Rebirth of the Flying Era

"What a coincidence~" Du Fei smiled and stepped forward to shake hands with Natasha: "Comrade Natasha."

Natasha snorted softly and said, "You are so powerful now. You just made such a big noise in Southeast Asia, and now you have come to the Middle East. What do you want to do?"

Du Fei chuckled and said: "Look at what you said, it seems that I can't make a living anywhere, I just make a living and make money~"

Natasha curled her lips: "Don't use such words to prevaricate. Last time, I was almost called over by KGB because of your incident in Siam."

Du Fei said he was very sorry, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. How could he still show up here if he was really going to be called?

What’s more, Natasha’s grandfather and father are not ordinary people.

Natasha didn't dwell on this matter, and instead complained: "You are really nice here, but I can only live in a hotel with average conditions."

Du Fei heard her teasing and said disapprovingly: "Isn't this strange? We Huaguo believe in exchanging sincerity for sincerity. I treat Ka Dazuo as a brother, and he treats me like a brother. You don't take others seriously, and you still Are you referring to someone who is sincere to you?"

 Natasha was speechless.

Du Fei was right. Su Lian did not pay much attention to Ka Dazuo.

Natasha snorted and said, "Looking for a place to sit?"

Du Fei knew that she must have come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, but there was no need to avoid anyone when talking to this woman.

The two of them found a place to sit down. Natasha crossed her legs, exposing half of her white and straight calves.

Should I say it or not, this woman is indeed very beautiful. There is no fault in her body, except for her deep and sharp eyes, which shows that she is not a flower vase.

"Du Fei, I'm curious, what are you here to do?" Natasha looked at Du Fei.

Du Fei said playfully: "Didn't I just say that of course it is for making money, otherwise wouldn't it be nice to stay at home with my wife?"

Natasha frowned and said: "Making money? Every time I see you, I always use this word. Have you really given up your faith and turned to America?"

Du Fei smiled: "If we are short of money, of course we have to make money. If we had a family as rich as yours and a living standard like yours, I wouldn't be so vulgar. It's a pity that if we didn't, we would have accumulated the wealth of our flowers and fruits over thousands of years." Wealth was completely lost in just a hundred years after 1840, and Principal Chang took away the last gold before he left. What do you want us to do?"

Natasha was silent, because they were also the ones who attacked Huaguo in the first place.

Du Fei continued: "As for completely falling over to America, I can't even talk about it. It's just a temporary cooperation, each getting what he needs. Isn't this also forced by you? If you relax a few years ago, you will not As for getting it today.”

 At this point, Du Fei sighed: "With all due respect, if Comrade Iron and Steel was still here, with his foresight, this situation would never have happened."

Natasha clicked her tongue.

Du Fei said: "Comrade Steel knows better than anyone else that you cannot compete with the West on your own. Only by cooperating with us can you maintain balance and even find opportunities to gain advantage. It's a pity..."

Du Fei looked out the window, his tone full of regret: "Your successors don't understand at all. Comrade Natasha, you are blinded by your apparent strength, and you are so self-inflated that you think you can crush everything. In fact... you are not that powerful at all." powerful."

Natasha frowned, obviously not liking hearing this: "Are we not strong enough? Our production of steel, oil, tractors, fertilizers, and cement have all surpassed America's, becoming the number one in the world. We are one under extreme circumstances. We can produce a thousand tanks and hundreds of advanced fighter jets every month. Isn’t this strong enough?”

Du Fei smiled and said: "Everything you said is correct, but what about the industrial mother machine? If I am right, your industrial mother machine has always been weak. You can only buy second-hand goods that have been eliminated by the West. It is at least behind the West in terms of technical level. ten years."

Natasha was stunned for a moment. She was hit hard and didn’t know what to say.

Du Fei continued: "Of course, your engineers have many wonderful ideas and have bypassed some difficulties with many genius ideas. But it cannot change the fact that we are lagging behind. Sooner or later, you will stumble on this."

Natasha was furious and retorted: "We are lagging behind, are you good?"

Du Fei said indifferently: "Of course we are further behind, so we are doing everything we can to make money. Only with money can we develop, engage in research and development, and catch up. Besides, why are we lagging behind? We don't have to compete with America for first place. Now our The mission is to survive and to keep the people fed and clothed."

Natasha was speechless and could only say weakly: "We are also catching up, and very quickly. I believe that in the near future, our industrial base will definitely surpass that of the West."

Du Fei sneered mercilessly: "I think it will be difficult for you to catch up. This is the foundation of industry, and the gap is difficult to close. And as I said just now, you are lost in your own strength, and your minds are no longer clear... "

 In fact, until ten years later, Sailian still failed to solve the problem of industrial processing accuracy.

 The core of this problem is the industrial machine tool. We even used special means to obtain high-precision five-axis machine tools from Japan at all costs.

 Carried out the famous winter solstice incident.

The most fundamental reason is that as the processing precision of industrial products becomes higher and higher, SRAM’s shortcomings in this area have become increasingly apparent and can no longer be concealed.

