Chapter 152: The Skyrushing Monkey with a 300‑km Range and a 1,000‑km Error

We're here to sell aircraft; the client has no money, so we must find a way to get them money. Mr. Sha is a big spender, so of course we need to open their pockets.

But Mr. Sha isn't foolish; even if it's for face, they were forced to spend money on Yituo, yet they're still unhappy. Now, His Majesty can't say this directly, so it's left to us subordinates to say.

How will Brother San Shui answer?

Such matters should normally be handled by a seasoned diplomat, but… the East and Mr. Sha have no diplomatic relations yet, official contact is inconvenient, and Qin Miao's position is actually more suitable; even if he stirs up trouble, the superiors can easily smooth things over.

Furthermore, the superiors don't even know about these Skyrushing Monkeys; it's all just Qin Miao talking off the cuff.

How should Brother San Shui answer?

"We in the East have a saying: when the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold. You Arabs likely have a similar proverb. Langtuo has a big appetite, wanting to export their model across the Arab world; they drove out the Pahlavi King and want to oust more kings. Now, helping Yituo is helping you."

Qin Miao spoke while glancing at the person who raised the question, Suertan, a wise military strategist! Upon hearing Qin Miao's words, he merely gave a cold smile, clearly implying, "What does this wet-behind-the-ears kid know?"

"Of course, I also know what you're worried about. Shadamu is a lion; if he hadn't gone to war with Langtuo, he might have turned and attacked Mr. Sha instead—that fellow might just be a self‑important madman."

Chu Miaomiao blinked. "Brother San Shui, is what you're saying appropriate?"

However, after catching a glimpse of Qin Miao's resolute expression, Chu Miaomiao decided to translate faithfully; if we really anger someone, we'll bear the consequences together with Brother San Shui.

After uttering the gibberish Arabic, Chu Miaomiao was surprised to see that the middle‑aged man who had just been sneering now stopped laughing, merely widened his eyes at Qin Miao—clearly he was wondering, "How do you know that?"

They aren't unwilling to help Yituo; they just fear being overpowered. Langtuo is their greatest enemy, and an old Arab saying goes: if there's a lion and a Persian in the desert, don't hesitate—take out the Persian first!

Langtuo is their eternal enemy; they'd love to see Shadamu fight Langtuo, but… they also guard against Shadamu, believing that if both sides suffer mutual destruction, that's the best outcome.

"Everyone, it now looks like Yituo has the upper hand and has invaded Langtuo's homeland, but I must say this is only because Langtuo hasn't reacted yet; once they recover from the initial chaos of war, they'll swiftly launch a counteroffensive, not only repelling Yituo's attack but also bringing the war to Yituo's homeland."

"You're not optimistic about Yituo?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the Langtuo people… are even less afraid of death."

This war is brutal—fighting a WWII‑era conflict with 1980s weaponry, and that's exactly who they are.

There's a minefield ahead—what do we do? Find a bunch of fearless youths, give them a pep talk from the mullah, and they'll charge into the minefield heedless of death, using their bodies to sweep the mines!

With such fighting spirit, how could Yituo possibly lose?

Everyone fell silent. Only the old king's eyes remained bright.

"Even now, the sky belongs to Langtuo; you've surely heard that without air superiority you have nothing, so we must boost Yituo's air power! If we order now, the fighters won't be delivered for two or three years—by then Yituo will surely be in dire need of jets……"

If you really wait until then to buy, it'll be too late—Yituo will have been crushed, and what good outcome could you expect?

"All of this is based on your speculation—what if your speculation is wrong?" Suertan spoke again; no matter what, he still couldn't believe Langtuo would launch a counteroffensive.

They don't care about one or two hundred million dollars; they're afraid Yituo's power would become too great!

"Even if my speculation is off, those hundred J‑7 fighters in Yituo's hands could only take on second‑generation jets, not third‑generation ones—especially not the powerful F‑15s you hold—and they'd have no chance of winning."

Now it was Mashadani's turn to be surprised: "What are you saying? You certainly didn't say that when you were at the Air Force base!"

"What did I say? I only said, 'Bayonets taste blood, never outdated'—did I claim the J‑7 could beat the F‑15?"

Come to think of it, Qin Miao never actually said that—it was Wudai talking about expending missiles, and then … whatever!

"Alright, everyone, I've said all I needed to say; whether to fund Yituo's purchase of these fighters is still up to you."

At the head table, after a long silence, King Fahde finally spoke: "Yituo is our brother; we can't stand by and let them fall behind—let's treat this batch of fighters as a gift to our Yituo friends."

"Hmm, I agree too. Right, Qin, do you still have an export deal for surface‑to‑surface missiles?"

Qin Miao's face lit up: "If the Yituo friends knew you were willing to fund the surface‑to‑surface missiles as well, they'd certainly be thrilled!"

Everyone felt embarrassed.

We never intended to fund that; we just wanted to inquire about the surface‑to‑surface missiles—in fact, that's our main goal!

Now, after Qin Miao put it that way, they found it hard to object.

"How about those surface‑to‑surface missiles—what's their performance and price?"

"Five thousand dollars each, with a minimum order of one thousand—so under fifty million dollars total. The fighter batch, calculated at high spec, comes to 150 million dollars; together the two projects total exactly two hundred million!" Qin Miao didn't answer the performance question, he just gave the price.

Spending 150 million dollars, then another 50 million—it hardly seems like much.

"Hmm, that price isn't bad—cheaper than a Scud—but what about the performance?"

"It has a range of 150 kilometers and a 500‑kilogram warhead—it's an advanced surface‑to‑surface missile……"

Qin Miao went on with his spiel, but it was obvious everyone's interest had already waned from earlier.

"Is there a longer‑range version?" Suertan asked again.

"A 300‑kilometer range is the international baseline; even though we haven't signed those agreements, we still follow customary international practice—our Eastern Skyrushing Monkeys can only go up to 300 km; anything farther can't be exported."

"Really? That's indeed……"

"But the margin of error is uncertain—it could be as little as a hundred meters or as much as over a thousand kilometers."

Everyone's eyes lit up.