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Chapter 579 Issuing a Challenge! (First Update!)

In Moscow, Defense Minister Igor was initially delighted upon receiving the news, as he was finally able to glimpse the development of Chinese weaponry and equipment, and also to understand what they were planning.

However, when he learned that the weapon codenamed "tank" was actually a tank, he was completely dumbfounded.

He checked repeatedly for a long time before finally confirming that Saudi King Saeed had turned down German Leopard 2A6 tanks, French Leclerc tanks, English Challenger tanks, and their T-90 tanks, and instead went to China to buy tanks!

Is their Type 96 tank interesting?

Not interesting!
Those tanks are from so many years ago, they're outdated. I really don't know why these people would buy them; they must be crazy!

After hesitating for a moment, he still sent the message to Mijelavlovich. Although the message was annoying, since the president had spent so much time on it, he should still tell him and let him know.

If the president knew this, he would probably curse the Saudis, calling them a bunch of idiots.

After reflecting on this in his heart, Igor picked up the documents and found that there were only text documents and no photos, which he felt was somewhat imperfect.

However, when he thought of the three crews of An-124, he felt that it was too much to ask them to send both text and video data at the same time.

So be it.

He took the documents, left the house, and rushed to the president's office.

Mijelavlovich was busy with his work when he saw him and told him to wait at the door.

This wait lasted for more than two hours.

After the people inside came out, Igor took the documents and went into the office.
"Mr. President, we...we misjudged the situation!"

"Saudi Arabia really only bought a few tanks and three planes from China, with one plane carrying one tank."

"These are the intelligence reports from the three flight crews. Please take a look!"

"Huh?" Mijelavnovich quickly took the documents, flipped through them, and found that the relevant information only included tanks. He was completely stunned.

But soon, he laughed again.

Because of this incident, America's CIA personnel in Asia and the Middle East were largely mobilized to investigate related materials.

On the other hand, the protagonist of this incident, Saudi Arabia, is resorting to desperate measures.

Even in their desperation, they didn't turn to Russia, which allowed Russia to make a sound judgment on whether Saudi Arabia could be considered an ally.

After a long sigh, Mijelavnovich put the documents back on the table:
"Spread this message!"

“Once this news gets out, America will definitely take action in the Middle East, and their father, Israel, will definitely take even bigger action.”

"Oil prices will rise as long as the Middle East descends into chaos."

"We can then take the opportunity to export large quantities of oil and natural gas."

"Go!"

Igor stood at attention, raised his hand in salute, and said, "Understood!"

Igor immediately relayed the message to the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service. After understanding the information, the Foreign Intelligence Service felt insulted.

They began to fabricate intelligence, embellishing it with exaggerated claims. Within two hours, the relevant intelligence was leaked from their base in the Middle East.

[Accurate intelligence indicates that the tanks Saudi Arabia purchased from China are China's own main battle tanks, namely the Type 96 tanks that were exposed many years ago! Only three were purchased, transported by three aircraft; their designation is simply "tank"!]

This intelligence was quickly intercepted by Israel's Mossad and sent to Tel Aviv.

Upon reviewing the intelligence, a group of people in the Israeli Ministry of Defense office, who had already been planning to attack Saudi Arabia, stood up and demanded an attack on Saudi Arabia to show these damned Middle Eastern princes who the real kings of this land are!

The true master!
These generals unanimously passed a resolution that, in order to demonstrate their military strength, they would not use the air force but instead use ground troops, passing through Jordan and then advancing into Saudi Arabia.

Of course, in order to demonstrate their strength, they decided to first inform Saudi Arabia, intending to defeat them head-on.

So, two hours after the relevant resolution was finalized, the relevant intelligence landed on Sayyid's desk.

The intelligence was transmitted through the Jordanian royal family.

[The day after tomorrow, which is 72 hours from now, we will officially enter Saudi Arabia from the Jordanian border!]

