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Ka Dazuo nodded, what Du Fei said seemed to make sense.

And his own thoughts on this war are actually quite complicated.

From an input-output perspective, Kadazou has invested a lot of money, and of course he hopes to wait until Syria and the coalition victory in January.

But in terms of his long-term plan, he does not hope that the three-nation coalition will win, but rather hopes that the coalition will suffer a disastrous defeat like the last Middle East war, which is more beneficial to him.

By then, Syria will be severely damaged and will lose its qualification to compete for leadership of the Arab world.

Since World War II, Albania has been the undisputed leader of the Arab world, and even Syria and Albania were merged for a period of time.

After Syria became independent, although its strength was not as strong as that of Syria, it occupied the center of the Arab world and always regarded itself as an important regional power.

Driven by Hafez, a large amount of resources were invested in military preparations, and he was ambitious.

Facing two opponents, no matter how arrogant Ka Dazuo was, he knew that he had little chance of winning.

But if the two countries fail again, he will have the opportunity to participate in the next step of the game.

Although Du Fei pointed out before that Ribia's demographic shortcomings meant that he was more suitable for development in the south.

As far as Colonel Kadzo is concerned, he still hopes to join the Arab world if possible.

…

At the same time, 1,700 kilometers east from Tripoli, we reached the capital, Cairo.

In a heavily guarded military camp on the outskirts of the city, a thin, dark-skinned old man was staring at the map on the table attentively.

Standing next to him was a tall officer, none other than Balak.

The old man is Sadat, who currently controls the highest authority in this ancient country spanning Asia and Africa.

Since Nasser's death, this burden has fallen on his shoulders.

There were only two people in the room, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Sadat suddenly asked about the situation on the front line.

In fact, he shouldn't ask his mother Balak this question, or in other words, he didn't really want the answer when he asked this question. He knew better than anyone else what the situation ahead was.

Mother Balak frowned, but had to answer, saying that the morale on the front line was not high, especially among the armored troops.

Sadat frowned.

Mother Balak said: "The Sulian tanks are too hot. We have a limited number of tanks equipped with air conditioners, so we have placed them in the most important position."

Sadat sighed: "This is not a very good time, you know, but we can't wait any longer. Now we need a war, regardless of victory or defeat. I once said that if we can win in Sinai

Taking back ten centimeters of land and standing firm without retreating can completely change the attitude of the East and the West towards us and change everything. Do you understand, Mother Barak! Since the defeat in 1967, we have been living in shame.

I have to end this, either win or admit defeat. This is not a joke, we have run out of time..."

Mother Balak didn't say anything. He knew that these words were not actually spoken to him, but to him by Sadat himself.

But one thing is true, this will be their last attempt.

If it wins, it will completely reverse everything, but if it fails, it will also completely lose its status as the leader of the Arab world.

A loser will not be able to sit on the high throne.

However, Barak's mother is not optimistic about the future personally.

As a soldier, he is very aware of the current situation. On paper, the strength of the Three Kingdoms Alliance is indeed greater than that of Youtai.

They have an army of 500,000, while Youtai's regular army only has 110,000, plus 200,000 reserves.

They have four thousand tanks, while the enemy only has more than two thousand.

They have more than a thousand fighter planes, and the enemy's number is only half.

However, this is nothing to say, because behind Yutai there is America, who has the most cutting-edge technology on the entire planet, the most powerful manufacturing industry, and the largest fleet and air force.

If the three-nation coalition cannot achieve a decisive victory in a short period of time, they will face unpredictable difficulties.

As the only superpower that can compete with America, Sulian still has an ambiguous attitude.

…

At the same time, from Cairo to Damascus, 600 kilometers northeast.

In this thousand-year-old city, in a modern villa, a barber dressed in military uniform was sitting on the sofa.

In front of the window next to him, a short middle-aged man wearing a silk pajamas looked out the window and smoked.

