I want to be a warlord

Chapter 367 Bloody Conflict
When it comes to parades, there must be parades.

To be honest, Wang Zhen is not familiar with this matter at all!
There is no way, our dynasties have prohibited this in all dynasties, and if it happens, we will deal with it immediately.

Therefore, let alone experience, Wang Zhen couldn’t imagine it or understand it even if he fully used his imagination!
It is impossible for people to imagine things that they have never heard of or seen out of thin air!
Even if it is a fairy tale, at least there are novels. Novels come from myths, and myths come from the worship of nature in primitive times. They always have a source.

"Let me tell you, in order to organize this parade, I specially invited a team from Europe." Wang Zhen said with a smile: "The French professional parade planning and management team is so professional!"

John burst out laughing. They say Americans love to parade, and they will take to the streets for big and small events.

But compared with France, that's child's play.

In France, parades are an indispensable entertainment item in the lives of the people.

Not participating in a parade every week makes my whole body feel uncomfortable.

France can organize a march with millions of people at once, but other countries simply can't.

"Where are you, have you arrived in Baghdad?" John asked with a smile.

“I arrived a week in advance, learned from the local culture, stirred up emotions, divided the crowds, mobilized by class, selected, trained, organized grassroots parade representatives, made Arabic slogans, distributed leaflets, and increased the scale of the parade in each area... Oh, I’m going! Wang Zhen gave a thumbs up, with admiration written all over his face, "You are so professional!"

John could already imagine it, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

These days, parades are also a business!
As long as the money is in place, all obstacles will be eliminated!
This is enough for the Iraqi government to drink from.

"Then, tell me, what sinister tricks have you come up with?" John could see that Wang Zhen was a born rebel!

"What does it mean to be sinister and vicious? What I call it is upright!" Wang Zhen corrected John's wording very dissatisfied, "I just want to force the Iraqi government to launch an attack on the Jonah Mosque."

"They can't beat them." John said with great certainty: "If they have any ability, they won't be beaten to the capital by a group of militiamen."

"Of course, I know they can't defeat it. It doesn't matter. They can have an attitude and send troops, even if it's just a show. Even if Jonah Mosque knows about it, so what, their troops must be contained." Wang Zhen said with a smile: " This is not based on personal will. If the Jonah Mosque does not send troops there, will the Baghdad government forces still not dare to fight?"

"Aren't there still you guys?"

John nodded, the theory was this.

"There is a problem. Even if the Iraqi government forces want to fight, they can't do it in less than two months from approval, to designating a combat plan, to mobilization, preparation, and dispatching troops." John has worked in Iraq for many years and knows this very well. Help people's work efficiency.

"I've already... ahem, I've already made the battle plan. I'll give it to General Bevin and ask him to hand it over to the Iraqi government." Wang Zhen almost said that he asked the US military staff to help with the plan.

It’s not that this matter is against the rules. John and the others have done many illegal things. What they are afraid of is that this agency consulting business they developed by themselves will be known to John...

If this bastard knew about it, he would be crazy about it. How powerful the CIA network is. There are so many local armed warlords, anti-government forces, and terrorists in Iraq. This guy will sell it in a big way!
What will happen to him in Wangzhen then!

There are many good ideas, but the original creators did not make much profit, but were stolen at a low price by those with strong connections, and ended up making a lot of money.

Right, Bill Gates!
"The battle plan..." John's eyes widened and he was speechless. You were so well prepared, "Are you sure your plan works?"

"This is something I have to let Bevin take a look at. Anyway, I have considered the current situation of the Iraqi army. The plan is as simple and rough as possible, with a high error tolerance. The purpose is to advance in an all-round way, fight head-on, and proceed step by step. Starting from the control area on the outskirts of Baghdad, we will Build defenses bit by bit in the direction of Fallujah."

"With civil engineering as the main focus and attack as the supplement, defensive positions are advanced layer by layer, trying to make full use of the Iraqi government's stronger mobilization capabilities and financial resources compared to terrorist organizations."

"There is no charge, and there are no civilians on the position, so most of the terrorists' methods cannot be used. If we cooperate with a certain number of mercenaries, we can't lose the battle, can we?"

