Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 28 "Until Complete Victory"

"Lieutenant Colonel, you must undergo a full medical examination!"

After the battle, Major Bandar insisted on taking Lu Lin for a physical examination, and his towering physique made the latter give up any thought of struggling.

Because there was no proper clinic at the outpost, they could only set up a temporary tent. Medics hurried back and forth, and blue plastic buckets were filled with blood-stained gauze.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but the scene of severed hands and feet that Lu Lin had imagined did not appear, because the seriously wounded had been sent to the rear for treatment as soon as possible. The rest were just those with minor injuries, lying on stretchers groaning after the anesthesia wore off.

This gave Lu Lin a slight sense of relief, but the thought of the nearly half-empty outpost made his heart heavy again.

Among the wounded, he also saw a familiar face: Fahd, who had driven for him. The young man, with one arm in a sling, saw the lieutenant colonel, jumped up, and saluted him: "Lieutenant Colonel!"

His shout only made things worse. Everyone in the tent turned around, including the medical staff and even the patients lying on the ground. Anyone who could stand up jumped up immediately.

Fahd grinned foolishly, and Lu Lin teased him, "What's got you so happy? Did you blow up a tank and are you waiting for me to award you a medal?"

“Lieutenant Colonel,” Fahad’s smile faded slightly as he pulled out a notebook and handed it to Lu Lin, “Please take a look at this.”

The latter opened it with some doubt and found it covered with names.

Arab names are already long, and with the hasty writing, the handwriting on the notebook looked like it was crawled by a dog.

Lu Lin was initially confused, but when he saw the name "Ahmed bin Ibrahim Qahtani," the smile on his lips vanished.

He stared at the names in the notebook and understood everything.

“Before we set off, we each left our names on it. When Lieutenant Baksh handed me the notebook, he said that my vehicle was the only one that had returned intact from the battlefield.”

Fahd looked slightly sad: "Although no one else has asked for it, I think I should still bring it over for you to see."

Lu Lin closed his eyes. It was the sacrifice of these people that saved him from the battlefield.

Most of them were refugees fleeing from war, suffering deep and unhealed wounds inflicted upon them by the Zionians. That's why they were willing to shed their blood to pave a path to survival for the general who avenged them.

The notebook in his hand is probably the only proof that these respectable people ever existed.

A thought suddenly occurred to Lu Lin, and he remembered a quote from Eisenhower. He modified it slightly and blurted out: "Allah's gaze is upon you, and the hopes and prayers of those who love freedom are with you."

Everyone present was solemn, carefully considering the meaning behind these words.

He continued, "Our victory over the Zionists was not the achievement of any one person, nor the outstanding performance of any one company, but the result of our unity and fighting side by side."

But as the commander of the Nukshir outpost, I thank them, and I thank you for the sacrifices you made in this battle.”

He dared not make any promises lightly, for the debt of gratitude was too heavy, and he already knew the answer to the best way to repay it.

That is to liberate all the occupied territories of Arab countries, push the war back into Zion, and plant the military flag on the Prime Minister's building in Tel Aviv.

But now is not the time, and he doesn't have the ability.

He carefully tucked the notebook into the inner pocket, as if he had made up his mind.

At this moment, the medic spoke up: "Alright, everyone stop standing here, Lieutenant Colonel, come over and check on them. There are other soldiers lined up behind you!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Lin quickly went over and sat down obediently.

In those days, medical care in Shuangzhi was relatively scarce. Most military doctors were elders from the tribes or folk healers, their skills passed down through generations. Their diagnostic methods were similar to those of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Seris. After observing his complexion, tongue coating, and the whites of his eyes, and feeling his pulse, the medic nodded in satisfaction: "Don't worry, Lieutenant Colonel, you're in good health!"

"I told you I was fine, I've been inside the tank the whole time." Lu Lin shrugged. "You still insisted I check!"

Major Bandar wasn't so arrogant anymore, at least not after hearing that Lu Lin had personally destroyed eighteen tanks. The big man rubbed his hands and smiled, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

Lu Lin was about to say something more when his fingers inadvertently touched the small notebook inside the lining.

Those crooked names seemed to burn his fingertips through the fabric. He suddenly remembered the expectation in the refugees' eyes when they looked at him that day, and the first shovel the old man picked up.

Just then, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon were waiting outside the tent for a physical examination. As soon as Lu Lin came out, he ran into the platoon leader, Tamim.

The officer, with his regular features and deep, sharp eyes, shouted almost reflexively, "The lieutenant colonel is here! Stand at attention!"

With a "whoosh," all the soldiers instantly formed two rows, like two walls that had suddenly been erected.

Upon hearing the call, the other troops on the square sprang into action, and amidst the rising and falling commands, companies quickly assembled.

Lu Lin instinctively wanted to wave his hand to refuse, but when he saw the soldiers' tense jawlines and the freshly dried mud and bloodstains on their uniforms, the refusals that were on the tip of his tongue suddenly got stuck in his throat.

His hand paused in mid-air for a moment, then slowly lowered itself.

While the fire in his chest was still burning, he felt he should say something now.

"Lieutenant Colonel, say something to everyone. I think it can improve the cohesion and morale of the troops," Major Bandar said in a low voice.

Lu Lin thought the same thing, so he strode forward, stood in the middle of the square, faced all the soldiers, and shouted once again:

"Soldiers! We have defeated Zion!"

Today, the armored onslaught of Zion has halted here, for it has encountered something harder than steel: our fighting spirit!

As it turns out, as long as we each perform our duties, the soldiers obey orders and dare to fight, and the generals lead the charge and make good use of tactics, we can defeat the seemingly powerful Zion army!

He pulled a small notebook from his pocket and held it up high: "Each of these names represents a choice."

Some chose to hold their ground amidst gunfire; some chose to fight against steel with their flesh and blood; some chose to become a defensive line that the enemy feared.

The reason they made this choice was not for a few bunkers, but for the millions of people behind us, so that our compatriots would no longer suffer the slaughter of the Zion scum!

Yes, for these things we cherish.
We can fight the Zionites for ten, fifty, or even a hundred years!

Even if we shed our blood on this land, even if our heads are crushed by the tracks, we still have sons, and our sons have grandsons. No matter how many generations of blood we shed, we will drive the invaders out of our land completely!

Even though the enemy outnumbered us, even though we were surrounded,
We dare to fight to the last man!

Until complete victory! For freedom, for Allah!!

The final "For Allah" was added by Lu Lin, and to be honest, he seemed a little unsure of himself, yet his speech received a deafening response from everyone:
"For freedom! For Allah!"

After saying these words, Lu Lin felt a sense of relief throughout his body. He finally found a reason for his fighting these past few days: to fight for the unarmed and weak, to fight against the evil invaders, and to fight for the freedom and justice in his heart.

Hearing the deafening shouts, he felt even more certain that his belief was correct.

(End of this chapter)