Chapter 147

The eastern part of Sha Mouren's territory, Zaihelan.

Endless oil wells that cannot be seen to the end, in the distance one can see the tall smokestacks of the refinery, and the sound of ship whistles can be heard on the sea surface…… This place is Sha Mouren's most important oil base; oil was surveyed in 1931, the first oil well was drilled in 1935, and in 1945 the King Abdulaziz Air Force Base was built……

In the 1960s, the base was handed over to Sha Mouren, and from then on it entered a new historical period.

At this time, standing in the base, looking up one could see a neat row of F-15 fighter jets; Qin Miao felt so envious he almost drooled.

After Langtuo underwent a revolution, it became hostile to the surrounding countries; after all, Langtuo's aim was to spread its revolution worldwide, while other countries peacefully lived luxurious lives off oil wealth—how could they watch Langtuo turn its own country into a mess?

To counter these threats, Sha Mouren's newly acquired F-15 fighters were transferred to this base; should any situation arise, they could take off and intercept at any time.

Such situations are actually not common; after all, Langtuo is currently being beaten to the point of breathlessness by Yituo, and simply lacks the capability to challenge other countries.

As for Sha Mouren's combat strength……

Qin Miao looked at a big fat man sweating profusely in the shade and couldn't help but sigh, 'This is a typical rich landlord; his own strength is still trash……'

Beside her, Chu Miaomiao also sighed: 'San Shui brother, if Sha Mouren's army is all like that, then…… how can we fight?'

"A wealthy landlord, just look at the guards of the manor." Qin Miao said: 'Miaomiao, are you hot?'

"Not hot, and it's not my first time here; I've long been used to it."

"Well, Wudai and Kuse left us behind and went off; they should be going to meet friends they know here, and those friends must also become our friends, which will be very beneficial for us later."

"I understand, San Shui brother; my translation won't let you down."

Last time when we went to Yituo, Chu Miaomiao's role was translator, and it's the same this time.

As they spoke, the roar of the sports car's air surge sounded again; Qin Miao turned his head and looked toward the road behind, where two fiery red sports cars came forward, their flat noses tilted forward in an exaggerated posture, forming a smooth aerodynamic shape—only yellow-and-white alternating turn signals and running lights were visible, no headlights, but two black blocks could be seen on top, inside which were the flashing lights.

On both sides of the car doors, the door handles are recessed inward and extend to the rear, forming side air intakes; in this high-performance sports car, the engine is mounted in the rear.

This is…… the classic Ferrari 308!

The car came roaring, pulled up beside the two of them, and then stopped.

The first car's door opened; Wudai got out from the passenger seat, and the driver was a handsome young Sha Mouren.

Here, as long as one isn't pot-bellied, one could be called handsome and attractive; this guy truly is handsome, with a well-proportioned figure, wearing pilot-specific sunglasses and a flight suit—at a glance he's…… a pilot!

"Qin, Chu, come, let me introduce you." Wudai said with a laugh: 'This is Talale, my best friend here in Sha Mouren; he is currently studying flight at the nearby Faisal Air Force Academy and will graduate soon, after which he can fly fighter jets!'

This guy…… Qin Miao has an impression of him.

Born in 1961, he is the grandson of Sha Mouren's founding king, an absolutely legitimate prince; unfortunately, his mother is Moroccan, so he has no right to the throne, and moreover, Sha Mouren's throne passes from brother to brother, so it would never come to him.

Not considered marginalized, yet unable to enter the core, this guy loved racing cars from childhood; growing up, he found car racing boring and decided to fly planes instead! He came to Zaihelan, where he studied flight at the Faisal Air Force Academy and later became an F-15 pilot.

As Qin Miao knows, of course it's because this guy, at the age of 62, was still doing aerobatics in an F-15, ended up crashing and dying, which caused quite a stir at the time, with talk of conspiracy theories.

And now, this guy should have just begun learning to fly.

"Your Highness Talale, hello!" Qin Miao enthusiastically extended his hand: 'Are you a pilot? I truly envy you lot who can fly in the sky.'

Beside them, Chu Miaomiao played her role, translating in a babbling manner.

"Hello, Wudai said you saved his life and helped him a lot; you are his friend, so you are also my friend."

As they spoke, the person in the rear sports car also got out; the passenger was Kuse, and the driver was a slightly older young man who already had a small mustache on his lips.

"Qin, Chu, come, let me introduce you: this is Waleed; we happened to run into Waleed while we were going to find Talale……"

Another prince!

Sha Mouren supposedly has over five thousand princes, after all, not only sons are princes, sons-in-law are princes, nephews-in-law are princes…… and so on, branching out over decades, the number of princes snowballs.

Prince Waleed's background is also not ordinary; his father is Sha Mouren's ambassador to France, his mother is the daughter of Lituo's first prime minister; by all accounts, with such a family background he should have a bright future, but unfortunately, when he was five, his father had a close relationship with Eituo President Nasser, and it is well known that Nasser betrayed the Arab brothers and made peace with the people of David!

Thus, their family was also implicated, forced to drift to Eituo; later they returned to Sha Mouren's country, but they lost the chance to enter high-level politics.

As for Waleed, in 1972, at age 15 he went to the United States to study; in 1979, this guy returned home after completing his studies, using the $15,000 provided by his father to start a business, and later his reputation became that of the Arab world's Buffett, the Middle East's stock god!

From this one can see how formidable this guy is!

"Your Highness Waleed, it's a pleasure to meet you." Qin Miao hurriedly shook hands; having just encountered two princes, although neither has succession rights, both are quite capable, and maintaining good relations with them will be greatly beneficial for our future development.

Now that we've met, we must first give them a gift—traditional Eastern handicrafts, and I happen to have brought quite a few!

Just as he was about to get the gift, a distant roar of aircraft sounded.

The J-7s have arrived! Two J-7s, two escorting F-4s, four together—quite a spectacular sight.

The group came to Sha someone's place precisely because the J-7s were passing through on a redeployment—they first fly to Old Ba, then to Sha someone's place, and after refueling here, they'll fly straight to Yituo in one go.

Since Yituo is still at war and therefore more dangerous, Qin Miao brought Chu Miaomiao first to Sha someone's place—his reason is more than sufficient… actually… this is a case of 'the drunkard's intention is not in the wine'!

"MiG-21? This aircraft doesn't even have radar—it's long obsolete!" Talale blurted out, showing off some of the knowledge he'd learned at flight school.

Wudai felt a bit embarrassed, older brother—it's my fault for not explaining clearly; saying that will put my friend in an awkward spot!

"No." Qin Miao shook his head: "Bayonet sees red, never obsolete!"