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Chapter 263 A Desperate Situation! (Second Update!)

Upon seeing the news headline, Lin Yi blinked, somewhat disbelieving his eyes.

Given Iran's nature.

The fish died and the net was broken?

If they had the courage to burn their bridges, would they have ended up in this mess?
Take another look at the news media pop-ups.

Sina Military.

Well, these people are the founders of the later UC Shocking Headlines. Trivial matters can be described as earth-shattering events in their mouths.

Ah, people!

He even neglected his parents at home for that little bit of data.

Dragging the mouse to close the annoying pop-up, Lin Yi got up and stretched his arms and legs. He then turned back to continue typing on the document.

Instead of focusing on Iran, we should worry about ourselves. We have so much work to do, when will it ever end?

…………

Tehran, Iran.

Revolutionary Guard Headquarters.

Acting Commander Mohrabad raised his head from the shadows and asked the person in front of him:
"Have you figured out why the announcements issued by the Ministry of National Defense are contradictory?"

Across from him, several people in military uniforms heard the question, paused for a moment, and then lowered their heads in unison.

Seeing the reaction of his subordinates, Mohrabad couldn't help but sigh softly.

It seems the Ministry of National Defense has not provided an explanation.

I have to handle this myself.

If he had known that being a commander was so difficult, he shouldn't have competed with others; he should have just continued to slack off in the Bassky militia.

It shouldn't have turned out like this.

He stood up, pulled his hat over his head, and then gave instructions to the people in front of him:

"Contact Colonels Abuyek and Palank and tell them that without my orders, no one is allowed to mobilize the Quds Force or a single member of the Basij militia!"

“Especially Abuyek, tell him to be careful of people in Iraq, Syria and Lebanon.”

“People are feeling very anxious right now, so we must give them confidence, otherwise, big problems could easily arise.”

After hearing his explanation, the people standing in front of him nodded slightly and then quickly left, leaving only Mohrabad standing alone in the room.

After a while, Mehrabad went out and, escorted by several guards, went to the Ministry of Defense building not far away.

The guards at the entrance naturally recognized him. When they saw him coming, they quickly opened the door and let him into the Ministry of National Defense building.

After a smooth journey to the top floor, Mehrabad met the person he wanted to see—Defense Minister Qom.

Upon meeting, Mohrabad couldn't wait to ask:

"Can you tell me what you're trying to do?"

When questioned, Koum shrugged and leaned back lazily on the sofa: "As you can see, I don't want to do anything!"

"If you insist on asking what I want to do, then I can only say that I want to get everything back on track."

These two sentences made Mehrabad want to laugh, but he couldn't, because this was not the time for jokes.

He took two deep breaths, calming his agitated emotions, then turned to look at the person in front of him and questioned them once more:

"Then tell me, in your eyes, what does 'getting back on track' mean?"

"say!"

"You're not mute, don't think you can escape the problem by not speaking."

"Running away solves nothing."

Faced with Mohrabad's aggressive questioning, Qom lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds. Then, he raised his head, staring directly into Mohrabad's eyes, and asked:
"Then tell me, you took so much money, but didn't take on the responsibilities you should have."

"Is this ridiculous?"

One sentence left Mohrabad speechless for a long time.

Strictly speaking, the Revolutionary Guard is a military complex that operates outside the Ministry of Defense system.

The Revolutionary Guard was established for three reasons: first, to prevent the resurgence of counter-revolutionary forces; second, to prevent military coups left over from the Pahlavi dynasty; and third, to monitor society and combat Westernization and secularization.

The earliest members of the Revolutionary Guard were all fanatical religious figures.

Later, Iraq invaded Iran.

The Revolutionary Guard officially went to the battlefield, began its militarization transformation, established its own land, sea and air branches, and began a large-scale expansion during this period.

After the large-scale expansion, everyone was eager to eat.

Otherwise they would starve to death.

Therefore, the commander at the time obtained permission from the highest religious leader and began economic infiltration.