 It is still more than ten years away from that time. Western industrial machine tools have not yet been iterated, and the gap is not that big.

 Natasha's face turned even more ugly and she asked, "What do you mean?"

Du Fei still smiled and said: "It's not interesting, it's just a matter of fact. Haven't you seen it yet? You have fallen into America's trap."

 “What do you mean?” Natasha pursed her lips and suppressed the anger in her heart.

If it had been anyone else, she would have had an attack a long time ago. She was not a religious man, but Du Fei was not the **** around her.

Even the famous young talents in Moscow look young compared to Du Fei's resume.

Du Fei said: "Isn't the Agreement on Measures to Reduce the Risk of Mushroom War that you signed with America the year before last year a self-inflicted trap? You seem to have forgotten your strengths."

Having said this, Du Fei smiled half-smilingly and looked deeply at Natasha: "Your strengths are the torrent of steel, which is a strong heavy industry foundation that can explode in production in a short period of time. Take tanks as an example, maybe your The T62 is not the best, but you can produce five tanks when the enemy produces one, and use sheer quantity to make up for the lack of quality. This is your advantage."

Natasha nodded subconsciously.

Du Fei shook his head: "But what did you do? You actually gave up your advantage. I can responsibly say that if a war breaks out now, you will undoubtedly be able to bulldoze Western Europe. It's a pity..."

Natasha frowned and said, "Is there a war?"

Du Fei understood what she meant. In fact, even though Sulian had been aggressive throughout the 1970s, they were more afraid of war.

The population issue has always been a pain point for them. They lost too much of their population during World War II, and now it is the age when those people have grown up.

Du Fei said: "Of course war is not good, but this is the only track where you can win. Now you have given up... to compete with America for the superiority of the system. This kind of competition is completely subjective and has no hard targets. In the end, there is only one result, which is...deception! In a short period of time, regardless of the consequences, many beautiful promises are made but cannot be fulfilled. This is the strength of the Americans, and you cannot play with it."

Natasha frowned and said: "You also said that it was deception. Once discovered by the people, beautiful lies will become the epitaph of those hypocritical capitalists."

Du Fei smiled and said: "Of course, the premise is that you must persist until the day their lies are exposed. They have profited from colonization in recent centuries and have occupied most of the world's resources. They will desperately maintain their lies. And you In order to compete, you will be forced to follow up and maintain high welfare, which will then drag down your financial integrity. At that time...your torrent of steel and your thousands of mushroom bombs will not even have a chance to be used."

Natasha's eyes widened with disbelief on her face. She wanted to refute Du Fei, but she didn't know what to say.

 Because of the knowledge she had, she felt that what Du Fei said was not alarmist.

 Natasha returned to the hotel where she was staying in a daze. She even forgot what she had said to Du Fei in the end, and the purpose of coming to Du Fei this time.

 …

 A few days later, October 5th.

 The Mediterranean climate has moderate temperatures, sunny weather and clear blue skies.

 But the eastern part of the Mediterranean has a depressing and breathless feeling.

At this point, people who are sensitive to war have already smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke. The only question is when will it break out? Maybe it will be tomorrow, or ten days later, or a month later.

 The string in everyone's heart is subconsciously tightened.

Only Du Fei and a few people know that tomorrow, or more precisely, in a dozen hours, the war will break out.

 Today Kadazou specially invited Du Fei to have dinner.

The two also talked about this matter during the dinner. Du Fei took a sip of wine and asked: "Omar, I heard that you supported them with a billion dollars?"

 Ka Dazuo said bluntly: "There is also a squadron of Mirage fighter jets. These fighter jets are all imported from Faguo."

Du Fei was slightly surprised. He really didn't know about the fighter jets.

 It seems that Ka Dazuo really hoped to integrate into the game of the Middle East. He spent one billion dollars and fighter jets, and he really spent a lot of money.

It’s a pity that all his flattery was given to a blind man, and these investments are destined to be in vain.

Although Du Fei reminded him before, Ka Dazuo did not have the capital to participate in the Middle East card game and asked him to look south.

 But how to make a specific decision, at least until now, Ka Dazuo has not made a clear decision. After all, he has invested a lot in the Middle East before, resulting in sunk costs, so he cannot just change it.

 Ka Dazuo is rich, but he is not rich in this way.

If he can defeat Youtai this time, he has also contributed to it, so he will naturally reward him according to his merits and get corresponding rewards.

 Ka Dazuo put down the tableware and said worriedly: "Du, do you think Youtai will notice it in advance and strike first?"

 At this time, the people on the other side are almost ready, and the attack will be launched in a dozen hours.

Even though we had made careful plans and took actions to confuse the enemy, it was impossible to completely avoid them.

