Chapter 61: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

A sensation of weightlessness came, and before Khalid could react, he felt several pairs of hands steadily catch him.

The next second, he was tossed into the air again.

After repeating this several times, the group finally stopped and put Khalid down.

And the originally steady and composed Xiao Sadell had now completely turned into a madman; his whole body threw itself onto that mortar, his slender fingers stroking the barrel inch by inch, and those blue eyes of his began showing signs of turning green.

Seeing him like this, the people beside him couldn't help but retreat a few steps; Khalid retreated the fastest, and the farthest.

After acting crazy toward the mortar for a while, Xiao Sadell collected the excitement on his face, turned around with a serious air, wanting Khalid to teach him how to operate this cannon.

But before he could even open his mouth, Khalid spoke first:

"Let's go, we need to pack things up and take them back!"

"Ah?"

"Two explosions in a row — someone's bound to come check soon. This thing isn't suitable for exposure right now; if it's exposed, we'll be in big trouble."

With those few sentences, Khalid successfully dispelled Xiao Sadell's idea of continuing to play with the mortar.

Iraq's 438,300 square kilometers of land — if you had to describe it in one sentence, it would be: shallow water, many turtles; big shots everywhere.

First there are Iraq's Shia and Sunni — a grudge passed down for thousands of years, then infinitely magnified during the former president's tenure.

Besides that, the Shia and Sunni internally are also split into several factions; these factions often fight to the death, and if they get a chance to stab a knife in, they'll do it without hesitation.

Beyond religious factions, there are also the Kurds up north.

In a palm-sized place, some are sponsored by Turkey, some by Iran, some by America.

They don't even feel crowded.

Aside from local factions, there are also foreign meddlers.

NATO, Gulf States, Russia.

Every single force here wishes all the other forces' nine clans would die out.

If others found out he had a doomsday weapon in hand, those guys around him would absolutely unite without hesitation, then slap a label on him.

They might even join forces with America and plant a bag of laundry detergent on him.

Once that happened, his father would very likely abandon him; for him, that would truly be crying to heaven with no answer, crying to earth with no response.

Sucking in a cold breath, Xiao Sadell tilted his head:

"Zaide, take a few men and clean up the scene; everyone else, load the cannon and the electric pressure cookers onto trucks ASAP and send them back to the city."

"Head north along the desert first, make a loop, then return to the city."

"Khalid, you ride with me."

After assigning tasks to his subordinates, Xiao Sadell directly jumped onto the truck carrying the electric pressure cookers and the mortar, acting as the truck driver.

Khalid also entered work mode, directing the men below to quickly disassemble; in under 5 minutes, that mortar was taken apart, loaded onto the truck, and not a trace could be seen anymore.

Vehicles started up, then scattered and left separately.

The truck drove north along the desert edge all the way until farmland appeared in the headlights; only then did Xiao Sadell turn east and slowly enter Karbala.

Back at the stronghold, Xiao Sadell's hanging heart finally settled; he also finally had time to ask Khalid for more information.

In the dimly lit room, Xiao Sadell sat cross-legged, pushing a plate of crispy flatbread and a plate of yogurt in front of Khalid; only then did he open the conversation:

"This trip to China — besides what you mentioned a moment ago, is there anything else?"

"For example..."

He gestured animatedly, waited for Khalid to look up at him, then quickly added:

"For example, this so-called cannon, and that so-called electric pressure cooker — can the China side supply them?"

At the other end of the carpet, Khalid's gaze moved away from Xiao Sadell and returned to that plate of flatbread and yogurt.

He now understood why, when eating in China, Ahmed would say: "It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance to frugality."

This presentation.

Really makes you not want to eat.

But if he didn't eat, he'd be hungry.

He reached out, broke off a piece of flatbread, dipped it in the yogurt for a full circle, then stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it down in two or three bites.

With a bit of food in his empty stomach, Khalid's exhausted body got some relief; he sucked in a breath of fresh air, pulled open his clothes, and from his inner pocket took out the note Ahmed had passed on.

Casually tossing it, the note landed in Xiao Sadell's hand:

"This is the mortar's after-sales — how many propellant bags needed for how many kilometers."

"This trip to China, I bought 5 million USD of electric pressure cookers, and 5 million USD of mortars."

"The situation inside was special, so I couldn't contact you all this time; you'll need to explain this to your father."

"As for the supply issue..."

The words stopped; Khalid involuntarily recalled what Lin Yi had said.

Normal shifts, 10,000 electric pressure cookers a day.

Overtime, 20,000 a day.

Thought it was terrifying at the time; thinking back now, still terrifying.

He raised both hands and lightly patted his cheeks a few times, then continued:

"You don't need to worry about supply volume. The 5 million USD of electric pressure cookers was originally 68,000-plus units; that Chinese man topped it up to 70,000 for me."

「If he goes all out in production, he can produce twenty thousand units a day……」

「As for the mortars……」

「His factory is still under construction; once construction is complete, it will probably take only about a month to finish delivering the order, and if he goes all out in production afterward, there will probably be about one thousand Gas Cylinders a day. 」

「You……don't need to worry at all……」

「What you need to worry about is where we can get so much Explosives. If TNT is Not Enough, then we'll have to get enough ammonium nitrate. 」

「As long as we have enough ammonium nitrate to make Explosives, we……」

His words trailed off, Khalid slowly raised his eyes, and under the lamplight, his blue eyes were especially bright.

Especially spirited.

Just as Xiao Sadell was preparing to ask the rest of his words, a clear voice rang out in the Room:

「We can counterattack! 」

「We can blow up those NATO army bunkers, blow up those Kurdish houses, blow up those Sunni bastards' homes. 」

「The situation has changed! We can counterattack! 」

The voice wasn't loud, and was even a bit hoarse, but that hoarse voice made Xiao Sadell very excited.

In 2003, the Iraq War broke out.

From then on, the gunfire in Iraq never stopped.

From 2003 to now, six years have already passed; endure a bit longer, and it will be seven years.

Seven years of chaos has made people tired of everything, and has made many people start to get used to it.

No one likes war.

If something doesn't happen soon, these opposition armed forces of theirs will have to exit the historical stage.

These big killers Khalid brought back, if used properly, they can indeed counterattack, drive out the NATO army led by America, and chop off all the hands reaching into Iraq.

Let Iraqis govern Iraq themselves.

Let Iraq become quiet, peaceful, and prosperous again!

Of course, it would be best if he himself could become president.