Domestically, it controls the oil, construction, and telecommunications-related industries.

Externally, it monopolized smuggling networks with neighboring countries, smuggling large quantities of oil, weapons, and consumer goods.

As a result, a unique dual-track system emerged in Iran.

The Revolutionary Guard, directly under the Supreme Leader, controls approximately 40% of the country's economic and production activities.

Most of this 40% of economic activity was tax-free and involved a large amount of smuggling, with the profits used solely to build the Revolutionary Guard.

The executive branch under the president controls the remaining 60% of production and economic activities.

This 60% of economic activity is normal production, normal customs clearance and tax payment, and normal use for construction.

Under this unique dual-track system, the Ministry of Defense does not have much power; they are mainly responsible for routine tasks such as border defense, counterterrorism, and disaster relief.

They had no heavy weapons.

In the past two years, even salaries have started to shrink.

Under these circumstances, many people have begun to express their dissatisfaction with the Revolutionary Guard's actions.

However, because the Revolutionary Guard was directly under the leadership of the Supreme Religious Leader, most people remained silent and continued to live their lives in a haphazard manner.

A piece of information from a couple of days ago has further fueled this discontent.

Because the weapon that killed their commander-in-chief appeared to have been smuggled from Iraq by one of their men.

It is said that the people in charge of transporting this batch of goods clashed with the border inspection station and even got into a fight.

Ultimately, it's because the Revolutionary Guard has been acting rather unethically over the years.

Therefore, Mohrabad didn't want to take up the topic. He stood there, his eyes filled with guilt as he turned his gaze elsewhere.

Seeing that this guy was trying to change the subject, Koum pressed his advantage:
"As you just said, don't run away from it; running away won't solve anything."

"So, tell me, what should I do?"

"The president told me that we must endure humiliation and learn to swallow our pride for the sake of domestic development. If Israel and America want to fight back, then let them fight back."

"As long as we don't give them an excuse to drag Iran into a large-scale war, nothing will happen."

"Then the Supreme Leader told me that the Ministry of Defense is the military face of a country." "No matter what, we must be strong and tough in foreign affairs."

"Even if I die, I will die standing up, and I will never let anyone look down on me."

"But what about our foreign military operations? You've always been in charge. You decide what you want to do and then blame us for anything that's wrong."

"Tell me, how do I find a reasonable balance between these two states?"

"Or rather, you, Mohrabad Ali, tell me, are you going to fight or make peace next?"

"Whether it's fighting or making peace, you have to give me a definite answer!"

After saying this, Koum stared at the floor, suddenly chuckled, then slapped his forehead and continued:

"Look, I'm dumbfounded. I actually dared to make demands of you."

"What wishful thinking!"

After saying these words with a smile, Qom stood up again and bowed deeply to Mohrabad:

“I was wrong to speak loudly to you at the meeting the other day, and I admit my mistake.”

"Next, I will transfer the person in charge of the Ministry of National Defense's spokesperson position, and you will have to find someone to fill the vacancy yourselves."

"You can use this person to express anything you want to say or show off!"

"Oh right, it's time to go after get off work!"

After saying those two sentences, Koum took out his briefcase from the drawer, stuffed several documents from the table into it, smiled at Mohrabad, picked up his bag, and left.

He was incredibly fast; in just a few breaths, he reached the elevator entrance and slipped into the descending elevator.

Mohrabad wanted to give chase, but then he caught a glimpse of the bunch of keys on Qom's desk. He sighed, picked up the keys, locked the door, turned and headed for the elevator, then went downstairs.

A few minutes later, he appeared in front of the Ministry of National Defense spokesperson's office, straightened his uniform, stepped into the office, and found the spokesperson who frequently appeared on camera:
"You have half an hour to prepare a speech."

"The content of the speech was that we are going to fight Israel to the death."

The spokesperson paused for a moment, then opened a drawer under his desk like a puppet, took out a document, stared at it for a while, and then looked up at Mohrabad.

