Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 195 Saints (Part Two)

What does a crowd of 800,000 angry people mean?
The massive flow of people swept through every street and alley of Damascus like a long river, shouting deafening slogans that could be heard clearly even from kilometers away.

Sporadic gunfire could be heard from within the city, but these shots quickly disappeared, the Zion defenders vanishing like grains of sand scattered into a torrent, swallowed up by the raging tide of the people.

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"He's admitted it! His Highness Amir has finally admitted it!!"

When all the Shuangzhi soldiers in the city heard Lu Lin say "in the name of the angel 'Gibrill'", they felt their blood boiling!

The Primarch, no, the Lieutenant General has finally admitted that he is the Lord's angel!

The Ulima's eyes blazed with fanaticism as they charged forward with reckless abandon, chanting things like "You are my witness" and "God," leading their fervent soldiers toward the enemy lines.

The Zion soldiers were stunned by this sudden and frenzied attack, and several city blocks were destroyed in an instant.

Upon hearing Lu Lin's words, the devout soldiers, including Al-Khali, burst into tears.

On the one hand, their faith was finally confirmed, and on the other hand, according to Islamic doctrine, even if Amir was the reincarnation of Jibril, claiming a divine status was a serious sin and would be condemned by God.

In their view, Lu Lin had no need to reveal his true identity, and that he did so entirely to sacrifice himself and ignite the flames of resistance.

"The lieutenant general just likes to do these things."

Bandar touched his balding head, looked at the scene before him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Only by being up close can you truly appreciate how awe-inspiring this scene is. Even sitting inside a tank, you can feel the sound penetrating the steel plates, as if the whole world is boiling over.

"Go and find out where the remaining Zion troops are assembled, and which areas have the largest concentration of troops," Bandar ordered.

The Zionians detached a division to block the Surrian forces outside the city. The Zionian forces remaining in the city consisted mostly of logistics and general staff reconnaissance teams. Unless they had tank or machine gun positions, they could easily be swallowed up by the enraged crowds and the ubiquitous guerrillas.

The adjutant nodded: "The Zion's armored forces are indeed not something that can be dealt with by anger alone, especially those flamethrower tanks that will cause heavy losses to the people in the city. It would be best if we took action to deal with them."

"That's one of the reasons, I suppose."

Bandar's eyes gleamed with anticipation: "But in the current situation, doesn't the fact that the more enemies gather in a certain area indicate where their headquarters are located?"

The adjutant suddenly realized: "You want to capture Lieutenant General Kustov of Zion before Commander Amir does!"

Bandar shrugged: "Anyway, he's going to be canonized after this battle, so he won't care about this little bit of credit."

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Betkin, north of Damascus.

Even from several kilometers away, Commander Hafez could hear the deafening shouts from inside the city.

He could clearly sense that the Zion defenders' firepower on the front line hesitated and became confused for a brief period.

Before him, Surya’s three most elite armored divisions, two heavy artillery brigades and one mechanized infantry division had all been deployed, and the steel torrent continued to assault the northern defenses of Damascus.

Their objective was not to storm Damascus, but rather, as Lu Lin instructed, to tie down the largest number of Zion defenders outside the city.

By this time, Commander Hafez had long since disregarded personal honor and disgrace.

Upon hearing that roar symbolizing liberation, Commander Hafez was momentarily dazed: "He succeeded."

For a moment, his heart was filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

Guilt, regret, and joy surged through him like a tide, ultimately giving him a sense of relief and ease.

The adjutant then handed Hafiz a transcript of Lu Lin's speech on the radio. After this man, who revered strength and an iron fist, read it word for word, he couldn't help but sigh. "What kind of great achievements can such a man accomplish?"

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When Lu Lin put down the microphone, he felt that everyone in the command center was looking at him strangely.

The Arab officers, in particular, seemed to have a gaze that could burn him through.

Ibrahim sighed first: "So you're not even going to act anymore, is that it?"

Lu Lin shrugged: "Everything is for victory."

Ibrahim can't even imagine how crazy the Shuangzhi soldiers in Damascus must have become.

As the chief of staff of the army group, he knew all too well how profound Lu Lin's influence was on this unit.

Now that he has acknowledged his identity as an angel, it's estimated that the soldiers below have also "promoted" him.

Lu Lin turned to look at Taimiye: "Will what I said break any laws?"

"Theoretically, yes."

Taimiye placed one hand on her chest: "But now, what you're saying is just theory."

In a sense, Thamel was right; angels speak the word of God, and their words can be directly recorded in religious law.

Ibrahim's face darkened.

You sycophant!
Although the UN envoy Jan Elandersen was unclear about what had happened, he sensed that Lu Lin must have done something extraordinary.

Lu Lin switched to the eagle's perspective again. As a large number of civilians began to fight back, the number of Zion defenders in the city was decreasing.

Although some troops still put up a stubborn resistance, the overall situation has been largely settled.

At this moment, Colonel Tamim of the reconnaissance brigade came to report: "Reporting to the commander, the western Damascus city and Saladin region have been basically cleared!"

Lu Lin thought for a moment and decided that he didn't need to stay at the headquarters any longer, so he said to Ibrahim, "You stay here and are in charge of defending Mengju against the 38th Division's attack from Zion. I'm going to Damascus."

Ibrahim said irritably, "Go ahead, go ahead, let me do all the dirty and hard work!"

"Don't worry," Lu Lin reassured him, "I'll find a UN Chinook transport helicopter to serve as a mobile command center. It's equipped with a radio, so we can contact each other anytime if anything happens."

The dozen or so Chinooks borrowed from the United Nations performed exceptionally well throughout the campaign, with none being shot down.

Zion's army lacked experience in combating helicopters and could only watch helplessly.

Taimi stepped forward: "Please let me accompany you."

Lu Lin asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of getting airsick?"

Taimiye shook her head: "I'm more afraid of missing the opportunity to keep up with you."

"Please take me with you, Lieutenant General."

UN journalist Press bravely declared, "I will document the entire process of the liberation of Damascus with my photographs!"

Lu Lin nodded: "Then let's come together."

Then, accompanied by the roar of the helicopter's rotors, the helicopter took off from Quneitra and headed towards Damascus.

(End of this chapter)