Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 217 Certificate of Surrender

International time, November 4th, 9:11 AM.

Zion Prime Minister Hilbert Maimonides addressed the international community from the Prime Minister's Office in Tel Aviv:

“I stand here today not only to defend myself, but also to defend the Zion government, to defend the heroes who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty, to defend the truth tainted by lies, and to defend the legitimacy of a sovereign nation in maintaining basic order in an extremely complex situation.”

I need to state here that everything you have heard from the International Court of Justice in The Hague in recent days is not true.

We express our deepest condolences for the tragedy that occurred in the Sabra neighborhood of Phoenicia, but the international community must understand that the root of the conflict in Phoenicia is a power and land struggle between the local Falange Party and the Liberation Organization of Arafat. Any accusation that attempts to ignore this fundamental background is irresponsible.

Secondly, the intervention of the Zion army was in response to the international community's call for peace, to separate the warring factions, and to provide humanitarian access for civilians.

However, due to the malicious misinterpretation by some people, we have been branded with the infamous label of "genocide," while the real "butchers" have gone unpunished.

As for Kustov, his behavior was despicable. A soldier captured on the battlefield should have upheld his integrity, but he chose betrayal for survival!
He betrayed his soldiers, betrayed his country, and betrayed the people who entrusted him with this duty! He was no longer a soldier; he was merely a talking puppet used by the enemy!
His testimony was fabricated under duress and bribery, and it lacked any credibility. Its sole purpose was to carry out a "moral murder" of Zion in the international arena!
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"Listen to this, what disgusting remarks. As a speech, it is terrible, and as a resignation letter from the prime minister, it is even more disgusting."

In an unassuming room on a street in Tel Aviv, Elijah Tamar, the leader of the Likud party, turned off the radio and took a deep breath.

Seated in the room, besides Elijah himself, were Zion's current Minister of Defense, Morda Rayan, Speaker of the House Lucas Halmer, and representatives from parties such as the Freedom Movement, the Freedom Center Party, and the Ram Party.

At this moment, Abraham Levy, a founding member of Likud, spoke up: "Hilbert was indeed a highly influential and decisive leader. In the early stages of his rule, he laid a solid foundation for our Zion, a fact that history will remember. However, we can no longer stand by and watch him continue to drag this nation toward an irreversible racial war and utter isolation!"

Everyone present nodded in agreement; the atmosphere was somber.

They are gathered here today to facilitate a decision that will fundamentally change Zion and the entire Middle East.

That is to initiate a vote of no confidence in parliament, leveraging the seats held by the Likud party and its allies, along with the defection of the Ram party, to swiftly impeach the prime minister.

They will strip Hilbert of all his powers and will not give him any opportunity to sign a self-amnesty, with the ultimate goal of transferring him to the International Court of Justice in The Hague.

If all goes well, Zion will see a bloodless transition of power within 24 hours.

Tamar turned his gaze to Commander Moda, and his attitude towards this Minister of Defense, who held military power, was still quite respectful: "Minister, have you prepared everything that needs to be done?"

Commander Moda took a deep drag on his cigar and nodded slowly: "As for Mossad, although Yitzhak Khofi will only be loyal to the person sitting in the prime minister's position, and I can't give him direct orders, I am fully aware of all the important instructions issued by Mossad. As for the General Staff Reconnaissance Team, Colonel Olmert, who is in charge of special operations in the Central Military District, is one of our men; he controls the rapid reaction forces around Tel Aviv. In addition, the 243rd Armored Brigade stationed outside the city is commanded by a former subordinate of mine."

Everything has been arranged.

Tamar nodded first, then asked, "What about Yeshavishin?"

Commander Moda smiled and said, "Yeshavesin is currently in the general headquarters, fully engaged in the standoff with the Arab coalition."

He paused for a moment: "Actually, you don't need to worry at all. Yeshavishin is a true soldier. At this critical juncture, he is the only commander-in-chief who cannot be replaced. His maintenance of the army's stability is our greatest support."

Upon hearing this answer, Tamar's tense body relaxed slightly.

Just then, a commotion could be faintly heard outside the window, and Tamar lifted a corner of the heavy curtain to look out.

He seemed to hear voices calling for an end to the war and the return of the land of Galilee.

At first, the sounds were scattered and intermittent, like raindrops falling occasionally before a downpour.

