King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 671 - 636 I Promise...

P.B.’s ordinary soldiers, to tell the truth, their level is just mediocre...

Because out of the 300 Xiao Heis that came this time, 200 were cooks urgently recruited and trained by Lao Niu. They hadn’t even completely finished the first phase of training; they could just about manage to form orderly lines.

The real elite were those special forces, but those guys seemed a bit lax in comparison.

The Kurdish didn’t know what was going on, the only impression the people of P.B. gave them was that their morale was too high!

A simple slogan could elicit a response from hundreds of people at once, this kind of cohesion and spirit was almost unseen in Middle Eastern troops today.

Facing such a force, the fewer than 500 Kurdish Militia subconsciously began to move as a unit.

Joe Ga didn’t rush them; instead, he took his time to observe and noticed that there were at least 150 female soldiers among them.

When a winding square formation finally took a rough shape, and a large number of women and elderly also gathered around, Joe Ga picked up the microphone and said with a smile, "You can settle down here for now..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga gestured toward the many buildings inside the air force base, continuing with a laugh, "I had even prepared tents and the like, but that’s no longer necessary.

This will be a resting point for you, and after some time, I will head north, and this place will serve as a supply transshipment station.

I won’t mince words; I need help...

Of course, except for the elderly and children, others can choose to stay.

Since it is a supply station, naturally, there will be lots of work to do. If you’re willing to work, I can pay you a salary."

After concluding his speech, Joe Ga paused briefly and, seeing the bemused looks on the faces of the Kurds, added with a smile, "Don’t look at me like that; the early support P.B. provided to you was unconditional.

It was the kindness of Princess Amina, Devil Bird, and Owl!

If you think that by giving you guns and equipment, I want you to fight for me, then you are mistaken.

I promised to help those who want to return to their homes, and I promised to find a way to protect these people.

But my forces are limited, so I’m giving you weapons so that you can protect yourselves, and if possible, I hope you can take care of my little life too...

Iraq is too chaotic, and I’m a bit scared..."

Joe Ga’s words elicited a burst of laughter from the Kurds, everyone knew that Boss Qiao was joking, but the joke eased their tension...

Joe Ga purposely paused for a while, waiting until he saw a few Kurds who seemed to want to speak. Only then did he say with a smile, "I can’t be the only one talking all the time. If you have something to say or ask, now is the time."

A young man with a beard was pushed to the front from among the militia; he took off his hat and instinctively bowed as a gesture of respect, then said, "Sir, we are all very grateful for the help you’ve provided us previously, and we all know that the supplies you dropped are very valuable.

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

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga looked at the man and asked, "What’s your name?"

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

Joe Ga glanced at the women covering their mouths, awaiting an answer, and with a wave of his hand, he said, "Adler, look at your fellow countrymen. You should ask yourself, do you want to go home?"

Adler turned his head to look at his comrades and the women with longing in their eyes. He nodded solemnly and said to Joe Ga, "Yes, I want to go home.

I miss the old house, the streams there, and the grass..."

Joe Ga nodded in response, "Then you should keep missing it, the beautiful girls, the warmth of family, the joy of festivals, the pleasure of a bountiful harvest...

Otherwise, I’m afraid that even if one day I send you back to your homeland, you won’t like the place full of ruin and rubble, and won’t have the courage to rebuild your homes.

Buddy, you shouldn’t be asking me ’whether I can send you home.’

I can do that and also provide a certain degree of protection, but are you determined to rebuild your homes?"

Upon hearing this, Adler, stirred with emotion, said, "We can, we definitely can, as long as there is no war, we can..."

Joe Ga, looking at the crowd nodding and voicing their agreement with Adler, shook his head with a smile, "How can there be no war? Do you expect me to keep sending men to face endless battles?

Do you want me to send thousands to fight in that chaotic place and at the same time, help you rebuild your homes?"

Adler hesitated, then suddenly said loudly, "Sir, we can fight ourselves.

Princess Amina once told us about your plan, she said that you would build the end of a humanitarian corridor in our homeland.

Sir, as long as there is enough aid, we can fight, we can even protect you!"

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga laughed heartily and pointing at Adler, he said, "That’s more like it, those are the words of a Kurd!

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Look at me!

I’m not going to risk the lives and time of thousands of my men for you in your homeland.

