I want to be a warlord

Chapter 203 Wang is ashamed to be with him!
Samarra, an ancient city, briefly served as the capital of YSL and is a world cultural heritage.

Located 125 kilometers northwest of the capital Baghdad, on the east bank of the Tigris River, with a population of 30.

The Great Mosque of Samarra is one of the largest mosques in the YSL world.

The Spiral Pyramid of Samarra is more than 50 meters high and has a unique shape. It combines the architectural style of the Assyrian temple tower and is the minaret of the Great Friday Mosque.

Although the Aziz family's influence here is not the greatest, it can still be ranked in the middle. The Aziz family is optimistic about the model of the Democratic Peace Party, so it happened that Tariq Aziz joined.

Of course, the big family will definitely not do things according to the will of Feisal, a pariah. They have their own set of things, and they must first protect their own interests!

This time Feisal deliberately made a big fanfare, and he had already started promoting it when he decided to come here to hold a party meeting.

Without publicity, where does the influence come from!

The venue for the meeting was also decided early, and the Aziz family was ready to provide it, but Feisal rejected it.

He knew exactly what he was thinking, so he dared to go up and deliver it. Therefore, the place was re-rented by the party, and the place was in a four-star hotel not far from the Spiral Pyramid.

Meetings, accommodation, etc. can all be settled at once.

When they arrived near the hotel, the convoy stopped early, and a security team of 200 people got off the vehicle and began to line up under the command of donkeys and shrapnel.

Following an order, 200 people wore uniform military uniforms, carried AKMs, and walked toward the hotel gate with neat steps.

The leather boots stomped heavily on the asphalt road, making "pop", "pop", "pop" and "pop" sounds. Among other things, just the orderly footsteps and formation, the momentum is completely different.

Whether it was the heads of various parties within the Democratic Peace Party, or some people from Samarra City who came to watch the ceremony, they were a little shocked by this scene.

In the current Iraq, the government's National Defense Forces cannot be said to be loose, it can only be said to have no rules.

In a non-sovereign country, the soldiers have no sense of honor. Corruption is rampant in the country and wars continue. The army is divided into dozens of factions. The training time is short. Most of them are for the battlefield. No one pays attention to the appearance of the military.

Now the Iraqi army is almost the same as the warlords of the Republic of China, no, it is not as good as the big warlords, it can only be those small local warlords.

The last time I saw such a majestic and neat queue was the last time...

Cough cough, in the era of silly big wood.

After all, at that time, the sovereignty was complete and the regime was unified. Iraq was a powerful country in the entire Middle East and the entire Arab world, and it was normal for the army to have momentum.

Now the 200 people in Feisal's hands can have this momentum, that's because they have spent a lot of money. The investment in training and clothing alone can rearm the same number of troops!
In addition, the ideological arming against terrorism and the ideal of making Iraq great again have severely brainwashed... Ahem, it is only natural to arm yourself mentally.

200 people stood in front of the hotel gate. Amid the sound of the donkey's password, they separated from the left and right to make a long passage. Everyone stood straight on the pole, holding steel guns, and all they had to do was write Elite on their foreheads. Two words.

The members of the Aziz family who were at the gate of the hotel, acting as if they were the host, were preparing to welcome Faisal, an outsider, but they had to roll down the gate in despair and didn't stop until they were on the road.

Otherwise, you can't really touch these menacing soldiers, can you?

They are all aristocrats, their status is so noble, if they are accidentally injured and die, who will it be?
Well, just dare not!
Faisal didn't get out of the car until the queuing here was over and the Aziz family and the people from the Democratic Peace Party in Samarra gathered on the highway.

Surrounded by a group of colleagues in the party and escorted by a team of bodyguards, he walked towards the hotel gate.

Feisal at this moment is the focus of everyone, gathering everyone's attention, is the center of the world, every move can attract everyone's attention!
Walk with wind!
"Good guy, Feisal, it's different!" Inside the Hummer, Wang Zhen looked over with the eyes of an old father.

A year ago, Faisal was still a penniless congressman who was forcibly pushed into power by the United States, and the Democratic Peace Party had only three or five rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

A year later, Faisal was already a well-known big shot in Iraq, and he was a thorn in the side of Ace, and he took an army of more than 200 people to protect the big shot when he went out.

The Democratic Peace Party has also become one of the top 20 major parties in Iraq, with huge influence. Many people in the party serve in the Baghdad government, and they have also extended a lot of roots in the local area. The future prospects are limitless.

And all of this is due to him, the mastermind behind the scenes... Bah, the mastermind behind the scenes!

Of course, Wang Zhen is a low-key person, he does not pursue fame and fortune and those hypocritical things, and everything is for the Iraqi people, so he will not hide his name or participate in it.

This was also the reason why Feisal trusted Wang Zhen so much.

