But when he said that, Long Yun felt that this kind of reminder was really meaningless.

Yes, even if they knew in advance that they would encounter a strong attack by the European Community, what could the volunteer pilots who flew the planes do, and did they really confront the "strong wind" head-on?

In this kind of confrontation, Long Yun doesn't need to make theoretical deductions, and he knows very well what the ending will be, so he can't lift his spirits:

"Alas, you said, things have evolved to this point, and the United Nations, the Security Council and nothing are in charge; If the war continues like this, I am not at all optimistic about the future of the New Party. ”

"Oh......? Well, yes,"

Hearing the complaints of his compatriots, Qi Hui, who was chewing chicken thighs, was a little disapproving, unlike Long Yun, who had just encountered a strong attack and was a little excited, he had a FIAF Mirage 2000 today, but he calmly gnawed the chicken thighs in his hands and put the bones aside, "Don't worry, Brother Long, they don't necessarily dare to do it." - Oh, even if they were to be arrogant and really start fighting in the Middle East, the Security Council would certainly not stand idly by; As for us, when the time comes, we will hide in the base with peace of mind to watch a fairy fight, and then continue to take off to fight and make money! ”

used an emotional tone, but the voice was not loud at all, Qi Hui finished saying his nonsensical thinking, and saw Long Yun, who was eating, looking at him with doubts on his face, so he continued to talk to himself:

"There's nothing strange about it. Brother Long, what do you think is the attitude of the Security Council, or the major powers of the world, towards these two civil wars in the Middle East?

Ah, yes. That's kind of interesting.

Feel relieved. As long as the new party power is in power, it will not be able to support it. Naturally, there will be a steady stream of foreign aid, and in short, the thugs of the Liberal Party will not be able to make the climate, even if they really hit Mosul and Damascus, it will be useless. No matter how hard the rabble of gods and gods jump up and down in the Middle East, as soon as the aircraft carrier battle groups of several major countries come and bombs are thrown on their heads, they will not kneel in minutes?

Engaging in those old clichés of poverty and luxury, cruelty and tyranny all day long, the Liberal Party is the grasshopper after the autumn. I can't die for a while, but it's almost there. ”

"Oh, it seems."

Hearing Qi Hui's optimistic analysis, Long Yun at first understood these words as "a bright future and a tortuous road", and it took him a while to figure out the true meaning of this strange man's words, "You mean...... Could it be that the Security Council, the major powers, their reason for passively waiting and watching is that they hope that this war will continue to be fought like this? ”

Hearing Long Yun's question, it seemed that he didn't think it was good to say this in the restaurant, Qi Hui looked at the left and right, and there were no people on the tables and chairs around him. Besides, the two of them were talking in Chinese, so he turned his head and put away his cynical expression. Slowly nodded to Long Yun.

"yes. Whether this war should continue or end, each country will choose the side that is most beneficial to itself, which is also very normal. As for which one is more favorable, war or peace, hehe......

Brother Long, what do you think? ”

……

At the base of Fort Charqat at the beginning of the moonlight, the conversation between two young men in the restaurant continues.

An hour west of the hinterland of Iraq, in Alexandria, Egypt, an hour later after the sun set, the sun was setting on the Mediterranean Sea, and an ocean-going freighter ready to berth at the port was slowly moving on the approach waterway, the huge hull of the ship cutting through the calm sea, leaving a shallow ripple trail near the port breakwater and the island of Pharos.

As the largest port in the Republic of Egypt, Alexandria is bustling with ships and shipping lanes in and out of the port every day.

This evening, however, the atmosphere around the harbor was different from usual; In order to welcome this cargo ship that had crossed the ocean, the gentle and open East Port Area of Alexandria had already imposed a partial martial law, and the desert camouflage M1A1 main battle tanks and covered off-road vehicles that arrived in the port area at noon were parked on the side of the concrete road where container trucks shuttled back and forth on weekdays, and the gun-wielding soldiers were divided into small teams to set up roadblocks around the port area and check all the people entering and leaving.

For the Republic of Egypt, or for the Arab League as a whole, the significance of the cargo ship "Rembrandt" arriving in Hong Kong today can be said to be very unusual.

"Woo――――――"

With a dull and melodious whistle, the huge gray-black hull of the "Rembrandt" slowly approached the wharf, and the high-horsepower tugboat guarding the side carefully assisted the freighter to adjust its course, and slowly let the wide ship with a displacement of tens of thousands of tons dock at the wharf.