John looked at Wang Zhen dumbfounded, "Are you sure this is a war?"

"Otherwise!" Wang Zhen spread his hands.

"How long will it take to repair the position?"

"Brother, first of all, you must understand that they are just terrorists. Their equipment and the quality of their soldiers are not even comparable to the German army in World War II. They are brainwashed and have a strong will to fight. They are not afraid of death, but that's it!" Wang Zhen He said with a look of disdain: "To deal with this kind of army, the fortifications from the Second World War can be used, just trenches, air raid shelters, and sandbag fortresses. How difficult can it be to repair it!"

"That's true..." John pondered and nodded, "However, don't overestimate the government troops. Even if they are hiding in their positions, they may not be able to defeat the terrorists."

"The positions were built layer by layer, and if one was lost, wouldn't there be a second one? If it doesn't work on the third layer, I don't believe that the terrorists could take all the positions in one go!" Wang Zhen snorted, "Then There is no need to fight, the government troops must be collaborating with the enemy, and that is your Americans’ business.”

"That's impossible!" John said decisively: "Then what?"

"Then? With the conduct of the government army, they will definitely not do it alone..."

……

"We want food!"

"We're going to work!"

"We want to live!"

“The government of Fouad Masoum who cannot defend the Iraqi soil must step down!”

“Fight against terrorism!”

The demonstration started the day after Wang Zhen arrived in Baghdad. It was small-scale at first. The slogans mainly focused on the need for jobs and food, protesting against the government's inaction and the government's negative attitude towards the problem of water shortage in downstream areas. Criticize the government for ignoring the life and death of the people.

Protests have always been a favorite of journalists, but the recent panic buying and talk of an economic crisis have made reporters very excited. The demonstrations triggered by this need to be reported in depth as a matter of course.

With reporters from various countries present, the Iraqi government could not take any tough measures and could only allow the people to march.

It's just a scolding, and it won't lose a piece of meat, so what are you afraid of!
As a politician, it’s natural to be thick-skinned, don’t be afraid!
Under the planning of a professional team, people from one area to another joined the parade. This expansion was orderly, giving people the feeling that the scale of resistance was like a surging wave, one after another.

After all, Wang Zhen invested more than 300 million US dollars in this large-scale parade!
In addition to hiring a professional team, money is also needed to maintain the sustainability of the parade team. At least enough drinking water and food must be provided to ensure that the parade team is in good spirits!

No money?

There is no way to travel without money!

We are not French, so we treat this as an entertainment project... As the number of people in the parade grew larger and larger, and more and more areas participated in the parade, the slogans in the parade were not just about food and work, but began to accuse the authorities of incompetence. A government that cannot defend its territory does not deserve to be in that position.

As reporters follow up the reports, these voices become louder and louder. Under the planning of a professional team, the government office building has been completely surrounded by people from three floors inside and three outside. If the government had not mobilized the army to surround the government building, the government building would have been completely surrounded. It was captured by the people.

At this point, government departments have to come out to appease the people, but how can one person speak to hundreds of thousands of people?

I don't pay any attention to you at all, everything you say is nonsense.

A professional team took the lead, stamping their feet and shouting to get off the stage and get out. Then the number of participants increased, until more than 10,000 people were shouting and stamping their feet in the square and nearby streets. It could be clearly felt that the nearby ground was shaking.

If you were upstairs, the feeling would be clearer. The building was shaking rhythmically!

This routine is learned by professional teams from fans.

10,000+ people, whose voices match the movements, and who are not present, really don’t know what momentum is!

The earth trembled!
What's more, the people in the government building were all pale and pale, holding on to things next to them with both hands. The ceiling was rattling, and some debris began to fall. People's hearts were beating crazily and their breathing was rapid. If it weren't for There were too many people outside. They were afraid that they would be torn apart if they went out, so they ran out of the building long ago.

This kind of tremor is like a natural disaster, as if the building will collapse at any time.

Even Wang Zhen and John, who were watching the excitement a kilometer away, were shocked. They could clearly feel the anger of the people. This sense of oppression was suffocating.

