Half an hour later, a group of tall Mauer people, surrounded by several Yin army generals, walked in dusty.

They were indeed old men, Saddam concluded from their Viking accents and rough appearance.

Moreover, the leader seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before...

"Dear President, I am Yuri Victor. In 1991, I came to Baghdad with our delegation and had the honor to meet Mr. President." Victor took out something from his jacket pocket.

A treasured old photo was respectfully handed to Saddam.

Saddam looked at this old photo that was already wrinkled and whitened, and some vague memories slowly emerged in his brain and became clear.

He laughed, pointed at the gray figure in the photo, and said, "Well, of course I remember, but at that time, you were still a staff attaché. What? Now you have been promoted?"

Victor smiled slightly and said in a solemn tone: "Dear President, I am no longer a soldier."

"Huh?" Saddam was a little stunned.

Victor winked at him again and said: "I am now the trade representative of a European company. This time I am representing our company to conduct normal business transactions with you. These are private behaviors, and I can't do anything with Mao Russia."

It doesn’t matter at all!”

After hearing what he said, Saddam suddenly understood and laughed so hard: "Yes, yes! This is a normal business transaction, not an act between countries."

He suppressed laughter, but kept cursing in his heart: "Damn old Mao, you are so cowardly, you don't want to sell weapons to me, but you pretend to be a deal with an ordinary company! It seems that Mao Er

It’s really getting worse and worse, so the Americans are so frightened that they hide at home and don’t dare to come out!”

Wuwuwuwuwu...

at this time.

Outside, in the sky over Baghdad, another sharp, long blast sounded.

Saddam's face twitched slightly, but soon turned into a completely fearless expression, laughing and scolding: "The damn American fly is here again, we don't need to worry about it, but I don't know Mr. Victor

, what kind of gift has it brought to us?”

Two guards brought some specialties, including cantaloupe, watermelon, and other tropical fruits. The tropical desert climate in the Middle East means that local crops seem to be able to store water.

Of course, the most famous local fruit in Yinlak is the date palm. He picked one up and threw it into his mouth while calling Victor.

Victor was unmoved, just smiled and waved someone to carry in a wooden box with many wooden boards nailed on it.

This wooden box is not big, only a few tens of centimeters in size. Seeing that the accompanying people carried it easily, it can be seen that it is not a very heavy thing.

Saddam asked doubtfully: "This is..."

His face could not hide the disappointment. What he needed now was a large number of fighter jets and equipment that could restore the functionality of the radar station. Obviously, these things would not be hidden in this small wooden box.

Victor did not let anyone open the wooden box directly, nor did he answer his questions. Instead, he talked about the recent war situation in the Middle East.

"I heard that your country's fighter jets no longer dare to take off, and the tanks are also hidden in underground air raid shelters. Faced with the continuous bombing by the United States, your country's only countermeasure is to use Scuds.

Fight back?"

Saddam's face turned red with anger, he clenched his fists tightly, and even wanted to overturn the table.

Don’t hit someone in the face without slapping someone in the face, scold someone without exposing someone’s shortcomings, don’t you even understand this bit of human sophistication?

But looking at the other party's solemn expression, he finally knew that he was asking for something. He endured it for a long time before nodding and uttering two words:

"Yes".

Obviously, his face has been slapped.

Victor was a lookless guy. He didn't notice Saddam's displeasure, but continued to ask: "The hit rate of the Scud missile is indeed very poor. It can hit one kilometer around the target, which is considered very good."

Not bad.”

"Come to think of it, your results are not ideal, is that right?"

Saddam was so angry that his chest was about to explode.

Yinlak's airspace allows American fighter planes to enter and exit freely. This is not because the quality of your aircraft is so poor!

Our missiles cannot hit the enemy because your technology is not good enough!

Now, you have the nerve to ask me if this is the case?

His breathing became a little heavy, and he wanted to walk away several times, but looking at Majid who kept winking next to him, he suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "Mr. Victor, what exactly do you want to say?"

?American bombings are becoming more and more frequent, basically twenty or thirty times a day."

"If we are defeated, I believe it will not do you any good. American soldiers will stand on your border sooner or later. I wonder what your country will do at that time?"

Although he controlled himself from getting angry, he still couldn't help but mock Lao Maozi for his cowardice.

Victor smiled sarcastically: "These policies were made by Mr. President, I just carried out the orders."

"Okay, then let me get back to the topic. What I brought this time is an improved product developed based on the Scud missile's navigation system. It can ensure that your missile, after being launched, will not be more than one circle away from the target.

Hundred meters!”

"I believe that with this system, you will be able to deal an extremely heavy blow to the US military!"

Saddam's anger turned into joy.

With an error of one hundred meters, this accuracy is quite high.

Within this error range, he is sure to blow up the U.S. military to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers.

As a general who has fought in wars for more than ten years, he knows that if this improved guidance system can really reach the level mentioned by the other party, it can definitely reverse the passive situation at this moment to some extent.

It is even possible that through continuous bloodletting of the US military, it is possible to force them to be led by the nose.

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When he thought of this, he became so excited that he couldn't help but ask questions: "How much does this guidance system cost? How many sets are you prepared to provide us? How long does it take to modify one?"

"In addition, if you can send professionals to help us rebuild our air defense system, then we will have absolute confidence that the Americans will be completely defeated!"

The air force commander next to him also came over and said, "It would be best if you could sell us more Su-27s, so that we won't be afraid of having an air battle with them."

"That's right!" Majid, as a diplomatic representative, also said: "If we had two hundred Su-27s, we would certainly be much tougher when speaking to the outside world."

Victor pretended to be calm on his face, but he was complaining in his heart. He was not really a special envoy of Mauritius and Russia. At present, he only had a few sets of Scud guidance systems in his hands. He had no other arms to sell to them.

However, at this time he could no longer get off the stage.

Victor adjusted his mentality and said thoughtfully: "We are here mainly to help you improve the Scud's guidance system and test its effect. Our quotation for these systems is US$2.8 million.

, the modification fee is 200,000 U.S. dollars, and as for the rest, I can only wait until I go back to report, and then the higher-ups will make a decision."

Saddam's heart sank, and the expression on his face became unpleasant.

Lao Maozi is just like always, using inferior products that he has never tried before using them to defraud money. Their other demands are also deliberately ignored and avoided.

Damn it, you are treating my place as a testing ground for new weapons!

His attitude was so cold that he asked Victor and the others to rest, but they expressed their hope to get to work as soon as possible and complete the modification of these six guidance systems as soon as possible.

Faced with their rather responsible attitude.

Saddam's face looked a little better, and then he asked someone to take them to a secret factory.
Chapter completed!