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Chapter 275 The Spring Ends! (Second Update!)

In less than half an hour, Koum had organized the relevant documents.

These documents also include his resignation letter.

He didn't deliver it himself, but instead handed it over to Ramsar:
"My dear general, here's the stuff. Good luck!"

Turning around, Kum was about to leave happily, but after taking only two steps, Ramsar's voice rang out behind him:
"You are the Minister of Defense. How can you resign so hastily? Do you have any sense of responsibility?"

"Also, after you resign, no one will protect you. Israeli spies could kill you at any time."

Upon hearing these threatening words, Koum slowly turned around, spread his hands, and wore an indifferent expression.

"Does the fact that there are many domestic spies have absolutely nothing to do with me?"

"It's because you're incompetent; you don't dare to lay a hand on those who are truly inclined towards America."

"Because those people are renowned, just like you, and are the foundation of the supreme leader."

"Similarly, it's because of your smuggling."

"Your commander died from weapons you smuggled in, that's hilarious!"

“I might die if I go outside, but I want to tell you that I’ve had enough of this stupid life and I don’t want to see you idiots anymore.”

"goodbye!"

Finally, Kum waved goodbye to Ramsar, then, clutching his coat, turned and walked away with a flourish.

The remaining people in the meeting room also said goodbye to Ramsar, turned around, and left gracefully.

Suddenly, only Ramsar, the outsider, was left in the room.

He held those documents for a long time, then sighed and decided to go to Mohrabad first and have a talk with him.

As for the two documents, he decided to find a trash can and throw them away.

Before he could even go to find Mohrabad, Mohrabad contacted him by phone.

There is only one command.

Tell him to hurry back to the air defense base in the southwest.

Back at the base, just as he was about to speak, Mohrabad gave him something first.

It was a short video clip stored in an MP4 file.

Video released by the Qatar Front Command of the Central Sector of America.

In the video, their spokesperson casually holds up a blackboard, on which are written the names of Mosul Air Base and the time of the airstrikes on Tehran by Ali Salem Air Base.

We departed from Mosul Air Base at 1 a.m.

The journey from Mosul to Tehran is expected to take 40 minutes.

The flight departed from Ali Salem Air Base at 3 a.m. and was expected to arrive in Tehran in about 40 minutes.

The attack teams dispatched from both air bases were exactly the same, consisting of four fighter jets and one electronic warfare aircraft.

In the 3-minute and 24-second video, that damn spokesperson in America's military uniform held up a sign for 3 minutes and 18 seconds.

With the remaining few seconds on his mind, he patted his chest and assured everyone that he would be on time.

Finished watching the video.

Ramsar felt his blood surging, and a fire rose in his heart, rushing up his blood vessels to the top of his head.

He clenched his fists and turned to glare at Mohrabad:
"What do they want to do?"

Do they really look down on us that much?

Do they want to die?

After being asked three questions in a row, Mohrabad was somewhat numb.

He looked at the person in front of him, holding the MP4 player, and replayed the video. Watching the footage, he said softly:

“America, this is a provocation.”

“They completely disregarded us.”

"The one that happened not long ago, they considered it a drill."

"They might get serious tonight, so we'll have to rely on you guys and the Air Defense Command."

"I will go there in person later and explain things to them."

He had just finished speaking when he saw the person in front of him hand him a bag.

Before he could ask, Ramsar beat him to it and explained what was in the bag:
"The resignation letter of Minister of Defense Qom, and the unanimous vote of the meeting between the Ministry of Defense and the Air Defense Command under the Defense Force to abolish the Air Defense Command under the Defense Force."

"In other words, the Minister of Defense and the Air Defense Command under the National Defence Forces were gone before you even met me."

The news was so shocking that it left Mohrabad somewhat flustered.

He quickly took the bag, opened it, and wrote down the documents inside.

At the top is Koum's resignation letter.

The letter contained very simple information, just two sentences.

[I quit! Whoever wants to do it can do it! Koum Buckley!]

As the acting commander of the Revolutionary Guard, Mehrabad had naturally seen Qom's autograph and compared it with the signature in his memory.