Some pedestrians stopped and looked around, while some residents opened their windows and leaned out to search for who was shouting loudly.

But soon they saw some Arafat workers wearing oil-stained overalls and holding signs.

The marchers came from the south of the city and the port, chanting slogans and holding up eye-catching bilingual signs.

The crowd gathered like raindrops, eventually forming streams on the street as they moved toward the Prime Minister's building.

The initially chaotic slogans were gradually filtered and unified, eventually coalescing into a clear and increasingly loud wave of sound that resounded over Tel Aviv in the early morning.

"We need food!"

"We want democracy!"

Elijah Tamar looked out the window at the surging, ever-growing wave of protests on the street, a complex, almost pitying expression on his face.

"Look,"

He murmured softly, as if talking to himself, "Even those who hate us are now supporting us."

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Tel Aviv, headquarters.

Yeshavishin stood in front of the huge military map, the clamor of slogans outside irritating him, so he went over and closed the window himself.

Tel Aviv police deployed a large force today, blocking off the city hall and several surrounding blocks, using riot shields and batons to create barriers and prevent any protesters from getting close.

He looked at the map, from Eilatna at the southernmost tip all the way to the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, and from the Sea of ​​Galilee all the way to Ashdod, the port of Tel Aviv.
This is Zion, a tiny place that has given birth to the most powerful nation in the entire Middle East.

But this place is still too small.

As small as another country coexisting with them, even two brothers in a family couldn't argue their way out of it.

The so-called "Promised Land" given by God, which should be flowing with miracles of milk and honey, is now a scene of devastation.
Jesavichen's attention was unusually scattered, and just then, his adjutant's voice pulled him back from his reverie.

Yesavishin didn't turn around. He paused for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Commander, urgent intelligence!"

The adjutant saluted first, then said in a serious tone, "There are signs of large-scale, organized military movements within Al-Ilag. According to the photos sent back by intelligence, the size of the enemy is close to that of an entire army group!"

Yeshavishin's heart sank. An army group was no small number: "Order the intelligence department to send out reconnaissance planes to continue to maintain the highest level of surveillance on Al-Ilag and keep track of all their movements."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant acknowledged the order and quickly left.

In response to this unprecedented crisis, Zion has mobilized its entire forces, which have now swelled to an unprecedented 600,000.

However, nearly half of them were untrained reservists, and the rest were hastily organized into seven army groups.

The First, Second, and Third Armies are deployed along the 200-kilometer-long Hashim River bank and around Jerusalem, forming the backbone of the defense against pressure from the eastern front.

The Fourth and Fifth Armies were positioned in Haifa and the northern region to defend against a possible surprise attack from Suriya. The Sixth and Seventh Armies were stationed in the Galilee Plain to prevent Amir's Arab allies from launching a surprise attack from Quneitra and striking Tel Aviv, which is less than 140 kilometers from the border and has virtually no strategic depth.

This army of 600,000 sounds terrifying, but in reality, it nearly exhausted almost all adult males in Zion between the ages of sixteen and forty.

Many of them have only received a few months or even a few weeks of military training, especially those in the reserve forces. In the face of a real armored onslaught, they would probably only be used to fill in the gaps, exchanging their lives for a negligible amount of time.

"Report!" Another communications soldier rushed in.

Yeshavishin: "Speak, what's going on now?"

"Intelligence indicates that the Shuangzhi army located in Quneitra is also showing unusual movements. The enemy's 1st and 4th Armored Divisions are moving towards Alma."

"Can our artillery reach them?"

The staff officer did a quick calculation and shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid that's a bit difficult, and once the enemy reacts, our artillery positions will be in trouble."

Yesavishin's brow furrowed even deeper; a series of emergencies made him realize that the situation was beginning to deteriorate rapidly.

After several months of recuperation, the Arabs have recovered, but war could break out at any time.

Taking a political turn under these circumstances is clearly a dangerous act—he must now halt Tamar's plans and issue a warning.

Thinking this through, Yeshavishin seemed to have made up his mind and said to his adjutant, "Help me contact..."

"Bang! Bang—!"

Several crisp, piercing gunshots suddenly rang out from the street outside the command post, interrupting his words.

Yeshavishin and all the officers in the command post almost reflexively crouched down with their heads in their hands, looking for cover.

After a moment of deathly silence, an even greater commotion erupted from the street outside the building—terrified screams, cries, wailing sirens, and a cacophony of other chaotic noises.

