I want to be a warlord

Chapter 388 I won’t allow anyone to refuse my kindness!
I don’t know what happened this time, but the relevant news was not deleted, it was just prevented from being included in the hot searches.

One comment reply was highly praised.

"I really feel sad for the blogger. This kind of indiscriminate bombing by the United States is so cruel. I can't imagine how many people in the bombed areas will die because of the Americans, how many people will have their wives and children separated because of the United States, and how many people will lose their life savings because of the United States. After being destroyed by the United States, shouldn't bloggers reflect on why the United States is the one who committed such cruel acts? Why can't they learn from China? China is helping Iraq become civilized, but the United States is destroying it all! "

The one-to-one copy of the rebuttal is a classic.

Of course, not all netizens are so subtle in their curses, and most people are very direct.

"Stupid blogger, are you drafting it? The military orders are placed by the United States and the work is done by Americans. Shouldn't the United States also reflect on it?"

"After reading your comments, your father regrets not cumming on the wall, and your mother regrets not suffocating you inside!"

"Blogger, come out and get beaten. Are you drafting? Why haven't you spoken? Is your mouth blocked by your American father's beating? It's okay. You can type with both hands!"

This blogger, who I don’t know who he is, is extremely dedicated and very thick-skinned. When public opinion turned around, he closed the comment, deleted it, and posted another blog post.

"The United States, the real world's largest country, a country with influence, responsibility, and attitude, the world's policeman! When the whole world is deeply affected by the problem of terrorists, the United States stands up without hesitation, and American soldiers do not ask for anything in return. , bravely and resolutely stepped into a country deeply affected by terrorists. They fought in Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq, North America, South America, Africa, and everywhere in the world that was troubled by terrorists. Figure."

"Every year, for the security of people around the world, the American people have to pay tens of billions of dollars, and the youth and lives of countless American soldiers. They fight hard, they are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of sacrifice, in the fight against terrorism, On one front, the United States is at the forefront of the world, silently shouldering the responsibility of a major country on its shoulders!"

"What are we doing? In the field of counter-terrorism, we have made no contribution. When the Syrian people were occupied by terrorists, we were watching a show. When Iraq was occupied by terrorists, we were watching a show. In Ethiopia, in Libya, In Yemen, in Algeria... we are still watching the show!"

“As the world’s second largest economy, we have been shouting to help other countries develop their economies, but as we all know, the first thing we need to develop the economy is a stable and peaceful environment. Without stability and peace, who would be willing to invest? People’s safety must be Without security and investment, how can we develop the economy?”

"It's nothing more than shouting slogans and showing off!"

"China has always had traditional dross formalism, a bad nature engraved in the bones!"

"Wake up, compatriots, open your eyes and see the real situation in the world. A country whose own citizens cannot provide enough food and clothing is doing this to their own people, let alone outsiders!"

"..." The blogger wrote passionately, complained with blood and tears, and looked like he was a savior. But he also closed the comments, which made people unable to scold him, and made people furious!
There was no way, a group of people started to report.

As soon as something happens, these monsters will jump out and disgust people, but Weibo will pretend to be dead at this time.

report?

shield?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Not only won't they do it, but they will also secretly promote the popularity of these weird remarks so that more people can see them and get more people involved in the debate about this matter.

Only when there are quarrels can there be traffic, and only when there is traffic can there be data. Only with data can Weibo appear to be active enough. The higher the activity, the higher the value.

When these weird KMT-haters and the 50 beaten people are retreating, they will also limit the popularity of others to give these people a breather and help them survive.

Although I won’t be there in person, I must do things to guide traffic.

There are actually many similar things, such as the issue of female boxing. Once there are no suitable news hot spots recently, they will search for female boxing events from the data to provide traffic, and deliberately promote the issue of antagonism between men and women.

Traffic, traffic, fucking traffic!
As for the facts, they never care. If you ask, the platform has no position...

……

Wang Zhen doesn't care how chaotic public opinion is at home and abroad. In fact, it's all nonsense.

Only those here in Iraq know what the real situation is.

Public opinion and the people who are guided by public opinion who do not know the truth are just looking at the truth through smoke and mirrors.

Whether or not to fight or how to fight is not up to him, Wang Zhen.

Anyway, the Chinese in Iraq now walk with wind!
Public opinion changed, and Wang Zhen finally gave the embassy an explanation, so he turned his attention back to the next day.

After breakfast, I heard from my militiamen that several reporters had arrived and wanted to see Wang Zhen.

After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Wang Zhen nodded in agreement. Those who could reach the front line at this time were either brave war reporters or well-connected people who were not easy to offend.

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Hello."

After meeting and chatting, the five people on the other side introduced themselves and asked to interview Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen shook his head and refused, "Things are different from what is reported outside. You should interview Faisal, who is the founder of the Democratic and Peace Party. These militiamen also belong to him, and I just accepted the order from the Democratic and Peace Party to help them train the militiamen, which naturally includes the training of officers in combat command, so it seems like I am in command."

After all, Wang Zhen is neither an Iraqi nor an American. Now that public opinion is at the forefront, it is not easy for him to come out and criticize.

PMC is still suitable for hiding in places where people can't see. Besides, I, Wang Zhen, am a low-key person.

Several people had strange expressions, with disbelief written all over their faces. If we hadn't known the information about you, we would have almost believed it, and it sounded like the truth.