"It's different." The poet also said with emotion, "I just don't know whether his radiance is fleeting like a shooting star, or it can shine on Iraq like the sun."

"Who knows." Wang Zhen leaned back on the seat with a 'slap', "I've tried my best to help him, and to what extent I can do it is not up to me."

In the front, Faisal shook hands with Tariq Aziz cordially, exchanged greetings and compliments, and shook hands with local party members one by one under the introduction of Tariq Aziz, and finally talked with the Aziz family and People from other families who came to watch the ceremony met and greeted each other.

After a process was completed, Faisal took the lead, Tariq Aziz was one body behind, and a group of 200 soldiers walked through the formation.

At this moment, everyone's feelings are completely different.

Faisal was full of confidence, with his head held high and his heart surging.

Tariq Aziz frowned slightly, feeling oppressed and heavy. He wanted to replace it, but now it seems that it is very difficult!
Americans support this guy!
In their view, this is all the credit of the Americans. Didn't they see that the two leaders were American soldiers?

Wearing a mask, Wang Zhen followed in the team: Yes, yes, they were all done by American ghosts and animals. What does it have to do with Wang Zhen!
As for people from other families, it feels very novel. It is worth investing in Feisal and the Democratic Peace Party to take a higher look!

A group of people entered the hotel, stayed in the lobby for a while, and went down to the arranged meeting room under the leadership of the staff.

Later, under the command of the donkey, 40 people were left at the hotel entrance, and the others lined up in the hotel lobby and the corridor outside the meeting room.

According to Wang Zhen's request, the momentum must be full!

It was said that it was a meeting of the Democratic Peace Party, but it was actually for publicity. Therefore, the door of the meeting room was left open, and people from families like Samarra could enter as long as they were willing to attend.

Even the soldiers standing in the corridor could hear clearly.

"It has been four years since I founded the Democratic Peace Party!" Faisal stood on the rostrum and said in a low voice: "We overthrew the dictatorship, but the Iraqi people did not live a happy life because of it. Because of the ambitions of some people and organizations, Iraq has been plunged into long-term civil strife, which makes me sad!"

"I hope that Iraq can enter the era of real democracy and peace. Therefore, I founded the Democratic Peace Party, and there are so many like-minded people fighting for this idea with me..."

"Our current task is to push back the reign of terror of Ace Ace, drive this cancer out of our land, and free our people. Therefore, we put forward the slogan of 'Five Strong', hoping to help people live The Iraqi people under the reign of terror of Ace Ace use this to arm themselves and fight Ace Ace to the end!"

"Here, I would like to express my heartfelt compliments to Mr. Tariq Aziz. In the past six months, Mr. Tariq Aziz has vigorously promoted the slogan of the Five Strongs in Samarra, making this slogan deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and making it More people are arming themselves with the slogan of the Five Strongs, building a wall of thought in Samarra that makes Ace Ace sigh, and firmly resisting these evil guys..."

"Let us applaud Mr. Tariq Aziz for his achievements and glory!"

"Clap clap clap..."

There was warm applause at the scene, Tariq Aziz walked to the stage, stood straight in front of Faisal, and Faisal gave him a gold medal.

It was designed and manufactured several days in advance, what a mess, old glory!
The applause lasted for a full minute, until it subsided slowly, Feisal continued: "The future is bright, but the road is tortuous. Although we have achieved a small stage of results, there are still thousands of compatriots. Brothers are living in dire straits of terror, and they have been praying to God to send his emissaries to rescue them from the abyss."

Hearing this, Tariq Aziz didn't feel any problem, and stood behind Feisal with a smile, waiting for his turn to speak alone, most of his thoughts were on recalling the speech he had prepared before superior.

On the contrary, the patriarch of the Aziz family gradually frowned when he heard this. This is a bit too much to say.

Faisal continued with a heavy face: "Mr. Tariq Aziz, the most outstanding and most capable person in the Democratic Peace Party, only he can take on this huge responsibility and uphold the divine responsibility. will to deliver his people."

As he spoke, Feisal took a step back and pointed at Tariq Aziz. At the scene, everyone's eyes were on Tariq Aziz.

Tariq Aziz: No, wait, what's going on?
In the audience, the patriarch of the Aziz family looked ugly, Feisal, you are so fucking vicious, this is putting Tariq on fire!

Outside the door, Donkey and the others looked at Wang Zhen.

"Fake, no wonder you brought so many soldiers and asked us to protect you. Wang, you are really bad. You are sending someone's child to death in front of their parents!" Donkey whispered in the channel.

"I didn't, it wasn't me, don't talk nonsense!" Wang Zhen came up and denied Sanlian, "It's an internal matter of their National Peace Party, and it has nothing to do with me. I'm just an honest and cute PMC. How could I think Come up with such a vicious method."

"Bah, these politicians are simply too dirty!"

"Wang is ashamed to be with him!"

(End of this chapter)