Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 127 Triumphant Ceremony
During his few days of rest at the sanatorium, Lu Lin took the opportunity to catch up on the history lessons he had missed.

Besides the emergence of Marshal Rokosov on Ant's side, Japan also had a new five-star emperor he didn't recognize: Tom King.

This ruthless person completely destroyed Kudan-zaka and the shrine above it.

In this timeline of World War II, Japan surrendered not because it was hit by an atomic bomb, but because it was defeated by this five-star general.

This also prevented the Japanese Empire from portraying itself as a "victim" and from engaging in a series of outrageous and disgusting actions against others over the next six or seven decades.

Tom King, on the other hand, was a nemesis of the Japanese, suppressing them completely.

At the same time, for some unknown reason, the world has not yet developed a weapon of such extraordinary scale as the atomic bomb.

Yes, that's right. Although we don't know if the Russians or the United States have secretly researched this thing, it seems that the atomic bomb has been banned in this timeline.

However, this may not be a good thing for the Middle East, especially for Arab countries.

It's important to understand that in the previous timeline, a key reason why Zion was able to cease fire with the Arab countries was that the Russians, in order to support Masr, made a nuclear threat to Zion: "If the fire doesn't stop, we'll get an atomic bomb." The United States, fearing that the situation would escalate out of control, chose to force Zion to withdraw its troops and compromise.

Lu Lin tossed the controller of the Famicom aside and sighed.

Damn, I only have one arm that I can move, how am I supposed to play like this?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and Lu Lin's arm had begun to heal. After the doctor confirmed that there was no major risk of infection, he was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.

As he walked out of the sanatorium, he was taken aback to find that there were several security checks at the entrance.

Once outside, he discovered that the entire sanatorium was filled with fully armed soldiers. He even saw an armored vehicle disguised as a command post; anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was a military camp.

Upon seeing him emerge, many soldiers nodded or saluted him, their eyes filled with undisguised awe.

“I can understand the excessive security measures here,” Lu Lin whispered to Sultan, “but why are they looking at me like that?”

Sultan shrugged: "Some people say that of all the fronts in this war, the intensity of the street fighting in Jahannam was comparable to the Battle of Tsaritsyn during World War II. And as the commander of the Shuangzhi, you were practically fighting your way into Jahannam and then out of it."

He paused for a moment: "Now everyone says that you are an angel under Allah, and even death will avoid you."

Oh no, if this keeps spreading, will I really become Allah's human incarnation?

Lu Linzhuo felt that this couldn't go on. When he got back, he would have to ask Taimiye to curb this trend.

He did not stay in the United States for long. After saying goodbye to Ibrahim and Yehena, he boarded the plane for his return journey.

After a long journey of fourteen hours, Lu Lin finally returned to Riyadh, the capital of Shuangzhi.

As soon as he got off the plane, he saw Grand Mufti standing in the waiting area with a smile. The old man was dressed in an extremely luxurious and noble outfit today. When he saw him, he came over and took Lu Lin's arm in a friendly manner.

Lu Lin was slightly disgusted. If it were a beautiful woman, it would be fine, but why is an old man like you coming up here?

Before he could react, the church's photographers surrounded them and started snapping photos of the two of them.

Lu Lin: "What's going on?"

The Great Mufti winked at him: "Post-war propaganda, you know, to promote 'theocracy' and the correctness of our military and political reforms. You'll be busy today. There's also a triumphant ceremony waiting for you later."

Lu Lin protested: "I'm still a patient!"

Then he remembered, "Wait a minute, isn't Sergei still besieging the 210th Division? Isn't the war still going on?"

"Don't you know your uncle's temper?"

While striking a kind and friendly pose for the camera, the Mufti said helplessly, "His idea is to hold it once now, and then hold it again after the fighting over there is over."

Lu Lin clicked his tongue in amazement. Good heavens.

After this rough welcoming ceremony, he returned to the Four Directions Palace surrounded by church members.

The last time Lu Lin came here was for an award ceremony. Royal attendants led them to a large reception hall, where he was greeted by a vast array of people in white robes.

They were all members of the royal family, and his uncle was standing in the very center with a big smile on his face.

Upon seeing him, King Shams opened his arms as if to embrace the sun, and exclaimed joyfully, "Oh! Look! My fledgling has finally grown into a mighty eagle!"

Lu Lin bowed with his undamaged right hand, "Your Majesty."

“I’ve already said, there’s no need to be so formal among family,” King Shams said, calmly pulling Lu Lin away from the Great Mufti. “I told you from the beginning that entrusting the northern border region to you was no problem at all! With your abilities, you are more than capable of commanding a border region.”

