MTL - From Arms Dealer To King of War-Chapter 632 I promise……

  Chapter 632 I promise...

  P·B's ordinary soldiers, to be honest, their level is average...

  Because of the 300 Xiaohei who came this time, 200 were cooking soldiers recruited by Lao Niu for emergency training. They haven't even completed the first stage of training, so they line up fairly neatly.

  The real elites are those special forces, but these people are a little loose.

  The Kurds don't know what's going on, the only feeling they get from P·B is that their morale is too high!

  A simple slogan can make hundreds of people respond at the same time. This kind of cohesion and spirit is hardly seen in today's Middle East teams.

  The less than 500 Kurdish militiamen faced such a team, and they subconsciously began to move the whole team.

   Qiaojia did not urge them, but observed carefully, and he found that there were at least 150 female soldiers inside.

   After a crooked phalanx was barely formed, and when a large number of women and old people surrounded them, Qiaojia picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "You can temporarily settle down here..."

  Speaking of Choga, pointing to a large number of buildings in the air force base, he said with a smile: "I originally prepared things like tents, but now I don't need them.

  This will be a resting point for you. After a while, I will go north, and this will be a material transfer station.

  I'm not talking politely to you guys, I need help...

  Of course, other than the elderly and children, other people can also choose to stay.

   It is a material transfer station, of course there is a lot of work to do, if you are willing to work, I can pay you a salary. "

   After finishing speaking, Qiaojia paused, looked at Kurd who was looking at each other, and said with a smile: "Don't look at me with such eyes, P·B's early help to you is unconditional.

  That's the kindness of Princess Emina, Devil Bird, and Owl!

  If you think that I send you guns and equipment because I want you to fight for me, then you are wrong.

  I promised to help those who want to go back home, I promised to find a way to provide protection for these people.

  But my manpower is limited, so I will send you guns so that you can protect yourself. If possible, I hope you can also take care of my life...

  Iraq is too messy, I'm a little scared..."

  Joga’s words made the Kurds burst into laughter. They all knew that Boss Qiao was joking, but this joke eased their tension...

Choja deliberately paused for a while, until he noticed that a few Kurds seemed to want to talk, and then he said with a smile: "I can't always say it, if you have anything to say, or want to ask, just do it now." It can be said."

A young man with a beard was elected from the militia, he took off his hat and bowed subconsciously, and said: "Sir, we are very grateful for your help to us before, we all know that you airdropped for us Those materials are very valuable.

  We'd love to serve you, but sir, can we really go home? "

   Qiaojia looked at the man and said, "What's your name?"

  The young man said nervously, "My name is Adler, and I am..."

  Choga glanced at the women who were covering their mouths waiting for an answer. He waved his hand and said, "Adler, look at your compatriots. You should ask yourself, do you want to go home?"

  Adler turned his head and glanced at his companions, as well as those women with longing eyes, he nodded solemnly to Choga and said, "Yes, I want to go home.

  I miss my old house, I miss the stream, I miss the meadow..."

   Qiaojia nodded and said: "Then you should continue to miss, miss the beautiful girl, miss the warmth of the family, miss the joy of the festival, miss the joy of the harvest...

   Otherwise, I am worried that even if one day I send you back to your homeland, you won’t like that place full of broken walls, and you won’t have the confidence to rebuild your homeland.

   Man, you shouldn't be asking me 'Can I drive you home'.

  I can do it, and I can provide you with a certain degree of protection, but can you make up your mind to rebuild your homeland? "

  Adler heard this, and said excitedly: "Yes, we can, as long as there is no war, we can..."

  Joga looked at the crowd following Adler's nodding voice, he smiled and shook his head and said, "How can there be no war? Do you want me to keep sending people to face endless battles?

  You want me to send thousands of people to fight in that war-torn place, and help you rebuild your homeland at the same time? "

   Adler was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly said loudly: "Sir, we can fight by ourselves.

  Princess Emina once told us about your plan, and he said that you will build the end of the humanitarian passage in our hometown.

   Sir, with enough aid, we can fight, we can even protect you! "

  Joga listened, laughed, pointed at Adler and said with a smile: "That's right, this is what a Kurd said!

look at me!

  I will not spend the lives and time of thousands of my subordinates in your hometown for you.

  You are the Kurds who are good at fighting, and I believe that protecting your homeland will motivate you.

