Chapter 162: with translation of chapter title

In a remote Middle Eastern region, in the desert.

"Is this the Eastern ground-to-ground missile?" Sultan looked at the equipment before him: an inclined launch rack, on which sat a two-stage missile, the upper stage of which still needed liquid fuel added—this… no matter how you look at it, it looks just like a SAM-2!

"That's right, this missile is a weapon specially provided by the East to fill the firepower gap between our vehicle-mounted howitzers and Scud missiles, with a range of 150 kilometers and a warhead weight of 500 kilograms." Wudai wore a satisfied smile.

Everything is settled! The funding for the J-7 and this missile is all paid for by someone from Sha, and Sha Damu's face broke into a grin as he praised his two sons all day long!

When Sha Damu heard that someone from Sha wanted to see this missile, he immediately had his son personally lead a team over!

"This thing is a bit small."

"That's right, it's not big in size, but its precision is very high; we've already used it on the front lines—point and shoot, it's extremely effective!"

"Really? Could you give us a demonstration?"

"Of course!"

As Wudai gave the order, preparations began immediately; when the chemical troops wearing gas masks came up to add fuel, everyone stayed far away.

"The target position has been set!"

"Gyro activated, missile activated!"

"Fire!"

As this sound rang out, a scorching flame suddenly burst from the missile's tail, and the missile began to fly forward, gaining speed.

Whoosh!

The missile has flown far away, leaving only the white smoke from the launch in the sky, gradually dissipating.

This is a ground-to-ground missile! When they tried to buy one from the Americans, the Americans wouldn't even sell one with a shorter range!

This is a formidable weapon!

As for those with a range of three hundred kilometers and an error of over a thousand kilometers… I really look forward to them!

"Firing range report: impact point deviation thirty-two meters!"

"Indeed, the precision is very high." Hearing the news over the radio, Sultan said with feeling.

"That's only natural! Weapons produced by the East are top-notch! Previously… the East only did military aid, not arms sales; otherwise we could have already purchased from the East, and of course it's not too late now… Your Highness Sultan, should we Sha people purchase weapons from the East?"

Sultan shook his head: "No, we don't need them; we're all Western weapons, incompatible."

That statement is correct.

The Soviet and American systems are two different systems; those accustomed to American equipment find Soviet gear awkward, roughly made, with various minor issues, while those used to Soviet equipment find American gear awkward to handle. This point, Egypt has the most say—after switching to American fighter jets, the ground crew took several years to learn how to maintain them properly.

However, this only applies to existing equipment; if there is none to begin with, such as ballistic missiles, probably only the East has them!

"Let's go check out the firing range, Wudai—are you coming?"

"No, I want to go to Riyadh."

Wudai can't endure hardship.

"Hmm, go ahead."

Amid the helicopter's roar, Sultan gazed at the land below when suddenly the pilot in the front cabin heard something, turned his head, pointed at Sultan's headset, and then turned the knob.

Thus, the sound reached Sultan's ears.

"I am Sultan."

"Your Highness Sultan, the Peregrine Falcon Project has received a response!"

Sultan instantly rejoiced: "Quick, return to Riyadh immediately!"

On the ground, luxury off-vehicles sped by, while Wudai and the others still gazed at the scenery on either side, thinking about how to have fun once they reached Riyadh; overhead, the helicopter had already flown past.

Upon arriving in Riyadh, night had already fallen; Sultan went straight into the palace and saw the other excited people.

"Did the Easterners agree?"

"Yes, the message coming back from there is agreement."

"This Qin is just too amazing!" Sultan marveled, originally thinking it would take a month or two to lobby, possibly even fail, but he hadn't expected good news to arrive so quickly.

"That's right, we still underestimated his ability; it seems he is someone who can contact the Eastern high-ups. Next, we need to send people to the East for inspection." said King Khaled seated at the main position.

Although the East agreed, we can't just transfer funds right away; we need to see the weapons and equipment first. Sha may have lots of money, but they're not stupid—what if they get scammed?

"Yeah, we need to send someone over." Sultan nodded, and then… he felt pairs of eyes gazing at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Sultan, my brother, we all think it's most appropriate for you to go yourself; what do you think?"

Sultan solemnly nodded: "Alright, since it's needed, I'll go—but… we need a proper reason, so as not to arouse outside suspicion."

Besides, since Sha has not established diplomatic relations with the East, a high official like Sultan suddenly going to visit the East would attract the attention of many intelligence organizations; if the news leaked, this purchase could fall through under pressure from all sides.

"Should we pose as international wealthy merchants, use false names, avoid everyone's eyes, quietly reach the East, and complete this purchase without anyone knowing?" Salman said.

"No." Sultan shook his head: "If everything goes smoothly, there's naturally no problem, but if sharp-eyed people spot us, it will arouse even stronger suspicion."

If there weren't some hidden motive, how could we possibly conceal our movements?

"Then couldn't we first go to a neighboring country, conduct a superficial state visit, and then secretly reach the East?" Fahad said.

"No, that still carries a risk of leakage." Sultan continued shaking his head.

On the throne, Khaled spoke slowly: "No matter what cover-up we try, there's always a chance of leakage, so… should we just go ahead and openly purchase weapons in the East?"

Everyone was shocked.

Go openly? What's the reason?

The equipment produced by the East has already been delivered to Egypt's hands—whether it's the Truck Cannon or fighter jets, they're quite good—so we're very interested and want to go see for ourselves.

This… is awesome!

Sultan nodded: "That's right, we'll go openly and aboveboard; that makes it harder to arouse suspicion. At the same time, we can also leak a little word that Egypt's fighter jet purchase is funded by our money, so our visit to look is reasonable. By the way, the East also has many light industrial products that we Sha people urgently need…"

Never mind that—their special plane's crew is trained by the Americans, and the plane itself was bought from the Americans; wherever it flies, the Americans will know, so we might as well go openly to the East to visit, check out the Truck Cannon, check out the fighter jets! Check out all kinds of light industrial products!

"Alright, let's do it that way. Sultan, the whole operation will be planned by you alone, selecting the most suitable people to go; now our Peregrine Falcon Project can finally officially begin!"