It is indeed the person in question.

He put the resignation letter back in the envelope and took out the so-called voting document.

Upon seeing the signature above, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Apart from Defense Secretary Koum, all the other signatures above belong to key personnel of the subordinate Air Defense Command.

Generally speaking, when abolishing a department, the most difficult thing to deal with are the people inside that department.

However, if the key personnel of a department actively propose to be eliminated, then the department will generally be eliminated.

Once this document is submitted, the Supreme Leader will definitely approve it.

At that point, things will get really serious.

This is not a simple matter of cutting a department.

This is a manifestation of the internal strife in Iran reaching its limit!
If outsiders knew, they'd laugh themselves to death.

Looking at the two documents, Mohrabad slowly came to his senses. He slowly raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and asked very seriously:

Why did these two documents end up in your hands?

As he asked the question, he slowly came to his senses: "You...your subordinate said you went to cause trouble for someone?"

"So you actually went to the Ministry of Defense to see Kum?"

"He said some things he shouldn't have, and then our hot-tempered defense minister just quit."

"And by the way, before leaving the company, you also passed this vote on layoffs?"

"Ha ha!" Having found the answer, Mohrabad laughed, pointing at Ramsar with a smile.

As he laughed, he suddenly held his breath, used his left foot as a pivot, spun around, and used the momentum of the spin to deliver a powerful punch to Ramsar's face.

The punch was so powerful that Ramsar, who was 1.8 meters tall, was sent flying backward.

After knocking the man away, Mohrabad picked up two documents, walked up to Ramsar, and looked down at him, saying:
"America's plane is coming tonight. If you get back alive, you won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

After uttering those murderous words, he walked past Ramsar and strode out.

At 8 p.m., he met Hawthorne at Hawthorne's residence.

Upon meeting, he immediately handed over Koum's resignation letter and voting proposal.

Just as he was about to speak, Hawthorne looked up and interrupted him: "Let me finish reading first."

A few minutes later.

After reading the letter, Hawthorne turned to his desk, picked up the pen, wrote his opinions on the resignation letter and the voting documents, and signed his name.

Turning around, Hawthorne handed the two documents to Mehrabad.

Looking at the signature on the document, Mehrabad was completely bewildered.

He quickly explained, "Um... sir, the reason I brought these two documents is not for you to sign, it's..." Before he could finish speaking, Hawthorne raised his hand to interrupt him: "You must remember that the authority of the Supreme Leader of Iran cannot be overstepped."

"In the afternoon, I had already told Pellegrini to prepare to resign."

"As for our Minister Qom, if he wants to resign, let him resign."

"It's just a matter of changing two people."

"But if the authority of religious leaders is challenged and we remain indifferent, those disobedient people in the country will take advantage of the situation."

"Therefore, we cannot let them have their way!"

Mohrabad almost laughed after hearing those two sentences.

But he managed his facial expressions well and didn't laugh.

He silently took the document, put it back in his bag, and thought that he would talk to Hawthorne again in a couple of days, once the situation had stabilized.

Retract this order.

But the next second, Hawthorne shattered his illusion.

Hawthorne called his secretary over, turned around and told him the relevant information. At the same time, he asked the secretary to contact the diplomatic spokesperson and have the spokesperson convey the news.

Beside him, Mohrabad listened to Hawthorne's instructions in their entirety. Before the secretary could leave, he opened his mouth, wanting to stop it.

But before he could finish speaking, Hawthorne glared at him, stopping him in his tracks.

Once the secretary's figure disappeared down the corridor, Hawthorne immediately said:

"Remember, the authority of the supreme leader must not be overstepped."

"Broadcasting this at this time is also a way of telling those good-for-nothings."

"Even at a time like this, I will not compromise with them."

"Understood!" Mohrabad didn't argue further, but nodded readily and took the document.

As he left the official residence, he looked up at the starry sky, but instead of going home, he turned around and drove to the headquarters of the Korean Guard.

The vehicle stopped in the parking lot, and the security personnel got out and firmly protected the vehicle in the middle.