"what happened?!"

Yeshavishen stood up from behind the bunker and asked sternly.

Just then, the dedicated phone on his desk rang sharply. Without hesitation, Yeshavishen grabbed the receiver.

The report came from the other end: "I apologize for disturbing you, Your Excellency. Our police have just attempted to suppress the protesters. They were quite close to you, but please rest assured, everything is under control."

"damn it!"

Yeshavishin couldn't help but curse and slammed his fist hard on the table.

The sudden gunfire not only threw the city into chaos, but also nearly gave him a heart attack.

Just as he was burning with anger, the phone rang even more urgently and shrilly.

Yeshavishen forcibly suppressed his surging anger, grabbed the phone, and his tone returned to its cold stern: "This is headquarters, this is Yeshavishen."

But before he could finish speaking, a desperate voice came from the other end:

"It's terrible, Your Excellency! The 'Flint' line has been breached! Masr's army has crossed the Suez Canal and invaded the Sinai Peninsula!"

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“We have launched the surprise attack as agreed, Your Excellency Marshal…” Duleva’s voice came through the microphone.

"I have received your sincerity."

Lu Lin replied calmly, casting his gaze on the land about to be set ablaze: "Masr has set a good precedent for the Arab allies."

"Then it's up to you to see how you perform."

After saying that, Duleva hung up the phone.

"How's the situation on our hands?" Lu Lin turned to Ibrahim beside him.

Chief of the General Staff Ibrahim reported: "Currently, apart from Al-Iraq, the main forces of the other Arab allies have basically completed their assembly. Our main combat units include—the Northern Surya Front Army led by Commander Hafez; the Central Army and Expeditionary Force personally commanded by us; the Eastern Al-Iraq Front Army brought by Kozonie; and the Masr Group Army, which has just fired its first shot in the south. The total strength is expected to exceed 500,000."

Following the conclusion of the "Arab League Conference" a month ago, the Arab coalition forces have undergone an unprecedented expansion.

The size of the army group has expanded from one to five. (This did not previously include Surya and Masr, which has withdrawn from the Arab League.)

Among them, the Surya [Northern Front], as Ant's staunchest ally in the Middle East, completely replicates the Ant system in its warfare model. It has a complete military-industrial chain and, with its large population base, has rapidly recovered from the losses of previous wars in a short period of time, making it the absolute spearhead of the offensive.

Shuangzhi [Expeditionary Force], expanded from the elite troops personally trained by Lu Lin, is a well-equipped heavy combined arms army group that has undergone long-term development. Adopting the United States combat system, it is equipped with everything from field air defense to deep strikes, from armored group crushing to anti-tank hunting, making it the most modern and combat-effective force in the Allied forces.

Currently, the corps commander is Bandar, who has been promoted to lieutenant general.

The Central Army, personally commanded by Lu Lin in Quneitra, comprises forces from multiple countries including Lirvia, Algeria, and Hashim. While morale is high, the equipment, training, and tactical levels of these participating nations vary considerably, resulting in weak coordination. Therefore, Lu Lin treats it as a general reserve force, placing it under his direct control and only deploying it to the battlefield in critical situations.

Finally, there is the Al-Iraq [Eastern Front] – the exact strength and true combat capability of this army are still unknown. Although Kozone had previously expressed great confidence, its true strength will only be revealed on the battlefield.

In addition, the Allied forces possessed more than 800 fighter jets of various types, as well as hundreds of organized air defense missile units, vying for air superiority over the Levant.

On this relatively small battlefield, both sides will deploy over a million troops, with tens of thousands of tanks and armored vehicles forming an iron torrent. The outcome of this battle will directly impact the power structure and trajectory of the Middle East for decades to come.

Taymiyeh stepped forward, holding a sword and the Quran, his expression solemn and devout.

“Your Highness,” Taymiyeh began, “before the army, protected by God, embarks on its journey, please conduct the traditional ceremony in order to pray for…”

His words were abruptly interrupted by Lu Lin raising his hand.

Lu Lin's gaze swept over every pair of bright eyes in the command post, and he slowly spoke:

"I am victory."

He stepped forward, placed his hand on the communicator, and issued the order—a command destined to shake the world—to the entire Arab coalition:

"Send orders to all departments—"

"go ahead!"

(End of this chapter)