From arms dealer to king of war

Chapter 632 I promise...

To be honest, the ordinary soldiers of P.B. are average...

Because of the 300 Xiaohei who came this time, 200 were the cooking soldiers urgently recruited and trained by Lao Niu. They had not even completed the first phase of training, so the queue was quite neat.

The real elite are those special forces teams, but these people behave a bit laxly.

The Kurds don't know what's going on. The only feeling the P·B people give them is that their morale is too high!

A simple slogan can get hundreds of people to respond at the same time. This kind of cohesion and spirit is almost impossible to see in today's Middle Eastern teams.

Facing such a team, the Kurdish militiamen, who numbered less than 500, subconsciously began to move the entire team.

Qiao Jia did not rush them, but carefully observed them. He found that there were at least 150 female soldiers inside.

After a curved square formation was barely formed, and a large number of women and elderly people gathered around, Qiao Jia picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "You can settle here temporarily..."

Qiao Jia pointed to the large number of buildings in the air force base and said with a smile: "Originally, I prepared tents and other things, but now I don't need them.

This will be a resting point for you. I will go north after a while, and this will be used as a material transfer station.

I won't give you any kind words, I need help...

Of course, in addition to the elderly and children, others can also choose to stay.

As it is said to be a material transfer station, of course there is a lot of work to be done. If you are willing to work, I can pay you a salary. "

After speaking, Qiao Jia paused, looked at Kurd who was looking at each other, and said with a smile: "Don't look at me like that, P·B's early help to you is unconditional.

That's the kindness of Princess Emina, the devil bird and the owl!

If you think that I am sending you guns and equipment because I want you to fight for me, then you are wrong.

I promised to help those who want to return home, and I promised to find ways to protect these people.

But my manpower is limited, so I give you guns so that you can protect yourself. If possible, I hope you can also take care of my life...

This place in Iraq is too chaotic and I’m a little scared..."

Qiao Jia's words made the Kurds burst into laughter. They all knew that Boss Qiao was joking, but this joke diluted their nervousness...

Qiaojia paused deliberately for a while until he found that a few Kurds seemed to want to talk. Then he smiled and said: "I can't always say it. If you have anything to say or ask, please do it now." You can say it.”

A young man with a beard was elected from the militia. He took off his hat and subconsciously bent down to pay tribute, and then said: "Sir, we are all grateful for your help to us before. We all know that you airdropped for us. Those supplies are very valuable.

We are willing to serve you, but sir, can we really go home? "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia looked at the man and said, "What's your name?"

The young man said nervously: "My name is Adler, I am..."

Qiao Jia glanced at the women who were covering their mouths waiting for an answer. He waved his hand and said, "Adler, look at your compatriots. You should ask yourself, do you want to go home?"

Adler turned to look at his companions and the women with longing eyes. He nodded solemnly to Qiao Jia and said, "I think, I want to go home.

I miss my old house, I miss the stream there, I miss the grass there..."

Qiao Jia nodded and said: "Then you should continue to miss the beautiful girl, the warmth of the family, the joy of the festival, the joy of the harvest...

Otherwise, I'm worried that even if one day I send you back to your homeland, you won't like that place full of ruins and won't have the confidence to rebuild your homeland.

Dude, you shouldn't have asked me if I could take you home.

I can do it, and I can provide you with a certain level of protection, but can you make up your mind to rebuild your home? "

After hearing this, Adler said excitedly: "Yes, we can. As long as there is no war, we can..."

Qiao Jia looked at the crowd who followed Adler's nod and shouted. He smiled and shook his head and said: "How can there be no war? Do you want me to keep sending people to face endless battles?

You want me to send thousands of people to fight in that war-torn place and help you rebuild your homes at the same time? "

Adler was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly said loudly: "Sir, we can fight by ourselves.

Princess Emina once told us about your plans, saying that you would build the end of the humanitarian corridor in our hometown.

Sir, with enough aid, we can fight, we can even protect you! "

After hearing this, Qiaojia laughed, pointed at Adler and said with a smile: "That's right, this is what a Kurd said!

look at me!

I will not waste the lives and time of thousands of my men in your hometown for you.

You are fighting Kurds, and I believe that protecting your homeland will keep you motivated.

