow Leopards who were competing with her subordinates.
"Yes, these are our regular troops, and some are foreigners." Qinam explained calmly.
Natasha frowned, but was instantly relieved. Then, under the leadership of Zynam, she got into the welcoming vehicle.
"Uncle Sam, the situation here is not good." Natasha frowned as soon as she got in the car.
"Don't call me Uncle Sam." The heavily armed special forces soldier next to Natasha said impatiently, "You should call me Sea Eagle. Sea Eagle, do you understand?"
"Okay, Uncle Sam, what do you think of the situation here?" Natasha asked.
Sam was speechless: "Those militiamen don't look like much, but they have a kind of temperament, which in Chinese terms is called rebirth. Although their weapons are not very good, they are definitely better than those rubbish security forces in Baghdad." There are a lot of needs, especially those foreign soldiers who just competed with our people, none of them are easy to deal with."
"If there was a conflict just now, what are our chances of winning?" Natasha asked.
Sam was silent for a while and said: "Less than 30%, after all, there are many of them."
"Only 30%." Natasha was a little surprised, "What did you mean when you said those militiamen were reborn?"
"They have the aura of soldiers. Those security forces in Baghdad who are armed with money do not have the aura of soldiers at all. This is the essential difference. If my guess is correct, there must be Chinese people secretly training them because of their temperament." We are already very close to those Chinese people." Speaking of the Chinese soldiers, Sam's wrinkled face showed a bit of ruthlessness, as if he had met an opponent.
"Sure enough, the Chinese got involved." Natasha looked very unhappy.
"Look outside." Sam suddenly said, "Look at the faces of these people. Compare the faces of the citizens of Baghdad. These are two completely different differences."
"Well, one is full of hope, and the other is despair." Natasha couldn't believe it. "It's only been a few days, how could there be such a big change."
"Never underestimate the Chinese, they will always create miracles, and these miracles are absolutely something you don't want to see." Sam looked at the city of Basra with a deep frown, "The most terrifying thing is that no one attacked us. , and no one demonstrated against our arrival."
"What on earth did this guy do in Basra to be able to control the people like this?" Natasha looked very unhappy.
"Don't you understand yet?" Sam looked at her seriously, "This is not control, but hope. Only a hopeful government can restore hope to these desperate people. If you want to take the lead in attacking Here, we must be prepared to go to war with all the people here."