This man is Hafiz, Barber's brother.

At this time, the time to launch the attack has been determined, and even people like Sadat and Hafez are nervous.

In more than ten hours, there will be a battle that determines their future fate.

"Have they made arrangements for Basil and Basar?" Hafiz asked about his family's situation.

The hairdresser said: "Don't worry, there will be no problem." Those are his family members too.

Hafiz nodded, took a deep breath of cigarette, and slowly exhaled it on the glass in front of him.

Although his subordinates showed full confidence in front of him, Hafiz was not very sure in his heart. He knew exactly who the enemy he was facing was.

If it were just the more than one million Youtai people, they wouldn't be here today.

This problem doesn't even exist at all.

"Barber~" After a moment of silence, Hafez suddenly said in a deep voice: "You have to be prepared. If...I mean if the war situation is unfavorable, you must ensure the stability of Damascus. What I mean...do you understand?

!”

At the end of the sentence, Hafiz puffed out his cigarette and turned to look at his brother with cold and sinister eyes.

The hairdresser's heart trembled. They were brothers, so of course they understood each other.

He knew what his brother was worried about. Hafiz had just taken over the Guo family three years ago, and his power was not stable.

This is why Hafiz must strengthen his armaments and regain the Goland. He needs martial arts to inspire people and consolidate his position.

But in his opinion, the time is not yet ripe.

But there is nothing he can do. The so-called Three Kingdoms Allied Forces mainly focus on fighting, and he does not have much say.

Furthermore, given the current situation, the time will never be ripe, and you must take risks when it is time to take risks.

"Don't worry, my brother, I will never let those people take advantage of me." Barber vowed.

Hafeez nodded and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "We are different from Yuedan, and we are different from Sadat. The Yuedan royal family is the only existing bloodline of Prophet Mohammad. Their bloodline determines that no one can touch them. Sadat has never

He regards Pingji as his, and his ideas have never been the same as ours. Without Youtai, a common enemy, we would not be friends."

The barber pursed his lips and nodded solemnly: "Brother, the Assad family will rule this land forever."

…

Two hundred kilometers southwest of Damascus.

A simple office in a building in Telavi is the core of power in this special small country.

Behind the modern-style desk, a middle-aged woman frowned and looked at the soldier standing opposite the desk, and said expressionlessly: "Your Excellency Jiang Jun, I know all what you are saying, and I have been to Syria."

, Yuedan, they are all preparing to attack, I know this. What do you want me to do? "

The thin but sharp-eyed soldier said solemnly: "Madam, in the face of this situation, I think we must take more drastic measures, and strike preemptively when necessary! Otherwise, I cannot guarantee what will happen next. Madam, I remind you

You, we have no strategic depth, which means we don’t have any opportunity to make mistakes.”

This woman can reach this position in Youtai, which is obviously not an ordinary person.

Faced with the threat, he said expressionlessly: "Pre-emptive strike? Your Excellency Jiangjun, please don't say it so easily. Now we occupy Sinai and occupy the Grand Highlands. If we take the initiative to attack again, it will be aggression and provocation. Do you understand?"

?What do you want Wanshengtun to think at that time? Due to the pressure of public opinion, it will become more difficult for them to assist us."

The woman took a breath and continued: "Sir, you are a soldier, but I am not. I must consider the possible political consequences of doing so."

The soldier's cheek twitched twice, and he said with a tigerish face: "Madam, you will regret it!"

The woman was unmoved and said firmly: "No, Your Excellency Jiangjun, you have to understand that just like the previous times, the victory or defeat here never depends on us or Syria. The one who determines victory is Wanshengtun."

and Mosco.”

Hearing this, the soldier's face became even more ugly.

The woman turned a blind eye and continued: "No matter what, I must ensure the identity of our victim. This is the amulet we exchanged for millions of lives thirty years ago. We must not give up easily. Do you understand? What if in the future?
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