Standing on the open-air deck of the "Rembrandt" more than 10 meters above the pier, holding on to the railing on the side of the ship and looking down, a man in a suit who had boarded the ship by helicopter in advance raised his arm and waved to the waiters on the pier.

Mansour Waleed, the Arab League commissioner in Egypt, the tall man in charge of coordinating the affairs of the Arab League, turned around after greeting him, first asked his entourage to prepare for the handover formalities, and did his best to call the liaison office to "take action", and then strode away from the side of the ship and shook hands with the men in camouflage uniforms who walked along the side of the deck:

"Ah, it's been a hard journey, General Harold Fisher; We are all honored to have you here. ”

"You're polite, Mr. Waleed," raised his hand to the commissioner who came over and saluted a neat military salute, Fisher shook Waleed's hand as he spoke, the U.S. Air Force Major General who came in the dust was still as unsmiling as ever, dressed in a neat camouflage uniform with brown messy hair, and his gray-blue eyes showed perseverance and decisiveness, "We have completed the delivery task smoothly, and the next affairs will be handled by you." ”

"Ah, yes, yes! Now that I'm busy with business, I look forward to seeing you again at the evening reception. ”

Smiling and saying goodbye to Rear Admiral Fisher and his entourage, the UH-60 helicopter with roaring engines flew off the deck tarmac, and the liaison personnel who remained on the ship were busy with the Egyptian military personnel who had just boarded the ship, coordinating the package unloading of the ship's cargo.

The cargo ship "Rembrandt," which had traveled all the way to the ports of the Middle East, was suddenly filled with so many military and political personnel, and it was obvious that the cargo on board was extraordinary, and in fact it was a series of weapons, equipment, supporting equipment, ammunition, and other military materials that had been agreed to be sold in the previous package of secret agreements.

After the freighter came to a standstill, the wharf, which had been quiet due to martial law, quickly became a busy scene.

With the "hum" sound of heavy machinery, several giant container cranes painted in red and white began to rumble back and forth, using a sky hook-like block to pick up containers of different colors and slowly place them on the container trucks parked under the cranes; At the same time, the ro-ro hatch of the freighter close to the ground of the wharf is also slowly opened, the wide and very steel rib reinforced hatch is gradually lowered to the near level, and the wide and narrow block track is mechanically laid between the hull and the wharf, forming a temporary passage connecting the cabin and the ground.

"Watch the speed of the pulley! - Hold the traction and wait for the teleportation command! ”

As the hatch opens, the slideway extends into place step by step, and the orange figure holding the walkie-talkie runs back and forth on both sides, coordinating a heavy tractor with a tall nose and an extraordinarily wide towing chassis to turn around and reverse, so that the chassis towed by the vehicle slowly retreats into the cabin; After a while, only an electric bell was heard, and the engine of the tractor roared again, and it drove smoothly away from the slideway, and there was already an additional behemoth on the towed chassis that was covered by a black curtain and faintly recognized as a fighter.

From the perspective of the staff standing on the ground, from the outline alone, it is natural to distinguish the model of fighter on the vehicle, only the obviously bulging front fuselage cockpit under the tent, and the tall camber and tail that are propped up.

However, even if it was strictly secrecy, when one tractor slowly drove away and the next one was ready to take place, the on-site staff still exchanged heads and guessed with each other, and after hearing the words of their colleagues, some people still showed a look of surprise on their faces.

As the unloading work continued, one fighter after another was loaded onto a tractor and left; In contrast to the fast container loading and unloading process, this process continues into the night, and every few minutes a heavy tractor slowly leaves the snow-lit East Port area and drives along a wide road cleared by martial law to Alexandria Air Force Base in the suburbs.

Witnessing the busy unloading of goods at the port from afar in the night, putting his hand on the edge of the door of the Mercedes-Benz E350 car, Mansour Waleed squinted, he groped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, turned his head to borrow a fire from his entourage, but remembered that the vicinity of the port belonged to a strictly non-smoking area, so he shrugged helplessly, and got into the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Let's go, Ymir; General Fisher and the other guests should be almost at the hotel by now. ”

"Yes, Mr. Waleed."

As the commissioner's full-time driver and guard, the alert-looking young man Ymir Mahmoud immediately drove on the road, but he was still a little curious, and on the way he couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Waleed, since the Americans have sold us fighter jets, and soon the whole world will know about such a thing, why do we need to keep it so secret?"

"Oh, you're right; It's just a habit. ”

Recalling his previous visits to the Rembrandt, Commissioner Mansour Waleed smiled at his clever and capable young man's assistant, but his mind was a little distracted. (To be continued......)