  You guys always lost in the past, for many reasons, but certainly not because you couldn't fight.

  I need you to listen to me. As long as we are of one mind, I can provide you with enough support and create a good external environment.

  We can build a village, a small town, or even a city during the war, and we can help more people who went to their homes because of the war.

   Some literati always say that there is no just war in this world.

   But I don't agree with this, I always tell my soldiers that we are fighting evil, I believe they are guardians of good and good.

  We follow the guidance of our conscience to fight!

  We fight for the happiness of ourselves and our family!

  We should be just!

  If only death can open the way to happiness, then we should fight!

   Until death! "

   While talking, Choga looked at the Kurdish militiamen who were fully mobilized, and said with a smile: "This is your battle, because it is your duty to protect your homeland.

but me…

look at me…

  You go north to Mosul with me and prove to me your ability and determination!

   Then I will go home with you, and I will help you rebuild your homeland!

  I don't expect you to trust me right away, but we have time...

   You can see how P·B treats friends, I will prove my credit to you.

  I promise, as long as your determination is still there, P·B will always stand by your side!

  I promise, as long as you prove your loyalty to me, you will always be the masters of your own homeland!

  I guarantee that as long as you can do the above two points, your homeland will always be there before everyone in P·B falls! "

  ………

  Steven sidestepped energy minister Ahmed and sided with Eric and Chris...

  Looking at the Kurdish militiamen who wanted to turn around and die to prove their determination, Steven touched his nose and said, "Is this Jackal always like this?

  He has magic? As far as I know he met those Kurds for the first time, why are they so fanatical? "

  Chris, as a person who knows all the inside information, said with emotion: "Because the jackal answered the prayers of those people in despair.

  He gave those people a hand when they were desperate, and asked nothing in return.

  My father once told me that giving ideals to the poor is dangerous, but giving hope to the hopeless creates great power.

  The Jackal made a loss-making business in Central Africa to a level that I can't understand. I think his big business in Iraq will continue this miracle. "

   While talking, Chris turned his head to look at Eric and Steven who were in deep thought, and said with a wry smile: "We are really stupid, we are always entangled in means, because the people who talk to us are representatives of power.

   And the jackal can always see the needs at the bottom. What does Iraq need?

  It is not the so-called political balance and economic interests of those politicians, but security, security without war, and all actions based on security can gain the support of many people

  The Jackal's eyes are always on the civilians, and our eyes are on the politicians.

  We ourselves are looking at things through the eyes of politicians, we feel that needy **** are easier to cooperate...

   But we have neglected that Iraq is not the United States, not Europe, or any major country. As long as there is a hard enough fist here, politicians who are disobedient or who cannot represent the public opinion at the bottom can be punched away.

  When the public opinion at the bottom is integrated, that force is unstoppable. They only want safety and then covet happiness. Anyone who stops them will be torn to pieces!

  The Jackal can find a point that everyone cares about every time, and then draw everyone's attention to a goal that everyone can accept.

  In Central Africa it is development, in Congo it is development and integration of resources, in Tobruk, Libya it is anti-terrorism, then in Iraq it is security...

  He will be so strong that he will sweep away a group of people unreasonably, and then use things like hope and honor to bind many people on board together.

  I finally understand a little bit now, but unfortunately there are some things that I can’t learn at all..."

  Salim, who had been standing behind Steven with no sense of presence, suddenly said, "Why? Why can't this model be replicated?"

  Chris said subconsciously: "Because we are all greedy!

  Many times it’s not that we don’t know what to do, but that we can’t balance the interests of most people, let alone restrain our own greed.

  Never have I seen a man curb his greed like a jackal!

  He is always asking for little, he is always giving, he is always giving people hope. "

  Steven nodded and said: "I saw with my own eyes how the jackal awakened the two cities in Libya. Compared with what he did, what he wanted was really very little!"

  Erik heard this, and suddenly pointed to those little blacks, and said: "The Jackal and those Central African soldiers who regard him as a god, they may be the cheapest and most loyal soldiers in the world.

  These soldiers for next to nothing built a tower and put their master on top.

  There is no company in this world that can do like P·B..."

  Salem realized that the three of them were not paying attention to him. He took a step back silently, looked at Boss Joe standing on the roof, and his eyes began to shine...

   "Really!!"

  (end of this chapter)