The Great Mufti simply smiled to the side.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, King Shams coughed and then said loudly, "I have decided to promote you to lieutenant general and grant you the title of 'Sword of Sumer.' At the same time, I also plan to establish a new region west of the Euphrates River, named 'Nur,' and you will serve as its first governor."

His Majesty the King ordered his ceremonial sword to be brought, and at this moment Lu Lin had no choice but to kneel down.

The atmosphere had reached this point. King Shams took the ceremonial sword and placed it firmly on Lu Lin's shoulder, his expression solemn: "In the name of the Dual-Way Arab Kingdom and the guardians of the Two Holy Lands, I, Shams bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, hereby declare—"

"In view of the extraordinary courage and strategic talent displayed by Major General Amir ibn Mohammed ibn Abdulaziz Al Saud in the Battle of Sumer, who twice defeated the Zionist forces and won three victories."

The ceremonial sword accidentally grazed Lu Lin's wound, causing him to twitch slightly in pain.

"Bear with it for now," His Majesty the King said to him in a low voice, then resumed his solemn tone and finished reciting the rest of his lines.

But now, Lu Lin's mind began to recall the history lessons he had taken in middle school. Sumer actually meant the birthplace of civilization. "Nur" symbolizes light, implying that the defiled homeland of civilization has regained its purity, and this legitimacy was granted by the king of Shuangzhi.

No wonder King Shams was so happy. Expanding territory, protecting the country, and improving people's livelihoods are the three most important achievements of a monarch, and his uncle had already accomplished two and a half of them.

Such achievements are enough to leave a significant mark on Shuangzhi's history.

After the ceremony, Lu Lin clearly felt that the attitude of the people around him had changed. The way they looked at him was no longer with envy and jealousy, but with a sense of avoidance and respect for his sharp edge.

When he returned from Nukoshir, people thought he was just a lucky prince who had become a major general by virtue of his father's and the king's power.

But now everything is different.

He was the "Savior of Ghanam", the "Sword of Sumer", the "Hero of Arabia", and the "Eagle of the Desert". He was also the governor of two provinces and held half of the army in his hands.

He was not the general star described by Western media, but rather the most capable general in Arab countries in the true sense.

He doesn't need to rely on anyone's glory or status.
From now on, he will be his own support.

King Shams personally changed his epaulets and put on his sash, saying, "I'll have to trouble you a bit more later."

"Are there any other ceremonies after this?" Lu Lin asked, somewhat puzzled. He thought it would end there.

“Of course,” King Shams said proudly. “This victory is not only good news for Shuangzhi, but also a victory for the entire Arab world! Of course, it should be publicized widely!”

Lu Lin thought to himself, "So this old man is planning to pull off something big."

He was then taken to the square and met the Zion prisoners who had been brought back.

Several thousand people, all disheveled, were lined up in a square formation.

Most of these Zion soldiers were captured by Sergei, and standing at the front was Brigadier General Eugene—who was now the most prized possession of the Twins.

Frankly, this act of humiliating prisoners is not very ethical, because Zion has captured far more Arab prisoners!

But King Shams thought that since there were no prisoners of the Twin Wills, there was nothing more to be done.

What does it have to do with Shuangzhi that you arrested Masr's soldiers?

Lu Lin was helped onto a tall, white camel. The camel was very gentle and even lowered its head when it saw him.

Behind him followed an honor guard carrying blue banners, as well as other generals and ministers whose names he did not know, though the camels were all a size smaller than him.

Religious police and troops from within the city maintained order at the scene, and then the procession set off in a grand procession.

The people of Riyadh had already gathered around the square to witness this unprecedented event since the founding of the nation.

Looking at the vast crowd, Lu Lin suddenly remembered an ancient poem he had memorized: "Riding a horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."

Although he is now riding a camel.

Among the crowd were many UN journalists, who were undoubtedly invited by the royal family for publicity. He also spotted an old acquaintance, Armani Press.

The other person waved to him, wanting him to strike a pose.

Lu Lin thought it was a greeting, so he waved back. Unexpectedly, En Qidu suddenly flew down from the sky, flapped its wings, and landed on his raised forearm.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Press reporter instinctively pressed the shutter button.

And so, a young general, holding the reins in one hand and a majestic falcon in the other, led his army and a dense mass of prisoners of war past all the people.

Lu Lin saw his reflection shimmering in the pupils of the crowd.

It's unclear who first called out his name, but it gradually spread and eventually formed a massive wave of noise.

"Be careful, there might be an assassin."

Lu Lin recalled that Zion had carried out so many assassination attempts, all of which were accomplished in the chaos. He shook the silly bird in his hand and whispered, "Why don't you go up and scout it out?"

Enqi folded its wings and ignored its cowardly master.

Then it stretched its neck, raised its head, and tried to make itself look more upright.

(End of this chapter)