Syria, Damascus, the headquarters of the Chinese military delegation aid to Syria.

The building at the station was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. A T-45D squadron from the country was closely guarding it, and no outside spying or peeping was allowed. In the building, Zhou Qingfeng took off his ragged military uniform and mechanical exoskeleton that had been wearing for several days, and took a shower in the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Xiao Jinlang was taking a camera and taking a photo of the mechanical exoskeleton. After taking a long time of photography, he shouted to the bathroom with regret: "You kid made me so hard this time, how many days can you lend me this set of things?"

"Go to dream! It would be great if I could let you take pictures. Take away the ragged optical camouflage, I don't care about that." Zhou Qingfeng changed into clean underwear and looked at the dirty laundry basket outside the bathroom, and found that the optical camouflage that was originally thrown there had been taken away.

Optical camouflage also has backups, but the mechanical exoskeleton only has one prototype. Zhou Qingfeng walked out and stood directly on the leg frame of the mechanical exoskeleton. The nuclear melting battery that he had been holding in his hand was stuck into the power bag. After the entire set of equipment was started, it quickly attached to his body.

Xiao Jinlang took a look at the small black square that Zhou Qingfeng never left, and his heart was like a cat scratching. The fool also knew that the most important thing about "Lin Sen" was the core of the power pack.

"Your battery is the real high-end product." Xiao Jinlang was quite envious in his words. Zhou Qingfeng provided the technology and physical objects of energy batteries, which greatly narrowed the gap between China and the United States in related fields. In contrast, Zhou Qingfeng's battery is the most unpredictable.

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and thought to himself: I don’t even know the origin of this battery. This thing was 20 years ago, so I can’t find out who developed it? What’s mysterious in the wasteland? His nuclear fusion battery is definitely the most mysterious!

Putting on his coat and with various lengths of guns and weapons, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his helmet and threw it on his palm, saying, "Sorry, you said you were not going to deal with the American T-51b, and I don't know where this enemy is."

"Forget it." Xiao Jinlang waved his hand with lingering fear, "I am afraid of you as a troublemaker. You are still..."

Lao Xiao wanted to ask Zhou Qingfeng to return to China, but he thought that this guy couldn't control himself even when he returned to China. Especially if he didn't know what he was doing in secret, he really didn't know how to resettle him.

"Why don't you stay by my side for a while?" Xiao Jinlang asked.

"What can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Be my bodyguard for a few days. Damascus is not stable." Xiao Jinlang said.

The aftermath of Palmyra's incident has not yet been resolved, and no one can tell how the subsequent situation will be unfolded? When Zhou Qingfeng suddenly appeared today, Xiao Jinlang was overjoyed. But now he dared not let Zhou Qingfeng leave, let alone take him back to his country. He could only think about reporting to his superiors first and then checking the situation.

"Body Guard?" Zhou Qingfeng immediately shook his head, "I won't do it."

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Zhou is not someone who can be a bodyguard safely. Instead of being a bodyguard, he might as well go back to China to play with a girl.

Xiao Jinlang scratched his head again, "Why don't you go and help train the Syrian government forces? Put on makeup and make up, and no one can recognize him."

Zhou Qingfeng's original identity was a member of the Chinese military delegation aid to Syria, and others were staring at the training. Maybe Xiao Jinlang would also have to follow him, just to find something for Zhou Qingfeng to avoid running around.

This kid will definitely cause trouble if he runs away.

"Let me train those trash from the government forces? Let me tell you, those trash are not as good as women." When it comes to the Syrian government forces, Zhou Qingfeng was not angry. There are many cowardly troops in the world, but there are few such cowardly as the Syrian government forces.

An army that escapes into a wind and has no fighting spirit will not be able to support the mud and no matter how hard it is to train, it is useless. Syria is now considered to be a country and a family has been destroyed, but its army is shameless at all.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't do this thankless thing. He said openly: "Even if I go to train a bunch of Syrian women, I can train a powerful team that has been sweeping the Middle East. Men in this place are more and more useless."

"Where are women in the Middle East for you to train?" Xiao Jinlang replied angrily. In order to find something for Zhou Qingfeng to avoid this disaster from running around idle and having nothing to do, Lao Xiao could only go to find other people in the delegation to ask for an idea.

As a result, the delegation of aided Syria asked Zhou Qingfeng to help manage the logistics.

"Conscientious about logistics? Eat, drink, defecation?" Zhou Qingfeng said in his heart: As for me, is it so miserable?

"No, no, no, logistics work is very important, and it is not just about eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. There is also a lot of work to do. In fact, the military in Syria is currently very diverse. If you don't want to deal with the Syrian government forces, you can deal with other troops.

For example, there is a revolutionary guard in Iran stationed in Zabadani, northwest of Damascus, specifically to assist the Assad regime in Syria. The situation of this force is not very good. To put it bluntly, it is also poor, and people are also seeking assistance from us."

Xiao Jinlang also thought for a long time. The job he found for Zhou Qingfeng was quite special, which was to recycle various abandoned weapons and equipment on the battlefield, especially heavy equipment. This did not require too much contact with outsiders, but just ran around. It just suited Zhou Qingfeng's unfree temperament.

When Chinese people talk about military power, they always stare at the world's number one overlord, such as the United States. But in fact, except for the East Asian Monster House, the military power in other parts of the world is far behind. For example, in the Middle East, Iran has become a force that cannot be ignored with its extremely general power.

Among the countries that believe in the Green Church, Iran is relatively ambitious. Its country is relatively stable and the army is a little combat-effective, the key is to be a little poor.

In order to stabilize the situation in the Middle East, Iran has vigorously assisted the Syrian government. Now thousands of Iranian soldiers have died in Syria. Is the combat effectiveness of their army at least far from the level of the five slags in the war?

"Let me collect and manage logistics vehicles?" Zhou Qingfeng thought through the literal meaning, "It feels like picking up garbage in the back."

In the wasteland, you pick up garbage, and when you return to the real world, you pick up garbage?

"It's also meaningful to pick up garbage." Xiao Jinlang explained: "At present, the Syrian government forces are consuming a lot of weapons and equipment, and they are eager to get too much supplements. It is very necessary to recover some weapons and equipment from the battlefield.

We have assisted the Syrian government in a logistics maintenance ordnance factory. Don’t underestimate this logistics factory, it can greatly improve the logistics support of the Syrian government forces. This is very critical in the Middle East, but it has never attracted much attention."

It sounds so interesting. Zhou Qingfeng has experience in picking up garbage in the wasteland. Thinking about it, it seems quite fun to pick up garbage in the real world, but I just don’t know what I can pick up?

"Okay, I know you're worried that I'll run around again. If you pick up trash, pick up trash. I'll do it for ten days and half a month." Zhou Qingfeng agreed, "But I have to have the freedom to move, and at most I guarantee not to go to the battlefield."
Chapter completed!