Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 135 United Front Meeting (Part 1)

A few days later, the Arab United Front Conference, hosted by Shuangzhi, was held in the capital, Riyadh.

Since Masr was expelled from the Arab League, Shuangzhi has shown signs of succeeding Masr as the top leader in the Arab world.

Everyone has their own standard of judgment. Whether it's national wealth or military strength, Shuangzhi is undoubtedly the top Arab country right now.

In fact, after suffering two rounds of war, most Arab countries, such as Suriya and Masr, are burdened with heavy war debts.

Only Shuangzhi was not dragged down by the war; on the contrary, it embarked on a fast track of development because it connected with the United States.

It is worth mentioning Masr here. After the war, the relationship between Masr and Ant completely broke down.

The speed of this process astonished everyone.

At the height of the war, Zion forces outflanked and cut off the supply lines of Masr's Third Army. President Dureva urgently requested assistance from Ant, but was met with a series of evasive responses and refusal.

Duleva felt this was a betrayal, believing that Ant was simply waiting for a better price to go.

In his view, Masr was nothing more than a pawn in the game between the colonial empire and Ant, and Ant didn't care about their sovereignty and strategic goals at all, which disappointed him greatly.

Seeing the current situation of Shuangzhi, Duleva seemed to have seen a new path: to move closer to the United States camp.

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Before the meeting began, the Shuangzhi Royal Family arranged for the leaders and generals of various countries to visit the newly completed royal palace.

The convoy passed through a magnificent white marble archway, revealing a spectacular complex of Islamic-style buildings, with huge white domes and towering minarets gleaming in the sun.

The newly enthroned King Tarik of Hashim looked at this incredibly luxurious scene with shining eyes, his mouth practically watering.

I'm so poor, I'm terrified of being poor.

Commander Hafez of Surya stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the luxurious reliefs and crystal chandeliers in the palace, which were even more extravagant than what he had seen when he visited the Kremlin years ago.

He couldn't help but marvel at how Shuangzhi, the entire country, seemed to radiate an undisguised, soaring upward momentum.

Shuangzhi is demonstrating to them, in the most direct and raw way, the unimaginable power of wealth brought by the petrodollar.

Strangely, just three years ago, this country was known for its low profile among Arab nations.

And now, it's practically showing its full potential.

Soon, the group was led to an even more magnificent reception room. The air was filled with the rich aroma of ebony and coffee, and a huge crystal chandelier illuminated the room with a golden brilliance. The expensive Persian carpet almost swallowed all footsteps.

When they opened the door, they saw the young general talking quietly with his bodyguard.

Almost instantly, Lu Lin became the focus of everyone's attention.

The first to react was King Tarric, the new king of the Hashemite Kingdom.

His eyes suddenly lit up, like a fanboy meeting his idol. He quickly stepped forward and enthusiastically extended his hands: "General Amir, I've heard so much about you!"

Lu Lin shook hands with a smile, thinking to himself, "Who are you?"
Tariq realized he had been abrupt and quickly introduced himself, then said, "Your command in the Battle of Sumer was a textbook masterpiece! I have studied every single one of your tactical maneuvers, especially the urban warfare, and I always gain new insights from them."

His admiration was almost overflowing.

Lu Lin felt a little awkward because this guy wouldn't let go of his hand. Damn, are you gay?
Just then, a loud voice broke in, thick with a North African accent: "It's not just military! Brother, your feat of punching that senile old man Setis in the UN was what truly vented the anger of all Arabs! Well done!"

Joseph, dressed in a somewhat flamboyant military uniform, with thick black curly hair and a neat short mustache, was highly recognizable among the Arab leaders.

After the September Revolution last year, Joseph also officially assumed the position of leader of Lirvia.

He opened his arms to Lu Lin, as if to give him a hug.

Lu Lin finally found an opportunity to free his hand and shake hands with him, his smile unchanged—he couldn't show favoritism.

Joseph didn't mind, looking at Lu Lin with admiration in his eyes: "The Arab world needs tough guys and true geniuses like you! We get along so well!"

He spoke with great gusto, which made Taric, standing to the side, look somewhat embarrassed.

After all, that "senile old man" was his father.

But Tariq also remembered the purpose of his trip and took the opportunity to continue the conversation: "Muammar is right. My father did do something foolish. I have come here to correct his mistake and to implore you to restore the friendship between our Arab brothers."

Muammar is Joseph's nickname, though he also prefers to be called "Brother Leader," a title he created himself to indicate that he is neither president nor king.

"I will arrange for someone to discuss this matter with you in detail later."

Upon hearing this reply, Tarik's smile became much more genuine.

“When I attended the conference in Cairo before, I could tell you were extraordinary, young man.”

Commander Hafez of Suriya stepped forward and firmly grasped Lu Lin's hand, his voice so loud that everyone could hear it: "But to be honest, even I didn't expect you to be this strong. Not only did you demonstrate your command ability in this war, but in Sergiev Posad, the battle in which we joined forces to annihilate the 210th Division of Zion really set an example for the Arab world!"

His words were imbued with an undeniable pride.

Look, I won a battle too!
Lu Lin also sensed the underlying meaning in his words: the cooperation with Masil was a complete failure, but the change of partners made a difference, which means that the responsibility for the previous failure did not lie with Surria.

That's strange. So who should take the blame?
Other national leaders also greeted Lu Lin with great respect.

After the initial pleasantries, the atmosphere of the meeting gradually quieted down. The door to the reception room opened again, and Prince Mohammed entered, surrounded by members of the royal family and advisors.

"May peace be upon you," he said calmly to the leaders.

Other leaders also dared not be negligent and returned the greetings one after another.

Prince Muhammad walked straight to his son's side, and Lu Lin, understanding the situation, gave the main seat to the general.

“Brothers,” Prince Muhammad said bluntly, “we have just gone through a war, but the result has not met our expectations.”

He paused, looking over the crowd.

"This meeting is to understand why our soldiers keep sacrificing themselves, only to return empty-handed time and time again, and why our army, which has the weapons to fight against Zion, is unable to achieve victory at crucial moments."

I think Masr's experience should serve as a wake-up call for us.

He went straight to the most pointed question, and the room fell silent.

Everyone understands that Shuangzhi now needs to take on the role of a leader, starting to settle accounts with the past and plan for the future.

(End of this chapter)