"Thousands of people reviled him, and his words were used to make money, but he died in vain!" Wang Zhen said with a serious expression.

"How much did it cost you?" John asked.

"More than 300 million!"

"It's worth it!" John nodded heavily, "You're really good at messing with Fake!"

"It's a special situation. The Iraqi people are suffering too much." Wang Zhen shook his head and said, "It's been so many years. We have been fighting since Sha Damu came to power. It has been more than 30 years. It has only been a few years since we stopped."

"Iraqis have too much anger accumulated in their hearts, and it is normal for them to behave like this." Wang Zhen said with a solemn expression, "I don't feel very good. When my emotions reach this level, those French people may not be able to control them."

John also nodded. Indeed, it was okay when he was alone, but during group activities, people's emotions would be infinitely amplified.

The fact is that the French people were also affected by their emotions, followed suit, and went completely crazy.

The final result was that the angry crowd began to attack the Iraqi military cordon.

Facing the impact of the people, the Iraqi military, like all incompetent government forces, gave full play to the spirit of an amateur in foreign wars and an expert in civil wars.

We can’t cure terrorists, and we can’t cure you!
Conflict inevitably occurred.

The military fired, and at first they shot into the sky, but the attacking crowd didn't care at all, and they didn't know who was the first to point their guns at ordinary people, killing dozens of people on the spot.

The sound of gunfire and blood calmed down some people, but also made some desperate people excited.

You're the only one with a fucking gun, right?
You're the only one who can fucking shoot, right?
This is Iraq, who the hell doesn't have an AK-47 anymore, even a rusty one!
Among the marchers, someone fired at the Iraqi military, and the gunfire rang out not from one place, but from all directions. The shooter directly pulled the trigger and fired. Dozens of Iraqi military personnel were mowed down on the spot.

The crowd is too dense!

Once the gunfire starts, it will be difficult to stop.

The military commander knew that it was impossible to kill all the demonstrators, so in order to protect himself, he had to retreat into the building while shooting.

And when their lives are threatened, people have no choice but to fight back!
Heavy gunfire rang out in front of the government office building.

The gunfire rang out, and the professional team suddenly woke up. Fak, it's over, it's big!
But they were hidden in the crowd and it was impossible to escape.

Fortunately, when the people on the outermost perimeter heard the gunfire, they immediately thought that the military had ordered the killing. If they didn't run away now, they would wait until later.

Seen from a high altitude, the crowd looks like a broken world, crumbling and shattering from the edges, disintegrating bit by bit, destroyed, and dissipated into the void of the universe.

The crowd dispersed out of fear, but also filled with anger and guilt, hating their own cowardice!
These emotions need to be vented, so vehicles on the streets along the way were burned, and the most important ones burned were police cars!

As soon as the gunfire rang out, the police who were maintaining order ran away immediately!
Nonsense, it doesn’t matter if you have a gun, you don’t know how many bullets you have!
Look at the angry crowd again. Why don't you run away and wait to be torn apart by the crowd?

Besides, these policemen are all residents of Baghdad, and their relatives may be among the marchers.

I didn't dare to take action at all, so running away was the only option.

As the parade broke up and those with guns at the front of the crowd ran out of bullets, the gunfire gradually stopped.

The Iraqi military personnel who retreated to the government building did not dare to shoot.

The surging crowd just frightened them, like a zombie siege.

In addition, President Fuad Masum upstairs also ordered the military to cease fire immediately.

He didn't know how many reporters were around, but he knew that the drones that had just flown over must have captured the scene.

In a few minutes, news of the massacre of demonstrators by Iraqi government forces will be published in major media outlets.

And he, Fouad Masum, is finished!

If the massacre continues, then it will be impossible for him to step down as president. The best outcome is to be brought to the international court.

When such a big thing happens, his position as president is over, and not even the Americans will protect him.

Damn, how did things become like this?

The Prime Minister and the Speaker, who were usually against him, also looked terribly ugly. They were like grasshoppers on a rope, with no way to escape!
They must be held responsible for this massacre!

(End of this chapter)