Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 199 An Ending
boom!
Aziz's body jolted, and the baton slipped from his hand.

A small hole appeared on his forehead, allowing light to pass through from both sides. A sniper bullet pierced his brain precisely, and his thoughts scattered in an instant.

His body went limp, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, no longer breathing.

"Shooting!"

Almost at the same moment the gunfire rang out, several light armored vehicles crashed through the outer wall of the garrison command post. The heavy machine guns on the roofs spewed out fierce fire, and the soldiers in the courtyard were torn apart by a hail of bullets before they could even react.

A high-explosive shell hit the wall of the headquarters building directly, causing people and horses to fall and bricks to fly everywhere in an instant.

When the garrison commander saw the large cannon barrel mounted on the tracks, his eyes widened: "A tank!?"

But before he could finish speaking, his body was riddled with bullets from a barrage of machine gun fire.

The attacking force was far superior to the city's garrison in combat strength. Not only was its firepower fierce, but its coordination was also extremely well-organized. The battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

All of this happened extremely quickly, like a flash of lightning. Prince Walid collapsed to the ground in a panic, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Warm blood flowed from the garrison commander's mangled body, gradually reaching his eyes.

Within a minute, the fighting stopped and the gunfire ceased abruptly.

There were no more city defense soldiers standing in the entire square.

"Father."

Prince Mohammed's eldest son, Nshum, strode over, holding a sniper rifle.

Even before the Damascus conflict, Enshium, under orders from Lu Lin, led a secret force back to Riyadh to protect Prince Muhammad. (Volume 4, Chapter 40, "Everyone Will Face Their Own Ending (Part 4)")
Only someone of his status could simultaneously command a loyal army and gain the trust of both sides.

Prince Muhammad looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, expressionless, and simply hummed softly.

Prince Walid raised his head, trembling, looking at the fallen garrison commander and the army that had surrounded him. His voice was filled with disbelief: "How is this possible? The army...aren't the army all at the front lines?"

Prince Muhammad did not answer, but calmly took off his black traditional clothes and put on a white, noble robe handed to him by his attendant.

Walid struggled to get up; his legs were weak at nearly seventy years old, but even though he posed no threat, the guns of more than a dozen soldiers were still firmly pointed at him.

"So you knew all along?"

Mohammed straightened his sleeves, glanced up at Walid, whose face was stained with blood and whose hair was disheveled, and replied, "I knew Hald's (garrison commander's) position beforehand, but Aziz... I only found out about it on the way here. He really hid it very well."

To be honest, I hadn't originally intended for this to go through all this trouble, but His Majesty persuaded me to stop.

Walid was stunned.

“Your biggest mistake was underestimating His Majesty Shams,” Muhammad said, beckoning.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in rags and covered in wounds was brought in.

However, Prince Walid looked at the man for a long time but still couldn't recognize him.

"This person is a Mossad agent."

Looking at the wretched Enakhim on the ground, Mohammed explained to Prince Walid: "In the past few months, he has orchestrated several espionage operations aimed at inciting internal strife and creating social unrest. More importantly, he infiltrated the royal medical team, not only attempting to harm His Majesty who is seriously injured, but also plotting to murder a powerful prince."

Walid was unsure of himself; he didn't understand what this person had to do with him.

It wasn't until Prince Mohammed revealed the other man's name: "According to his records, he also has another name: 'Ariel bin Walid bin Abdulaziz Al Saud'." (Volume 4, Chapter 41, "Everyone Will Face Their Own Ending (Part 5)")
Prince Walid's expression changed drastically upon hearing this: "No, how could he possibly be my son!?"

At this point, it no longer matters whether the child is biological or an imposter. As long as Muhammad is confident in saying it, he is confident in making it a fact.

Walid knew that whether he would survive today was uncertain, but in the future there would definitely be another "son of Mossad".

As he thought about this, a flash of insight struck him, and Walid suddenly realized why the other party had set up such a complicated scheme and patiently waited for him to fall into it.

Because he was not only the Crown Prince of Shuangzhi, but also the leader of the conservative faction.
Prince Walid's face turned deathly pale.

The opponent's goal is not only to overthrow me and take the throne, but also to take the opportunity to purge the entire conservative faction!
"You're crazy!!"

Walid staggered back a step, then shouted, "What you're doing is dragging the country into the abyss! You selfish madman! The nobles who hold powerful armies won't allow it, and neither will the Church!!"

Muhammad looked at him and said calmly, "Someone will get them to agree."

“You don’t mean to…” Prince Walid’s eyes widened, but before he could finish speaking, the soldiers had already taped his mouth shut.

Muhammad seemed too lazy to even glance at him again, and instructed Nshum, "Make it cleaner."

“Yes!” Enshium answered crisply.

Prince Mohammed got into the car, and the motorcade headed towards the royal palace.

At the same time, a military truck drove into the scene, and soldiers began clearing the bodies from the ground. Prince Walid was the first to be thrown into the truck, and then, one after another, cold corpses piled heavily on top of him, and darkness completely engulfed him.

As Prince Mohammed looked out the car window at the rapidly receding scenery, he recalled the conversation Shams had had with him on his sickbed:

[Brother, why are you so sure Walid will make a move?]