Wang Zhen refused to accept interviews, and there was nothing they could do about it. If it were someone else, they would have made some weird comments in the media, but forget it about someone with a gun.

Compared to mercenaries, journalists are the ones wearing shoes and cannot be offended!

"Can we do a line shot here?" one of them asked.

"Do you understand the rules?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Don't worry, your secrets won't be leaked." "There are no secrets, but I hope the report will be fair and positive, rather than looking for trouble to smear." Wang Zhen said seriously.

"Of course, you can rest assured about this. If you need to see the manuscript, I can also show it to you."

"Forget it, that's your job, I won't interfere." After saying that, Wang Zhen stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Well, now we are friends, if we meet in Anbar Province or Salahuddin Province If you have any trouble, you can contact me.”

Several people immediately laughed and said that you are not the mastermind!

Wang Zhen shrugged and laughed too. He said he could make more journalist friends, especially those with ability and background.

Leaving these to his own devices, Wang Zhen got busy again. After Lao Liu checked the drone, the drone took off again.

"Actually, I found that there is no need to make the fuel tank so big. 20L or 10L is enough. This can fly for 20 hours. The remaining load capacity can be used for other things." Lao Liu said with a smile. .

Wang Zhen looked at Old Liu sideways: "So?"

"With a load capacity of 30 kilograms, wouldn't it be nice to get an aerial bomb?" Old Liu chuckled, his little eyes shining brightly, "Think about it, a 30 kilogram aerial bomb dropped a few hundred meters above the enemy's head. Bounce, boog!”

Old Liu opened his arms and looked intoxicated.

"Yesterday, so many 107 rockets failed to blow up the buildings in the base, but try using a 30-kilogram aerial bomb. I will ensure that several floors are completely destroyed!"

"What is this called? This is called an integrated surveillance and attack drone!"

"Old Liu, haven't you noticed that you are getting more and more perverted?" Wang Zhen raised the corner of his mouth, "But, I like it!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Buy a few more of these. I like them. I heard there is a T50 with a larger load capacity."

"How about I buy you a helicopter?" Wang Zhen rolled his eyes, "I guarantee that as long as you drop an aerial bomb down there, this agricultural aircraft will become a contraband the next day. !”

"Americans are crazy. What's the use of defining this? It's all about smuggling."

"You are becoming more and more lawless now." Wang Zhen suddenly laughed.

"You're not the one who brought me here. How honest I used to be!" Speaking of this old man, Liu wanted to burst into tears.

While talking, the drone flew over the military base again. From the picture, it looked like ruins, and there was not a single person in sight. After landing at a height of 200 meters and observing a circle, it was confirmed that all the terrorists had escaped.

The drone was used to conduct reconnaissance over other areas of Tikrit, and no one was seen on the streets. Whether they were ordinary residents or terrorists, they were obviously frightened by yesterday's missile cluster strike.

Wang Zhen touched his chin, "It doesn't matter if you don't come out, our evacuation and resettlement work has not been completed yet. In the past two days, we will focus on the evacuation and resettlement of tens of thousands of people."

That is to say, in Iraq, people are somewhat used to being tortured. Although the resettlement work was cumbersome, it didn't cause much trouble. They were very honest if they had a tent to live in.

The thorn in my imagination never appeared.

It's probably not because he didn't, but because he knew the current situation better and knew that these militiamen wouldn't spoil him.

For fear of terrorists sneaking in and causing trouble, everyone is under unified management. There is only one entrance and exit to the resettlement area, and entry and exit must be strictly inspected. All guns in the hands of the refugees have been confiscated.

Of course, I paid for it, even if the embroidery looks like scrap metal.

Faisal and his propaganda team stayed in the resettlement area to manage the resettlement of these people.

Many people arrived in the morning, and now the resettlement area is noisy. He can calm everyone's emotions here, let everyone know that they have not been abandoned, and it is also convenient for promoting Bairwanai.

Faisal's propaganda effect alone was better than that of the entire propaganda team of more than 300 people.

Wang Zhen didn't care about things over there. He hated this kind of tedious work the most. After caring for the wounded, he went to the front line to see the defense situation. He made bad ideas everywhere, and then suddenly found himself free.

Everyone was busy, including Natalia, and he was the only one with nothing to do, as if it was the same with or without him.

"On the 15th, assassinate Jonah, right? I'll go there myself!" Wang Zhen, who wanted to find something to do for himself, told Jin Mao.

"Isn't everything over there over?" Jin Mao was stunned and asked with a frown.

"Whether the matter has passed or not, it doesn't matter what they say, only what I say counts!" Wang Zhen said with a serious face.

Golden Retriever looked at Wang Zhen sideways, "I'll leave you free, right?"

In other words, Wang Zhen didn't go after all. The purpose of Skua's going was just to fire two shots from a distance to create a tense atmosphere.

Thinking about going to assassinate him, Wang Zhen made a special call to Khatib Hafez, mainly because he wanted to know how his life was going recently and whether he had encountered any difficulties.

Who knew that Khatib Hafiz didn't answer the call at all and actually hung up.

Wang Zhen looked at the computer and frowned slowly. I won't allow anyone to refuse my kindness!
……

I saw Zhai Zhu today, and I heard that Zhai Zhu will give a lecture tomorrow. Does anyone want to update?
You can meet me tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)