After reading the intelligence report, Sayed unleashed the biggest rage he had ever displayed.

He tore the paper filled with intelligence into pieces and scattered them into the air. Then he grabbed a stool and smashed it wildly on the table, smashing everything he could find before he finally came to his senses.

"These damned bastards! I'm going to kill them!"

After cursing a few times, he gradually calmed down. Saler was currently in China, and judging by the time it took, he should be back soon.

Musa is with America. We'll ask Musa later what America thinks. If America has no opinion, or doesn't speak up...

So, let the Sixth Middle East War begin!

Let war reignite on this land!
Having made up his mind, he sat on the messy sofa and waited for Salah's call, and for Musa's call.

More than an hour later, Sall called first:
"I'm back. Contact the airport, and we'll airlift the tanks directly to the Jordanian border!"

"Okay! Be safe!"

The two brothers didn't say much more. After explaining their purpose to each other, they hung up the phone. Upon receiving a message from Sal, Said immediately called Musa.

After making 11 consecutive calls, Musa finally got through on the 12th call.

As soon as the call connected, his slightly tired voice came through the phone:
“Sorry, America is playing dead, their Department of Defense is playing the bad cop, and their president is playing the good cop.”

"In short, they don't want to take action against Israel, nor do they want to control Israel."

In Said's view, such a response was both reasonable and unexpected.

The current America, their president seems to be a bit ill, completely disregarding the rules, or rather, they are rewriting the rules, slowly rewriting the rules that were previously formed through mutual compromise into rules that prioritize Israel.

It's perfectly normal for him to disagree.

Since that's the case, let's see who's the best. If anything goes wrong, don't blame us.

He hung up the phone and immediately called the industrial sector, demanding a reduction in oil production. At the same time, he demanded a 50% price increase for oil in Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea. He also demanded that all existing contracts be voided, oil already loaded be immediately seized, and the transport of oil without proper documentation be immediately halted.

After making a call to the industrial sector, he instructed the Deputy Minister of National Defense to issue orders for the entire armed forces to enter a state of combat readiness.

If Israel wants to fight, then let them fight!
Instructions were issued one by one, and the various departments that received the instructions carried out the orders as Saeed requested.

Soon, the entire country of Saudi Arabia was on edge, as if a fight was about to break out.

Saeed's decision to cut oil production and directly breach contracts with Europe, Japan, South Korea, and America has provoked unrest in Europe.

In European perception, America's fathers have always been England and France, because it was France that betrayed England, rendering England unable to control the colony of America and allowing America to gain independence. Proper English gentlemen have always considered themselves America's biological fathers.

But now, this unfilial son is actually making his own father use expensive oil.

Upon receiving the relevant information, the European Commission immediately organized a matchmaking team, which departed from Belgium and traveled to Saudi Arabia and America respectively, to prepare for a meeting between the two sides.

Of course, it wasn't really about sitting down and talking.

Instead, we need to ascertain America's attitude.

If America decides to kill Saudi Arabia, then they have no choice but to stand on the side of victory and let Saudi Arabia die.

If America's attitude is ambiguous, then they need to mediate and give everyone a way out.

In short, we should prepare for both possibilities.

They are busy coordinating, Saudi Arabia, and Sall is on the Saudi border, busy directing tanks.

The tanks have landed, and their personnel, with the help of the instruction manual, have activated all the relevant systems.

As for the tank drivers, they didn't use Saudis, but rather a group of mercenaries from Russia.

Because within Saudi Arabia, only this group of people have the highest level of tank driving skills.

Only they were able to quickly master these three new tanks.

These mercenaries from Russia lived up to Saller's expectations. After the translator explained the instruction manual to them, they began to figure out how to operate the tank.

In less than two hours, you can get the hang of it.

This efficiency is far greater than that of the Saudis themselves.

Once the crews of the three tanks were familiar with the operation, Salle called them over to him. Without offering any words of encouragement, he simply stepped aside, revealing the nine boxes of money behind him.