Because he was too old, according to the system of succession by brother, the throne should have been inherited by him after my death. Even if he only reigned for a few days, he would still die as king.

At that moment, Muhammad gazed at the gaunt-looking Shams, who seemed so weak that he barely had a breath left.

He couldn't bring himself to ask the last question; King Shams gently placed his hand on the back of his brother's hand.

【I'm tired, Moody. I'm just too tired.】 ————

Damascus, outside the Zion Command Post.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Bandar took the lead and quickly surrounded the command post with his soldiers.

As agreed, the remaining Zion defenders threw their weapons on the ground and raised their hands.

The underground door of the command post slowly opened, and Yukustov walked out step by step. His military uniform was still crisp, and he even had several medals symbolizing his war achievements pinned to his chest. He looked as if he had been completely renewed.

His gaze swept around, finally settling on Bandar: "You're Bandar?"

Bandar holstered his gun: "You're Yukustov?"

Yukustov continued his search and soon locked onto a young general surrounded by a crowd.

He walked towards Lu Lin and said, "I'm glad you kept your promise, Amir."

Seeing the soldiers behind Lu Lin approach with guns, he raised his hands and said, "Don't be nervous, I have already disarmed myself."

Nevertheless, Fahd and another soldier still went up to Yukustov without any hesitation and thoroughly searched him to make sure he was not carrying any concealed weapons.

Lu Lin nodded to him: "Congratulations, Yukustov. From today onwards, you can shed your Zion identity and start a new life."

Yukustov's face showed a complicated expression: "I would never have taken this step if it weren't a last resort. I am a soldier, and I have my professional ethics and sense of honor. But the prime minister in Tel Aviv has forced us to have no other choice."

He then sighed: "His orders to hunt down Arafat's men around the world and to drive Arabs from their ancestral homes with guns and cannons are crimes that no one with a conscience can accept."

Lu Lin looked at him with a half-smile: "So next, are you going to say that all those inhuman atrocities you committed in Damascus, such as the 'purge tactics,' and the civilians hanged from the streetlights... were all thanks to that prime minister?"

"I cannot deny this point, nor can I shirk my responsibility as the military commander."

Lieutenant General Yukustov's voice was heavy, then he changed the subject: "But the laws of war have always been such that the victors have the right to dominate the vanquished. I remember that when your army advanced into the plains of Galilee, it also massacred our people."

Just then, a huge roar came from afar, and more than a dozen Chinook helicopters belonging to the United Nations appeared on the horizon and slowly landed on the nearby open ground.

Lieutenant General Yukustov took a deep breath and turned to the Zion soldiers who had laid down their weapons and looked terrified.

This was probably his last address as General Zion. He straightened his back and shouted in as steady and powerful a voice as possible:

"Soldiers! Listen! Our battle is over! You have fulfilled your duty as soldiers and lived up to the oath you took!"

But to live requires even greater courage!

From this moment forward, you will embark on a new chapter in your lives! Do not fear the unknown ahead, nor shrink back from the shadows of the past! Hold your head high and live on!
This is the greatest responsibility you can take to yourselves and your families.

Lu Lin turned his head and gave Bandar a look.

Bandar immediately understood, raised his right hand without hesitation, and swung it down sharply.

The next moment, all the Zion soldiers around them opened fire, and bullets rained down on the unarmed Zion soldiers who had just seen a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Do not--!"

Yukustov was stunned.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell in droves in pools of blood, like wheat being cut down. Painful cries and desperate curses rang out briefly before quickly fading into silence. The pungent stench of blood instantly filled the air.

Within seconds, not a single Zion soldier remained standing in the square.

Lieutenant General Yukustov froze, then whirled around Lu Lin, his face trembling with rage: "You! How could you... how could you do this!! You promised!!!"

Lu Lin interrupted his roar, his voice cold: "Do you really think you can take away these soldiers whose hands are stained with the blood of Arabs? I originally wanted you to select a hundred people, so that you could personally point out the hundred most sinful scumbags and save me the trouble of screening them."

“But you promised me! You promised to guarantee their safety!” Yukustov almost roared.

Lu Lin shook his head. "When you get back, you can ask Ellandson properly. All I promised him was that you would leave Damascus alive."

"you--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Lin pulled out a sharp dagger. Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and kicked Yukustov hard in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel down with a thud, and then pressed him down firmly.

Facing Lieutenant General Yukustov's terrified gaze, Lu Lin pressed the dagger against his forehead: "Do you think that by shedding your nationality and becoming a witness, you can wash away your sins? Can you cover up the numerous crimes you committed in this city? Let me tell you, that's impossible!"

"what--!!!"

Yukustov let out a piercing scream as the knife tip pierced his skin, and blood gushed out instantly.

Lu Lin used a dagger to carve a bloody Zion emblem on his forehead.

Given the depth of the wound, even if it heals eventually, it will definitely leave a scar.

"You will live with this mark."

Lu Lin whispered in Yukustov's ear: "You'll never be able to shake off your Zion scumbag identity for the rest of your life!"

Yukustov, clutching his bleeding forehead, was escorted onto the plane. Before leaving, he shouted at Lu Lin, "I will report you to the United Nations and expose your actions! I definitely will!!"

Lu Lin casually tossed the dagger aside: "The Arab people don't care, and neither do I."

(End of this chapter)