And so, the group of people began to wait in the darkness.

1 a.m.

Five bright spots appeared in the west-northwest sky.

These five bright spots stood upright and headed straight towards Tehran. As they approached Tehran, they lowered their height, making them easier to see.

It's an American plane.

Meanwhile, the noise from these five aircraft woke up everyone in Tehran.

Those who are well-informed have already seen America's announcement during the day.

They were also naturally aware that this was an air raid by America.

They naturally found a place to hide.

Those unaware of the situation stood curiously in the open, looking up at the planes flying overhead.

The plane circled over Tehran for about 10 minutes, then turned around and headed back the way it came.

After a long while, one of the guards finally walked to the car and gently knocked on the window:
"Commander, America's plane has left."

"According to Major General Ramsar, the radar is still unable to lock onto America's fighter jets."

"I understand!" he replied weakly, then leaned back and lay on the back seat of the vehicle, staring blankly at the roof.

According to information released by the American people.

There will be another one around 3 o'clock.

There is about an hour left.

Take a look!

Look and say.

An hour goes by quickly, especially when people are in a state of panic.

Before you knew it, it was 3 a.m.

Mohrabad's phone pinged; it was a message from someone deployed in Basra.

Aircraft from Ali Salem Air Base flew overhead over Basra.

After reading the message, the Revolutionary Guard commander turned his head and looked southwest.

After waiting for about 30 minutes, five points of light appeared in the sky to the southwest.

These five points of light are exactly the same as the viewpoint that appeared from the northwest not long ago.

Even the spacing in the middle is the same.

Soon, the five points of light reached the skies above Tehran, and with the help of the light from the ground, it was barely possible to see that they were five airplanes.

Thus, America's five planes circled over Tehran, performing various maneuvers and changing formations as they circled.

The noise from airplanes is loud, let alone five airplanes together.

It took from a little after 3 p.m. until a little after 4 p.m. for the five planes overhead to finally change direction and fly southwest.

The people of Tehran breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the light disappear.

If it didn't drop any bombs, then it's a good plane.

Let them argue; even a little argument is better than losing your life.

They were woken up around 1 a.m., and had just fallen asleep around 2 a.m. when they were woken up again. Right now, all they want to do is sleep.

In the parking lot, Mohrabad watched the plane disappear into the distance, then his gaze fell from the sky to the ground, heading southwest.

There are Iranian S-200 air defense positions there.

However, not a single shot was fired from the air defense positions, and there was no sound whatsoever.

The person is probably not dead.

The only explanation is that America's electronic warfare aircraft are able to completely suppress ground-based air defense radars, preventing them from locking on.

Can't fight.

Can't beat it at all!
Having reached this conclusion, Mehrabad closed his eyes in frustration, then leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.

When I regained consciousness, it was already broad daylight. The gentle sunlight shone through the thin mist and fell on the ground, coating it with a layer of golden-red paint.

After returning to his office to wash up and change into clean clothes, Mehrabad went to Hawthorne's residence again.

Upon seeing him appear, Hawthorne personally handed him a cup of tea, then sat down beside him and said:
"I thought about it all night last night, and I think maybe we should be a little softer. What do you think?"

What do I think?
who am I?
Where am I?

What am I going to do?
Mohrabad stared blankly at Hawthorne, puzzled as to why he would say such a thing.

But in the next second, Hawthorne resolved his question:

“I spoke with Pellegrini yesterday.”

“He said we only had two choices. The first choice was to fight to the end and explode with America.”

"The second option is to accept America's conditions and sum them up,"

"I thought about it all night and listened to the air raid sirens all night."

"This morning, I saw those tired children passing by my residence, and my heart ached."

“I think my teacher overthrew the Pahlavi dynasty to make Iran stronger.”

"During this process, he endured humiliation and hardship and suffered a lot."

But the final result was good!

"Now, I feel that it's time for us to suffer again."

Hawthorne took another step forward, his gaze fixed on Mehrabad:
"After thinking about it all night, my conclusion is that we should seek peace."

(End of this chapter)