Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 99 We Are United as One (Part 8)
Prince Mohammed was receiving a call from the front lines when the command post building was knocked on.

General Naif pushed open the door and bowed his head in a gesture of invitation. Immediately afterward, King Shams, dressed in a magnificent robe, entered.

Prince Muhammad put down the microphone and stood up: "Your Majesty."

“Calling me elder brother is fine,” King Shams asked with great interest. “Is there good news from my nephew’s side again?”

Since hearing that Prime Minister Albert of Zion was living at the front-line command post in Tel Aviv, many leaders of Arab countries have followed suit.

Just like King Shams, who has already made this place a new social venue.

After all, this is much more interesting than eating, drinking, and having fun at a banquet.

"Yes, brother."

Prince Mohammed replied, "Currently, on the Al-Iraq front, the Northern Expeditionary Force has broken through Zion's defensive line in Ghanam, and Amir is directing armored forces to clear out the remaining enemy forces in the city."

"Haha. It must be the military flag I bestowed that worked!" King Shams immediately beamed with joy. "Now I really want to see what kind of expression Jassim Khan has on his face!"

Shuangzhi and Al-Irag have a conflict over their religious systems. Although they are allies on the surface, they secretly wish to see each other suffer.

Then King Shams turned to General Naif beside him and said, "Tell me, what reward should I give my nephew this time? How about I give him the newly built cheetah park?"

General Naif coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, although Major General Amir's results are very encouraging, the matter is not yet settled."

Currently, the most noteworthy front for us is the Tabuk army within the Hashim territory.

"We should consider Major General Amir's reward later."

“Alright, alright.” King Shams winked, he just wanted to tease General Nayef: “Then we’ll talk about it after the war is over.”

Three days have passed since the start of the war, and the situation in the Arab countries is encouraging.

The Suez Canal is firmly under the control of Masr's army, and the Second Army is currently consolidating its positions on the east bank of the canal.

Meanwhile, the Surrian army on the northern front continued its fierce offensive, engaging Zion forces across the border and forcing them into a series of defeats.

With the addition of Al-Iraq on the eastern front, and Shuangzhi's northern expeditionary force cutting off the supply line to the Kikurk oil field, the situation seemed to be very favorable for the Arab countries.

"Let's celebrate our victory ahead of time!"

King Shams was in high spirits and called to his attendants, who immediately served him pomegranate juice that had been prepared beforehand. The king personally handed the juice, which was served in a silver bowl, to his most trusted brother and chief of staff.

"Drink this cup to the full!"

Prince Muhammad originally did not intend to drink, but seeing that General Nayef had already emptied his cup, he could not refuse his brother's enthusiasm, so he raised the silver bowl and drank the pomegranate juice in one gulp.

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Zion's defenses in Garnam City were growing weaker, and most of the garrison had retreated north of the Taino River to establish a defensive line.

“You can now go to the front lines for an inspection,” Ibrahim said.

Lu Lin asked curiously, "Haven't you always been against me going to the front lines?"

"That's because it was too dangerous before, but now that we've taken over the South City, the danger level is much lower."

Ibrahim added, "And the final charge is about to begin, so you, as the commander, strolling around in front will greatly boost morale."

At this stage of the war, both sides' soldiers were exhausted, and the final outcome often depended on their will to fight.

Ibrahim was well aware of Lu Lin's influence on this unit, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to play his part.

Actually, he still had some selfish motives. Although his major general was a rare military genius, how could he be called a real general if he had never been to the front line?

“I also support this suggestion,” Tamiya continued, “Although I don’t understand military affairs, I know one principle—”

Forty or fifty years ago, Shuangzhi was still a tribal society with a strong Bedouin tradition. Officers from noble tribes usually had the custom of leading the charge.

In fact, during the Yom Kippur War, Prince Abdullah (later King) personally drove a tank to attack the Golan Heights.

This can be considered a continuation of the lineage of the founding emperor.

Taimiye added, "As for safety, you don't need to worry at all. The guerrillas will clear the area beforehand to ensure there are no enemy ambushes, and I've also arranged for Yehena to protect you closely."

Lu Lin: "Then who will drive for me?" "Al-Hariya." Tamiya was prepared: "I heard he was your driver in Nukoshir before, so let him continue driving your tank."

"Ok."

Lu Lin was actually a little itchy inside.

With its own cheat and the radar girl, its safety is practically guaranteed.

Now that artillery command has temporarily ceased, personally going to the front lines to boost morale is indeed the most appropriate choice.

Fahd picked up the tattered military flag and asked, "Should I go wash it first?"

General Lu Lin's flag was unfurled, covered in traces of gunpowder and even bearing burn marks from bullet holes.

“No need,” he nodded with satisfaction. “This is fine as it is.”

He then walked out of the camp and saw Yehena and Al-Khali waiting for him. The latter stood up straight and saluted: "Major General!"

When Yehena saw him, she couldn't hide her smile.

Lu Lin shrugged and said, "Looks like the three of us are together again."

Al-Khali grinned as well.

He handed the flag to Al-Khali, "Help me hang it on the antenna so that every soldier who passes by can see this flag!"

“Yes!” Al-Khali responded loudly.

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The tank tracks crunched and groaned as they rolled over the broken pavement of Ghanam South.

A soldier who was resting saw the fluttering blue flag and nudged his comrade beside him with his elbow, "Colonel Bandar is here, get up!"

“I am not Bandar, Rafik and his ilk.”

The familiar voice made the machine gunner, who was crouching behind the sandbags, look up sharply. He first saw the military flag blackened by the artillery fire, and then noticed the young and upright figure standing in the tank command tower.

"Major General...!"

The machine gunner suddenly started stammering, and his water bottle clattered to the ground. The soldiers around him, whether sitting or lying down, jumped up as if they had been electrocuted, and some even failed to swallow the compressed biscuits in their mouths.

The entire street instantly erupted in excitement.

A sergeant with his face wrapped in bandages stood up, supporting himself with his rifle. Behind him, the maintenance crew, who were inspecting an armored vehicle, dropped their tools and raised their oil-stained hands to their temples without even wiping them.

Lu Lin raised his hand in return. He noticed the crooked and clumsy military flag pattern drawn in chalk on the hood of the armored vehicle that had been there recently. Some tanks even had strips of cloth tied to their gun barrels to imitate the colors of the military flag.

"Your Excellency, Major General!"

A guerrilla stumbled out of the rubble, nearly dropping the radio he was carrying.

The squad that rushed out behind him was all frantically brushing the plaster off their bodies, looking like a group of children who had suddenly discovered that their parents had come to inspect them.

The tanks continued to move forward, and more and more soldiers poked their heads out from their bunkers.

Some people rubbed their eyes in disbelief, while others began patting their companions on the shoulder.

Someone shouted, "Major General Amir is here!" and the shout quickly turned into cheers that spread like wildfire along the street.

Lu Lin simply gazed quietly at each face blackened by the flames of war; their eyes remained bright.

By the time the tanks had passed the last block, the entire front line had turned into a sea of ​​turmoil.

The soldiers spontaneously began to check their weapons and equipment, while many others raised their right fists toward the fluttering military flag.

Without any orders, all the resting troops began to move toward the assembly area, their fighting spirit still high, the roar of their engines filling the air.

At this moment, Lu Lin suddenly remembered a famous quote from a general of the United States Army: "The courage of one person is a spark, but the unity of millions is a prairie fire."

(End of this chapter)