I want to be a warlord

Chapter 65 Feisal, it's time to drink chicken soup

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Wang Zhen really hates accidents!
"Are you in Salah al-Din right now?" John asked.

"Yes."

"How many people have you recruited?"

"20."

"How is the quality?"

"Not bad, at least not bad in Iraq." Wang Zhen explained the way he chose.

"It's so fucking inhumane." John was speechless for a while, "However, it's very effective and very innovative."

"and then?"

"The thing is like this, the capital of Salah al-Din Province, Tikrit, next to it, more than 60 kilometers southeast of Tikrit, there is a village next to the Tigris River and the badhdad road, stuck on the road from Tikrit to Baghdad There is a small armed force here, the number may be about 100, and they are very unruly. They attacked a convoy yesterday and posed a great threat to the transportation line of this road and river."

"Kill them!"

"Maybe there are 100 people?" Wang Zhen frowned, what the hell is it possible?

"Even if there are really only 100 people, but we only have 6 people, even if we add those 20 people, the disadvantage in terms of numbers is too big, right?"

"I know, so someone will send you a batch of weapons, enough weapons and equipment for you to arm 50 people."

"Faisal can't afford to support so many people, the casualties will not be small, and the pension can make Feisal go bankrupt."

"Listen to me, Wang, Faisal is from Salah al-Din Province. He needs a territory that can be influenced by him so that he can gain a firm foothold in Iraq. After killing this group of people, he can set up his residence here. And it can radiate to the capital city of Tikrit." John explained: "We will help his group get a legal number of the National Guard in the future, and you can explain it to him, as long as he can do it, then, it will Someone sent him a sum of money, and they do it every year."

"This amount of money alone is enough for him to support a completely off-duty military force of more than 100 people. If it is the kind that goes to the battlefield with a gun, it is enough to support 500 people!"

Wang Zhen: Tell me, did you install a bug on me? How did you know about my plan?
"I can't make the decision for Feisal, but I will try my best to convince him." Wang Zhen said after thinking for a while.

"I believe in you. To be honest, you've done a great job, beyond expectations." John boasted.

Wang Zhen chuckled and didn't answer, "Did you tell the company about this task?"

"Wang, this matter has nothing to do with the CIA, it's a battle between two armed forces." John said solemnly.

Wang Zhen instantly understood that the company cannot accept black jobs.

"How about the commission?"

"This is not a hiring operation, so, I'm sorry, but I will compensate you in the latter operation."

Wang Zhen: Damn it, whoring for nothing!

"Okay, I'll tell the team." Wang Zhen said, besides agreeing to him, what else can he do.

"Thank you, my friend, I owe you a favor." John agreed directly, "Dude, kill them all, Mommy Falk, those bloody idiots!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen went to Jin Mao to talk about the matter, and at the same time had his own guess, "This batch of goods should be related to the CIA, otherwise they wouldn't make such a big fuss."

"It should be. I heard from Cobham and Daryl that the CIA also has great interests here. If it's just the salary of the CIA, no one wants to eat sand in a ghost place like Iraq." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"What interests are they?" Wang Zhen was curious.

"Who knows, I'm not interested in this aspect, anyway, it's impossible to just sell information." Golden Retriever shrugged.

"Okay, do you accept the task?"

"Of course, it's just a group of militiamen. If 50 people cooperate with us and launch a sneak attack, the matter will not be difficult to solve."

"Then I'll go to Feisal." Wang Zhen turned and went out.

……

When it comes to Feisal, you can't say that!

"Efforts may not be rewarded, but not hard work will definitely not be rewarded." Wang Zhen came up with a bowl of chicken soup, grabbed Feisal's neck and drank it fiercely.

"If you take action, the government must see it. Otherwise, why would it spend money on you? Say yes."

"I helped you fight for this. The matter of raising soldiers is very expensive. In order to save you from worrying about the future and speed up your development, I will help you find a good place to be stationed."

With that said, Wang Zhen pulled out the map and pointed to the village in the southeast of Tikrit, "This location is stuck on the main road of traffic. If you control this place, then both the cost of raising soldiers and the influence will usher in An explosive growth."

"Thank you, I don't know how to thank you, really, dear Wang." Feisal gave Wang Zhen a hug with excitement.

"No, you know!" Wang Zhen gently pushed him away, and continued: "There is currently a group of anti-government armed forces here, which have caused great hidden dangers to transportation. Just yesterday, they robbed a transport convoy. "

"There are about 100 people, kill them, show your strength, and then everything will be there!"

"100 people, but I don't have enough people." Feisal suddenly became anxious, "Wang, you have to help me!"

Of course Feisal knew that if he could control the village, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the money would be huge.

But when he thought that there were more than 100 people blocking him, he became restless like ants in a hot pot.

You can see it, but you can't eat it. It's too tortured.

"Faisal, buddy, you can't count on us for everything. The scythe team is responsible for the protection of the foot-holding building. We hope the mission will go well and we are willing to make efforts, but this effort cannot be unlimited." Wang Zhen smiled. , with a gentle expression, but the taste of rejection is obvious.

Feisal froze for a moment, then frowned, kept turning his mind, clenched his fists and then released them, clenched and then released them.

Wang Zhen didn't say anything, just smiled and stood up, "Have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

There are several key points in fishing. First, wear a helmet. Second, don’t rush.

When the door was closed, Feisal immediately raised his head, stared at the door, and murmured in a voice only he could hear: "I'm really gone..."

He also doesn't want to rely on the Americans for everything!

The Americans are not a good thing. Every Iraqi knows this. He can climb up from the bottom, and he is also ambitious.

Before... before, there was no way!

……

Early the next morning, Wang Zhen was startled when he saw Feisal again. He had thick dark circles under his eyes, his face was withered and yellow, and his lips were pale and chapped...

It was as if being tortured severely by a group of female goblins.

"You are..."

After Wang Zhen left yesterday afternoon, Feisal started to move, calling people in the party and asking them to find a way to raise funds.

I was not idle either, calling Ahmed and those who invested in me in Salah al-Din Province, talking about my own armed plans, future prospects, beliefs, and ideals.

Not empty talk, according to Faisal, he now has 100 elite former Iraqi army veterans, and they are fully armed.

Racking my brains, my mouth was dry.

There are indeed results. Some people increased their investment in him, and it cost 50 US dollars a night. The results are remarkable, but it is not enough.

What's even more hateful is that some people don't believe him as an honest person, and they want to send someone to see for themselves before deciding whether to add support to him...

Feisal blushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out. The description of the future cannot be regarded as a lie. Can the words of the future...the future...a politician be called a lie?
He didn't even dare to say that he had recruited 200 people!
I'm so honest, okay?
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(End of this chapter)