You are the brave Kurdish people, and I believe that protecting your home will fill you with motivation.

You’ve always lost in the past, not because you can’t fight, but for many other reasons.

I need you to listen to me, as long as we are united, I can provide you with enough support, creating a favorable external environment.

We can build a village, a town, or even a city amidst the chaos of war; we can help more people who lost their homes because of it.

Some scholars always say, there’s no such thing as a just war in this world.

"But I disagree with this; I always tell my soldiers that we are fighting against evil, and I believe they are all guardians of kindness and beauty."

"We fight guided by our own conscience!"

"We fight for the happiness of ourselves and our families!"

"We must be just!"

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

"Fight until death!!"

Having said this, Joe Ga looked at the Kurdish Militia whose emotions had been fully roused, and with a smile, he said, "This is your fight, for guarding your homeland is your duty."

"And I..."

"Look at me..."

"You will march north to Mosul with me, and show me your ability and determination!"

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

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

"You can see how P·B treats its friends; I will prove my reliability to you."

"I guarantee that as long as your determination remains, P·B will always stand by your side!"

"I guarantee that as long as you prove your loyalty to me, you will always be the masters of your homeland!"

"I guarantee that as long as you can achieve the above two points, your homeland will remain intact until every person in P·B has fallen!"

...........

Steven moved away from the Minister of Energy Ahmed and stood by Eric and Chris...

Looking at those Kurdish Militia who seemed eager to howl at the sky and go die to prove their resolve, Steven, touching his nose, said, "Is Hu Lang always like this?

Does he have magic? To my knowledge, this is his first time meeting those Kurdish people, so why do they seem so fanatical?"

Chris, as someone who knew the full inside story, said with emotion, "Because Hu Lang answered the desperate prayers of those people.

He helped them out of a tight spot when they were in dire straits, asking nothing in return.

My father once told me, giving dreams to the poor is dangerous, but giving hope to the desperate can create immense power.

Hu Lang turned a loss-making deal in Central Africa into something beyond my comprehension; I think his big business in Iraq will continue this miracle."

As he spoke, Chris turned to look at Eric and Steven, who had fallen into deep thought, and said with a bitter smile, "We are indeed fools; we always get caught up in the means because we’re always dealing with the representatives of power.

But Hu Lang always sees the basic needs, what does Iraq need?

Not the so-called political balance of economic interests of those politicians, but security, the security that comes without war, any action based on security will get a lot of support

Hu Lang’s gaze has always been on the civilians, while ours is on the politicians.

We’ve been examining issues from the politicians’ perspective, thinking those with needs are easier to work with...

But we ignore the fact that Iraq is not America, not Europe, not any great power; here, a hard enough fist can open up politicians who don’t listen or can’t represent grassroots sentiment.

When the will of the people at the bottom is united, the force is unstoppable; they just want security and then to aspire to happiness, and anyone who stands in their way will be torn to shreds!

Hu Lang always finds a point that everyone cares about, then drags everyone’s attention to a goal everyone can accept.

In Central Africa, it’s development; in Congo, it’s harnessing resources; in Tubruq, Libya, it’s anti-terrorism; so for Iraq, it’s security...

He will forcefully sweep away a group of people, then bind many with hope, honor, and other such values.

I finally understand a bit now, but sadly some things just can’t be learned..."

Salim, who had been standing behind Steven without much presence, suddenly said, "Why? Why can’t this model be replicated?"

Chris reflexively said, "Because we’re all greedy!

Many times, it’s not that we don’t know what would be right, but we can’t balance the interests of the majority, nor can we restrain our own greed.

I’ve never seen a person who can hold back their greed like Hu Lang!

He always wants very little, he’s always giving, he’s always providing people with tangible hope."

Steven nodded and said, "I saw with my own eyes in Libya how Hu Lang woke up two cities; what he asked for in return was really little compared to what he did!"

Eric, having listened, suddenly pointed at those Xiao Hei and said, "Hu Lang also has those Central African soldiers who view him as a god; they might be the cheapest and most loyal soldiers in the world.

These almost free soldiers built a tower, allowing their master to stand at the pinnacle.

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

Salim, realizing the three men were not paying attention to him, silently stepped back and looked at Boss Qiao standing on top of the vehicle, his eyes beginning to shine...

"It really is possible!!!"