Chapter 332

In the guesthouse, Chu Miaomiao looked at Qin Miao, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"San Shui brother, over the past month you've suffered at sea—look, your skin is all tanned, and you haven't been eating or sleeping well out there..."

"Nowhere, this is the healthy complexion of a man." Qin Miao laughed and said, "I don't want to be a pretty boy; this bronzed skin is absolutely the healthiest—you'll see soon."

Hearing Qin Miao's words, Chu Miaomiao's face flushed with shyness.

That night, in a certain small village in someone's country, an old man's door was knocked open.

"Village Chief Mahmoud, may I have you and your son's conversation heard by a third party?"

"Not yet, but… is what my son said true? I know that region—I went there when herding before, and it's all barren desert; could there really be…"

"Now, please come with us for a trip!"

"Okay!"

Mahmoud hesitated not at all and followed the people away.

"Mahmoud, aren't you afraid… that once you go, you won't come back?"

"If my son is truly fighting to defend our country, then I will be proud of him, even if I never come out again—it doesn't matter."

Mahmoud boarded the helicopter.

When the eastern sky began to lighten, the helicopter landed at an unfamiliar base; Mahmoud disembarked and saw his son with a face full of grievance.

"Father, I didn't lie—I am fighting to defend our country!"

"Hasan, what you said is correct; I completely believe you. Moreover, I know that because of my suspicion, there is a risk of leakage here. To make up for my mistake, I am willing to stay here, and I also hope I can bring my family over so I can work for everyone at the base."

Sultan looked at the old man, feeling deeply moved.

"Old sir, this isn't your fault; our base has been operating in near-isolation for almost a year, and who knows how many families are worrying about their fathers, husbands, or sons. I often receive calls from officers asking whether their loved ones have already fallen on the battlefield; if so, please send the casualty notice so they can mourn."

Speaking of this, Sultan also felt deeply moved.

Keeping things sealed like this isn't a solution! Even Sultan himself had once been questioned by his wife about whether he had taken another lover outside; if so, she demanded a divorce to free up a wife's position.

At that time, Sultan's heart was also filled with mixed emotions.

And now…

Sultan looked at the old man: "May I ask, what do you do in the village?"

"I am the village chief, and also the village's imam."

"Good, then continue serving as imam here. Our base needs an elder to lead everyone in prayer."

"Certainly, I am very willing!"

As they spoke, a roar of engines came from the rear warehouse.

The old man looked over and saw a truck start moving, pulling behind it a thick, long object…

"This… is our holy weapon, right? With it, no one will dare bully us again!"

The old man said this, bowed his head, and devoutly knelt before the truck that had just moved out.

May the true God forever bless this place!

Behind them, Qin Miao and Chu Miaomiao watched all this, also feeling deeply moved.

The people of any country all hope to obtain a great weapon that can make them stand tall!

At this moment, Sultan looked at the newly revealed great weapon, also feeling very proud; with it, someone's country will no longer fear being bullied by others!

Wait!

Just then, someone suddenly shouted: "The situation has changed—a reconnaissance satellite has temporarily altered its orbit and is now heading our way!"

"Quick, quick, drive the vehicle back!"

In an instant, there was chaos like chickens flying and dogs jumping.

We've just gotten hold of this thing and haven't figured it out yet; if we expose it now, it seems somewhat premature.

But… if this satellite is specifically aimed at them, there will always be a way.

A few hours later, the United States, the White House.

"Damn it, who can tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Yeah, Casey, you speak!"

William Casey—this time he's been made a laughingstock.

"Our guess wasn't wrong; last time when the Easterners were transporting the Truck Cannon, they also shipped the East Wind-3! Now these missiles have been assembled, and it won't be long before they officially go on alert duty."

"East Wind-3? That isn't it a huge weapon with a range of 2,800 kilometers?"

"Exactly."

"Hmph, who gave the Easterners the guts to export internationally anything with a range over 300 kilometers?"

Weinberg's face darkened: "We absolutely cannot stand by while someone's country obtains such a great weapon; this will absolutely affect the strategic balance of the entire Middle East! We must directly sanction someone's country, using economic blockade to apply all‑sided pressure."

"Weinberg, your thinking is inappropriate; it will only push someone's country toward the Soviet Union, and since someone's country ranks among the top oil producers, if they are determined to side with the USSR, they'll cut oil output, and then oil prices will rise…"

Heg was very worried; at times like this, one cannot be too hard‑line.

"Yeah, at this point we need to figure out a response; we should first use the newspapers to put the news out and test their reaction," Ronald said.

As a politician, he still had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

That night, the Washington Post received the news and immediately rushed to reprint the paper, placing the story on the front page headline.

Extra! Extra! The Easterners are selling medium‑range ballistic missiles abroad!

The next day, the whole world was in an uproar!

Someone's country, the capital.

Qin Miao hurried back from the base to the palace, where he saw an old king with a stern expression.

"Qin, you've finally come—I never expected Western intelligence to be so swift, knowing this so quickly… Now… how should we respond?"

"Your Majesty, you needn't worry; when we signed the agreement, we already declared that this missile is fully in accordance with international practice."

The old king's eyes lit up instantly: "Range three hundred, error two thousand five?"

"Correct!"

The old king's chest immediately puffed out.

"You're right, our deal fully conforms to international basic standards, and we haven't done anything wrong! Why should we be blamed by them?"

"Your Majesty, the American ambassador has arrived!"

"Qin, go rest in the back for now; tonight we'll eat roasted camel together in the palace. I need to clear things up with the Americans."

"All right, Your Majesty, I'll go now."