After looking at it for a few seconds, he asked haltingly, "Um, if my timeline is correct, I remember making a similar statement just two hours ago, as requested by Minister Koum!"

"So is it still necessary?"

The spokesperson's counter-question once again silenced Mehrabadgan.

He came here to question Koum about why his attitude was completely opposite on two separate occasions.

His actions are completely damaging Iran's international image.

Although Iran doesn't have much of an image either.

But to his surprise, he was met with a barrage of questions from Koum, which broke him down.

very annoying.

After pressing his hand to his brow and thinking for a moment, Mohrabad said softly:

"You should revise your speech again, making the language sharper and more intense than the last one."

"Then hold a press conference to let everyone know that Iran is not to be trifled with!"

The spokesperson didn't speak, but simply opened the document and started typing.

The big shots like to stir things up, but he doesn't. He just wants to go to work and leave work on time every day, and occasionally work overtime.

Finally, the Ministry of National Defense paid the salaries on time.

The spokesperson acted quickly; in less than half an hour, a new press conference began in the auditorium on the second floor of the Ministry of National Defense.

Under the spotlight, the spokesperson launched into a scathing attack on Israel and America, and then concluded:
"We Iranians are not afraid of death. If you have the guts, come and see who dies first!"

After watching the entire press conference backstage, Mohrabad silently turned and left. Back at the Revolutionary Guard headquarters, he immediately called Abuyek, who was in charge of commanding operations in the holy city.

“Abuyek, I am the acting commander-in-chief, Mohrabad Ali.”

"Now, I am officially issuing you instructions."

"Fight back, fight back at all costs. We must show America, and Israel, with concrete actions that if they want to take action, they can."

"But once we start, whether it ends or not is not up to them, and we'll knock one of their teeth out!"

"We want to show them that even if we're fish on the chopping block, we'll fight to the death!"

"You have two hours to prepare. Call me back when you're ready!"

After hanging up the phone, Mohrabad turned and walked towards the operations center next door.

On the other side, on the Iraqi-Iranian border, in Abadan.

In a seemingly unremarkable courtyard, Abu Yed, the commander of the Quds Force, waved his phone and said smugly to the large group of people in front of him:

"Listen, listen to everyone!"

"We are the Revolutionary Guard, and from the very beginning, we have been established to suppress the enemy."

"Whether they are internal enemies or external enemies, we must suppress them ruthlessly!"

“We are never the weak ones, and the weak could never join the revolutionary army.”

"Now, everyone, listen to my instructions!"

"onslaught!"

"Launch a fierce attack on all military posts in the surrounding America and Israel. I will not give you specific orders; you will decide how to fight!"

"But before that, I'll send you a batch of weapons first."

Upon hearing that there were weapons, the men in front of Abu Yede smiled and looked at him with ingratiating expressions.

Zais was in the middle, and he was the most enthusiastic one.

Less than half an hour later, Abu Yede's deputy appeared with several document bags, distributed them to the people in front of him, nodded slightly to Abu Yede, and then turned and left.

After he left, Abuyed tapped the brown paper bags lightly with his finger:
"The contents of the bag are the code for this weapons exchange, as well as the key to the corresponding safe."

"Now it's our turn to retaliate against Israel!"

"set off!"

At a command, the people in the room gradually left, then reunited with their respective groups, crossed the Tigris River, crossed the border, and returned to Iraq.

It took another three hours for Zais to return to his loyal Najaf.

After recounting the Revolutionary Guard's reaction to Hazari, Zais led his troops north towards Hira.

If they want to retaliate against America and Israel, they need to make a big splash.

If they can make American soldiers suffer another loss here, then they will have made a huge profit.

After all, if someone falls into the same pit twice in a row, that person is definitely a fool!
As the vehicle moved forward, Hazari suddenly asked Zais:

"Should we use those new weapons?"

Meeting Hazari's gaze, Zais pondered for a long time before nodding his head forcefully: "Use it!"

(End of this chapter)