You guys have always lost in the past, for many reasons, but it's certainly not because you can't fight.

I need you to listen to me. As long as we are of the same mind, I can provide you with sufficient support and create a good external environment.

We can build a village, a town, or even a city in the middle of a war, and we can help more people who go home because of the war.

Some literati always say that there is no just war in this world.

But I don't agree with this. I always tell my soldiers that we are fighting against evil. I believe that they are all guardians of goodness and beauty.

We follow the guidance of our conscience and fight!

We fight for the happiness of ourselves and our families!

We should be righteous!

If only death can open the way to happiness, then we should fight!

Until death! ! "

As Joga looked at the Kurdish militiamen who were completely aroused, he smiled and said: "This is your battle, because it is your duty to protect your homeland.

but me……

look at me……

Come north to Mosul with me and prove to me your ability and determination!

Then I will go home with you and I will help you rebuild your home!

I don't expect you to trust me right away, but we have time...

You can see how P·B treats his friends, and I will prove my credibility to you.

I promise that as long as your determination remains, P·B will always be on your side!

I promise that as long as you prove your loyalty to me, you will always be the masters of your home!

I promise, as long as you can do the above two points, your home will always be there before everyone in P·B falls! "

………………

Steven sided with Energy Minister Ahmed and sided with Eric and Chris...

Looking at the Kurdish militiamen who wanted to scream in the sky and turn around and die to prove their determination, Steven rubbed his nose and said: "Is this guy always like this?

Does he have magic? As far as I know, this was the first time he met those Kurds. Why were they so fanatical? "

As a person who knows all the inside story, Chris said with emotion: "Because the jackal answered the desperate prayers of those people.

He helped those people when they were in dire straits and asked for nothing in return.

My father once told me that giving ideals to the poor is dangerous, but giving hope to the desperate creates tremendous power.

The Jackal has managed a loss-making business in Central Africa to an extent that I cannot understand. I think his big business in Iraq will continue this miracle. "

As he spoke, Chris turned to look at Eric and Steven who were deep in thought, and said with a wry smile: "We are indeed stupid, we are always obsessed with means, because those who talk to us are representatives of power.

Jackals can always see the lowest needs. What does Iraq need?

It is not the political balancing of economic interests as those politicians call it, but security, security without war. All actions based on security can win the support of many people.

The jackal's eyes are always on the civilians, while our eyes are on the politicians.

We ourselves are looking at the problem from the perspective of politicians, and we feel that those assholes in need are easier to cooperate with...

But we have ignored that Iraq is not the United States, Europe, or any major country. As long as there is a hard enough fist here, politicians who are disobedient or cannot represent the public opinion of the grassroots can be punched open.

When the public opinion at the bottom is integrated, that force is unstoppable. They just want safety and then covet happiness. Anyone who stops them will be torn into pieces!

Every time, Jackal can find a point that everyone cares about, and then pull everyone's attention to a goal that everyone can accept.

In Central Africa it is development, in Congo it is development and integration of resources, in Libya Tobruk it is anti-terrorism, then in Iraq it is security...

He will be so strong and unreasonable that he will sweep away a group of people, and then use things like hope and honor to bind many people onto the ship together.

I finally understand a little bit now, but it’s a pity that some things can’t be learned at all…”

Salim, who had been standing behind Steven with no sense of presence, suddenly said: "Why? Why can't this model be replicated?"

Chris subconsciously said: "Because we are all greedy!

Many times it’s not that we don’t know what to do, but that we are unable to balance the interests of most people, let alone suppress our own greed.

I have never seen a man who could restrain his greed like a jackal!

He always wants very little, He is always giving, and He is always giving people real hope. "

Steven nodded and said: "I saw with my own eyes in Libya how the Jackal awakened two cities. What he wanted was really very little compared to what he did!"

After hearing this, Eric suddenly pointed at the black men and said: "The Jackal and those Central African soldiers who regard him as a god, they may be the cheapest and most loyal soldiers in the world.

These soldiers, who paid next to nothing, built a tower and allowed their master to stand on top.

There is no company in the world like P·B..."

Salim realized that the three of them were not paying attention to him. He silently took a step back and looked at Boss Qiao who was standing on the roof of the car. His eyes began to shine...

“It’s really possible!!!”