“Each box contains $100 million! This time, there’s a chance to get an armored vehicle or a tank, and $50.”

"Alright, I've finished speaking. You can take these boxes now!"

The nine men standing in front of the tank stared in disbelief at the nine crates containing $1 million...

That's a whopping $100 million!
100 million!
That's money they couldn't earn in a stable life!

After staring at the box for a while, none of the people stepped forward. The oldest-looking one took a step forward, raised his right fist, and gently tapped it against his chest.

“Mr. Saleh, it’s also in our files. If we die on the battlefield, please send the money to our families.”

"I can't guarantee anything else, but they won't get into Saudi Arabia until these three of our tanks are destroyed!"

After saying this, the man turned and walked toward the tank numbered 001. The others nodded to Saler, smiled, and climbed into the tank.

Inside tank 001, the gunner looked at the person sitting in the commander's seat and said with a smile:

"Sheryev, you looked really cool just now!"

Shereyev smiled, opened the map, took a can of iced cola from the refrigerator next to him, glanced at it disdainfully, opened it, poured the cola into his mouth, and then crushed the cola can with his right hand.
"Let's go. According to intelligence, those Israeli bastards have sent two tank battalions and one mechanized infantry battalion as the vanguard."

"There were a total of 44 tanks, 12 armored vehicles, more than 50 trucks, and about 1000 people."

“Although we only have three tanks, we brought a full 180 high-explosive shells. If the power shown in the video is not fake, then these 180 high-explosive shells are enough to defeat this lone force!”

"So we must be careful!"

"If we survive this battle, we will be legends in this world!"

"set off!"

Upon receiving Shereyev's order, the driver fastened his seatbelt and slammed his foot on the accelerator. The engine roared to life, propelling the tank across the desert with tremendous power.

"This speed is perfect, it feels great!"

"Slow down, those two tanks behind you can't keep up!"

"Let's rush over and fire all our artillery fire first, then come back. Those two tanks are too slow, so they'll get hit!"

As dusk fell, the three tanks charged toward the border and eventually disappeared into the vast desert.

On the other side, the sun had completely set, and the Israeli army, which had borrowed a route from Jordan, was slowly advancing along the desert, moving at a snail's pace.

In the ranks, a staff officer looked at Commander Abraham with a puzzled expression and asked, "Colonel, is this really necessary?"

“We can easily enter Saudi Arabia from the coastline of Kabala!”

Commander Abraham turned around and looked at the staff officer as if he were a fool:
"Tell me, how do you plan to deal with those Russians?"

A simple question stumped the advisor.

The Russian mercenaries stationed on the Kabala border are people that Saudi Arabia specifically recruited from Russia.

Most of these people came from the Russian army, and a small number came from Chechnya. Their fighting style can be described in one word: fearless and ruthless.

That's absolutely insane!
The staff officer had seen them before, but he had never seen anyone as crazy as them.

Should I let myself deal with them?

Then forget it!

Shaking his head, Can focused his attention on what lay ahead.

In early March, the deserts of the Arabian Peninsula experience significant temperature variations, with daytime temperatures reaching over 40 degrees Celsius and nighttime temperatures dropping below zero.

The temperature is very low, which is annoying.

After advancing a short distance, Commander Abraham ordered the troops to halt and instructed several staff officers to take out maps and check their current location against GPS coordinates.

Upon discovering that they had reached the Saudi border, Abraham looked at the empty border and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"These Arabs are useless. We've already told them the time and place of the attack, and they haven't even dared to send anyone over."

"I was thinking of defeating them head-on to make a great mark on my military career, but now it seems like that's all for naught!"

"These useless Arabs!"

"Once our army occupies Saudi Arabia, I will slaughter them all and show them that inferior bastards have no right to live in this world!"

After shouting his message, he waved his right hand forward, and the tank, which had been stopped, continued forward and entered Saudi territory.

(End of this chapter)