Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 15 Fake Tanks and Fake Soldiers

Since the arrival of the church's mission team, a day at the Nukoshir outpost has begun with morning prayers.

When Lu Lin learned that this prayer had to be performed five times a day, he began to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Guys!
This is wartime!

The people up north are practically spitting their brains out!
But when he saw even Ahmed respectfully prostrating his massive body on the prayer rug, he hesitated.

Even when he was in the toilet, he would immediately pull up his pants, take out his notebook, and start reading when it was time to pray, rain or shine.

If a ban is actually issued, Zion might mutini from within before they even attack.

Lu Lin's gaze unconsciously drifted to the striking red figure in the center of the crowd. Yehena, dressed in a deep red robe, stood out among the group of old men in white.

“Are there many girls like her in the church?” He nudged Khalid beside him with his elbow.

“Of course not many. Generally, only daughters of noble families can join, as well as ‘saintesses’ recommended by the common people.” Khalid said in a low voice, “They have a very high status, but they never marry. This is the first time I’ve seen such mysterious religious ‘scholars’ on the front lines. It seems that even the Church is feeling the pressure.”

Just as Lu Lin was about to say, "Yehena has a fiancé," he suddenly remembered the rumors circulating in the army about his "cowardice," so he quietly asked, "Have I... ever done anything shameful in the past?"

Khalid looked at him with a strange expression and muttered, "Amir, it seems your head really did break when you fell off the camel."

Lu Lin looked somewhat shocked; so it really did exist!
Seeing his expression, Khalid said with a hint of pity, "Have you forgotten how you got to this outpost? You started a camel duel and ended up losing your fiancée!"

Camel duels are somewhat similar to duels popular among European nobles, both being struggles waged by men to uphold their honor, with the loser losing both the collateral and their reputation.

Huh? Is that how it is?

Lu Lin never expected that the reason he came to the outpost was because he could no longer make a living back in his hometown. But what exactly did the original owner do to lose his fiancée?

Will this affect my ability to find a wife in the future?
He wanted to learn more details, but the prayer ended at that moment.

The soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon walked up to him and saluted: "Lieutenant Colonel, the radar just detected Zion fighter jets in the southern desert of Hashim, about 80 kilometers from the outpost."

"What! Why didn't you say so sooner!?"

Lu Lin jumped up in alarm and shouted, "Next time you have this kind of urgent intelligence, you must notify me immediately, or I'll shoot you!!"

The soldiers in the reconnaissance platoon trembled with fear.

"Major Bandar!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man not far away immediately ran over: "Sir!"

"Let the lads put on their United States uniforms and put all our achievements of the past two days out in the sun!"

Lu Lin grabbed Major Bandar's arm and headed towards the communications department, saying enthusiastically, "It's time to give the Zion pilots a crash course in Saxon listening comprehension!"

Tel Aviv, Zion Front Operations Command.

Major General Yeshavishin was pacing back and forth: "How is the 31st Armored Division doing? When will the armored reinforcements arrive at the front? What's the use of fighting fast if the logistics can't keep up with the front-line troops?"

"The 31st Division is currently resting in Arish. Half of the oil tankers have broken down on the road. Brigadier General Varti is preparing to set up a prisoner-of-war camp on the spot to house the prisoners of war from Masr. They say there are too many people and the barracks are almost full!" the staff officer replied.

"What about the 38th Division?"

"The 38th Division is currently in Alat, where it is encircling the 40th and 60th Armored Brigades of Hashim with the 84th Infantry Division. We just contacted Brigadier General Iv of the 84th Infantry Division, and he said that if he gave us 12 hours, the joint forces could take Ma'an."

Major General Yeshavishen walked up to the military map. The front lines were now widespread, with some countries like Hashim even having their front lines extended behind the capital.

Even so, the orders from the capital still made Major General Yesavishin feel somewhat urgent.

They were tasked with capturing Medina and Jeddah before the ceasefire, as these would serve as crucial leverage in post-war negotiations with Arab states. Medina holds a position in the religious heart of Islamic countries comparable to Jerusalem's in Christianity.

Furthermore, Tabernacle is a crucial oil export port for Shuangzhi to Africa, and Arab countries would be willing to pay a high price for these two cities.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Major General Yeshavishin waved his hand and said, "Tell Brigadier General Ger of the 38th Division to send an armored brigade to launch an attack on the Tabuk area of ​​Shuangzhi. I will give him full air support!"

"I'll go talk to the air force right now." The staff officer immediately started making phone calls.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Cohen of the 101st Squadron in Zion received an emergency order to depart from Hazar Air Base, lead his squadron on a temporary change of course, and begin an attack on military facilities within Zion.

Currently, the air defense forces of almost all Arab countries in the Middle East are paralyzed.

In this situation, Zion's air force is like a scythe, ruthlessly reaping targets on the ground.

"Cherish this opportunity; Shuangzhi might be the last safe haven." Lieutenant Cohen joked on the channel, "In another week, there won't be any more chances to earn military merit like this."

A burst of laughter immediately filled the channel.

As they approached the border between the two countries, a Saxon voice with a heavy accent crackled over the radio: "This is the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment of the United States. Your aircraft has entered a no-fly zone. Turn around immediately! Repeat, turn around immediately!"

Lieutenant Cohen asked, puzzled, "What are they talking about?"

“Uh, they said they were from the United States Armored Cavalry Regiment,” one of the members said. “Their accents don’t sound like they’re from the United Kingdom.”

Zion has many European immigrants, and Saxon is considered their second native language, although they don't use it much in daily life.

United States?
Lieutenant Cohen immediately became cautious. The relationship between the United States and the Cygnus was always ambiguous. He didn't give the order to fire, but instead said:

"Report to headquarters first and await further instructions."

"Signs of possible United States troops have been detected?"

Major General Yesavishin frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. "How is this possible? Why haven't we received any news?"

The staff officer handed over the freshly developed aerial photographs: "Sir, take a look at this."

Major General Yeshavishin leaned over to take a look, and the 101st Squadron took several photos of the outpost garrison, including the soldiers and tanks stationed there.

Although the photo was rather blurry, he still recognized the highly recognizable double-layered turret and the very conspicuous large white star on the front armor.

"M60?"

Major General Yeshavishin was immediately taken aback; this thing was a second-generation tank, just like the Chieftain!
Then he noticed the conspicuous tricolor camouflage wide-brimmed hats worn by the stationed soldiers.

Some even wandered around the base wearing tank tops.

The taste is so authentic.

Despite Zion's overwhelming dominance over other Arab nations, it is essentially nothing compared to the United States.

If the bombing of Dharran Airport was a risky move by Zion's leadership in a race against time, then the open attack on the United States forces stationed in Shuangzhi was a formal declaration of war against the United States.

Major General Yesavishin dared not take the bet; he was still waiting to return and be promoted to lieutenant general.

Major General Yeshavishin paced back and forth in the headquarters, his expression conflicted for a long time, before finally cursing, "Damn it," and picking up the radio:
"Notify the air force that this operation is canceled and they should return to their original routes!"

(End of this chapter)