Chapter 65 Feisal, it's time to drink chicken soup
Chapter 65 Faisal, it’s time to drink chicken soup
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 65 Faisal, it’s time to drink chicken soup
(PS: Today is the first day of the battle for Sanjiang. Read, read, beg to read!)
Wang Zhen really hates accidents!
"You are in Salahuddin Province now, right?" John asked.
"yes."
"How many people have been recruited?"
"20."
"How is the quality?"
"It's not bad, at least it's not bad for Iraq." Wang Zhen explained his choice.
"It's so fucking inhumane." John was speechless for a moment, "But it's very effective and novel."
"Then what?"
"The thing is like this. Tikrit, the capital of Salahuddin Province, is adjacent to Tikrit. More than 60 kilometers southeast of Tikrit, there is a village next to the Tigris River and Badhdad Highway, which is stuck on the road from Tikrit to Baghdad.
"A small armed force appeared here on the main transportation road. There may be about 100 people in number. They are very ignorant of the rules. They attacked a convoy yesterday and posed a great threat to the transportation line of this road and river."
"Kill them!"
"Maybe there are 100 people?" Wang Zhen frowned, what the hell is possible?
"Even if there are really only 100 people, but we only have 6 people, even if we add those 20 people, the numerical disadvantage will be too big, right?"
"I know, so someone will send you a batch of weapons, enough for you to arm 50 people."
"Faisal can't afford to support so many people. The casualties will not be small. The pension will make Faisal bankrupt."
"Listen to me, Wang. Faisal is from Salahuddin Province. He needs a territory that can be influenced by him so that he can gain a foothold in Iraq. After killing this group of people, he can arrange his base here.
And it can radiate to the capital city of Tikrit." John explained: "After that, we will help his group get a legal designation for the National Guard. You can explain it to him. As long as he can do it, then, it will
Someone gave him a sum of money, and they give it to him every year."
"This amount of money alone is enough for him to support a completely off-duty military force of more than 100 people. If he is the kind who goes to the battlefield with a gun, it is enough to support 500 people!"
Wang Zhen: Tell me, did you install a bug on me? How did you know about my plan?
"I can't make the decision for Faisal, but I will try my best to persuade him." Wang Zhen thought for a while and said.
"I believe in you. To be honest, you did a great job, beyond expectation." John praised.
Wang Zhen chuckled and did not answer, "Have you told the company about this task?"
"Wang, this matter has nothing to do with the CIA. It is completely a battle between two armed forces." John said solemnly.
Wang Zhen instantly understood that the company could not accept any illegal work.
"Then how do you pay the commission?"
"This is not a mercenary operation, so I'm sorry, but I will compensate you in the next operation."
Wang Zhen: Damn it, it’s free!
"Okay, I'll tell the team." Wang Zhen said, what else could he do besides agreeing to him.
"Thank you, my friend, I owe you a favor." John agreed directly, "Man, kill them all, fuck Fuck, those damn idiots!"
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen went to Jin Mao to talk about the matter. At the same time, he also had his own guess, "This batch of goods should be related to people from the CIA, otherwise they would not have made such a big fuss."
"Probably, I heard Cobham and Daryl say that the CIA also has great interests here. If it is just the CIA's salary, no one is willing to eat sand in a ghost place like Iraq." Golden Retriever
Said with a smile.
"What are the benefits?" Wang Zhen was curious.
"Who knows, I'm not interested in this aspect. It can't be just selling information anyway." Golden Retriever shrugged.
"Okay, do you want to accept the mission?"
"Of course, it's just a group of militiamen. If 50 people cooperate with us and carry out a sneak attack, the matter will not be difficult to solve."
"Then I'll go find Faisal." Wang Zhen turned around and left.
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When we get to Faisal, we can’t say that anymore!
"Efforts may not necessarily pay off, but if you don't work hard, there will be no rewards." Wang Zhen came up with a bowl of chicken soup, grabbed Faisal's neck and drank it hard.
"If you take action, the government will definitely see it. Otherwise, why would they spend money on you? You think so."
"I helped you fight for it. Raising troops consumes a lot of money. In order to save you from worries and accelerate development, I will help you find a good place to base."
With that said, Wang Zhen pulled out the map and pointed at the village southeast of Tikrit, "This location is stuck on the main traffic road. If we control this place, then both the cost of raising troops and the influence will be greatly reduced."
An explosive growth.”
"Thank you, I don't know how to thank you, really, dear Wang." Feisal gave Wang Zhen a hug with excitement.
"No, you know!" Wang Zhen pushed him away gently and continued: "There is currently a group of anti-government armed forces here, which has caused great hidden dangers to transportation. Just yesterday, they just robbed a transport convoy.
"
"There seem to be about 100 people, kill them, show your strength, and then, everything will be fine!"
"100 people, but I don't have enough people." Feisal suddenly became anxious, "King, you have to help me!"
Faisal certainly knew that if he could control this village and town, it would be no exaggeration to say that he would be rich.
But when he thought about the 100 people blocking him, he became as restless as an ant on a hot pot.
You can see it, but you can't eat it. It's so torturous.
"Faisal, man, you can't count on us for everything. The Sickle Team is responsible for protecting the Foot Covering Building. We hope the mission goes well and are willing to work hard, but this effort cannot be unlimited." Wang Zhen smiled.
, the expression is gentle, but the taste of rejection is obvious.
Faisal was stunned for a moment, then frowned, kept turning his head, clenching and unclenching his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Wang Zhen said nothing, smiled and stood up and said: "Have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
There are several key points in fishing. First, wear a helmet. Second, don’t be in a hurry.
The sound of closing the door sounded. Faisal immediately raised his head, stared straight at the door, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "I'm really gone..."
He also doesn’t want to rely on Americans for everything!
Americans are not a good thing. Every Iraqi knows this. He can climb up from below and is also ambitious.
Before...there was no way before!
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The next morning, Wang Zhen was shocked when he saw Faisal again. He had thick dark circles under his eyes, his face was yellow, his lips were white and a little chapped...
It was as if he was being tortured severely by a group of female fairies.
"What are you..."
After Wang Zhen left yesterday afternoon, Faisal started to take action, calling people in the party and asking them to think of ways to raise funds.
I was not idle either. I called Ahmed and the people who invested in me in Salahuddin Province, and talked loudly about my armed plan, future prospects, beliefs, and ideals.
It's not just empty talk. According to Faisal, he now has 100 elite veterans of the Iraqi Army who are fully armed.
I racked my brains and my mouth went dry.
The results are indeed there. Some people have increased their investment in him, reaching 500,000 US dollars in one night. The results are impressive, but it is a drop in the bucket.
What's even more hateful is that some people don't believe in him, an honest man, and want to send someone to see for themselves before deciding whether to increase their support for him...
Faisal's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. The description of the future cannot be called lying. The prospect...the future...can the words of a politician be called lying?
He didn’t even dare to say that he had recruited 200 people!
I'm so damn honest, okay?
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