Du Fei smiled and said: "Don't worry, even if they find out, they won't strike preemptively. That's not what America wants to see. Now America is in South Vietnam, fighting on both the Bakistan and Afhan fronts. They have enough I'm tired of it and don't want to open a third battlefield. If the Yutai people move first and become the troublemakers, it will be difficult to get America's sympathy and support. Just watch it, they will definitely wait and suffer the consequences in the end. The image of the author appears." Ka Dazuo nodded, what Du Fei said seemed to make sense.

 His own thoughts on this war are actually quite complicated.

From an input-output perspective, Kadazou has invested a lot of money, and of course he hopes that the coalition forces in Syria, Syria, and Yuedan will win.

But from his long-term plan, he does not hope that the three-nation coalition will win. He would rather hope that the coalition will suffer a disastrous defeat like the last Middle East war, which is more beneficial to him.

Hand and Syria will be severely damaged and will lose their qualifications to compete for the leadership of the Arab world.

 Ever since World War II, Albania has been the undoubted leader of the Arab world, and even Syria and Albania were merged for a period of time.

After Syria became independent, although its strength was not as good as its rivals, it occupied the center of the Arab world and has always regarded itself as an important regional power.

 Promoted by Hafez, he invested a lot of resources in military preparation and was ambitious.

Facing two opponents, no matter how arrogant Ka Dazuo is, he knows that he has little chance of winning.

 But if the two countries fail again, he will have the opportunity to participate in the next step of the game.

Although Du Fei pointed out before that Libia had a demographic flaw, saying that he was more suitable to develop to the south.

Personally speaking, Colonel Kadzo would still like to join the Arab world if possible.

 …

 At the same time, traveling 1,700 kilometers east from Tripoli, we reached the capital, Cairo.

In a heavily guarded military camp on the outskirts of the city, a thin, dark-skinned old man was staring at the map on the table attentively.

Beside him stood a tall officer, who was none other than Balak.

The old man is Sadat, who currently controls the highest authority in this ancient country that spans Asia and Africa.

 Since Nasser’s death, this burden has fallen on his shoulders.

There were only two people in the room, and no one spoke.

 It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Sadat suddenly asked about the situation on the front line.

 In fact, he shouldn't ask Mu Balak this question, or in other words, he didn't really want the answer when he asked this question. He knew better than anyone else what the situation ahead was.

Humbarak frowned, but could not help but answer, saying that the morale on the front line was not high, especially among the armored troops.

Sadat frowned.

Balak said: "The tanks of the Speedlinks are too hot. We have a limited number of tanks equipped with air conditioners, and they have been placed in the most important position."

Sadat sighed: "This is not a very good time, you know, but we can't wait any longer. Now we need a war, regardless of victory or defeat. I once said that if we can win in Sinai Taking back ten centimeters of land and standing firm without retreating can completely change the attitude of the East and the West towards us and change everything. Do you understand, Mother Barak! Since the defeat in 1967, we have been living in shame. I have to put an end to this, either win or admit defeat. This is no joke, we are running out of time..."

Mother Balak didn't say anything. He knew that these words were not actually spoken to him, but to Sadat himself.

 But one thing is true, this will be their last attempt.

 If they win, it will completely reverse everything, but if they fail, they will also completely lose their status as the leader of the Arab world.

 A loser will not be able to sit on the high throne.

However, Mu Barak is not optimistic about the future personally.

As a soldier, he is very aware of the current situation. On paper, the strength of the Three Kingdoms Alliance is indeed greater than that of Youtai.

 They have an army of 500,000 people, while the regular army on Youtai's side is only 110,000, plus 200,000 reserves.

 They have 4,000 taels of tanks, while the enemy only has more than 2,000 tanks.

 They have more than a thousand fighter planes, and the enemy has only half the number.

However, this is nothing to say, because behind Youtai there is America. This America has the most cutting-edge technology on the entire planet, the most powerful manufacturing industry, and the largest fleet and air force.

If the three-nation coalition cannot achieve a decisive victory in a short period of time, they will face unpredictable difficulties.

 As the only superpower that can compete with America, Sulian still has an ambiguous attitude.

 …

 At the same time, from Cairo to Damascus, six hundred kilometers northeast.

In this thousand-year-old city, in a modern villa, a barber dressed in military uniform was sitting on the sofa.

In front of the window next to him, a short middle-aged man, wearing a silk pajamas, looked out the window and smoked.

This man is Hafez, Barbert’s brother.

 At this time, the time to launch the attack has been determined, and even people like Sadat and Hafez are nervous.

 In a dozen hours, there will be a battle that determines their future fate.

 “Have they made arrangements for Basil and Basar?” Hafiz asked about the situation of his family.

 Hongsha said: "Don't worry, there will be no problem." Those are his family members too.

Hafez nodded, took a deep breath of cigarette, and slowly exhaled it on the glass in front of him.

Although his subordinates showed full confidence in front of him, Hafez was not very sure in his heart. He knew exactly who the enemy he was facing was.

If it were just the more than one million Youtai people, they wouldn't be here at all.

 This problem does not even exist at all.

"Haht~" After a moment of silence, Hafez suddenly said in a deep voice: "You have to be prepared. If...I mean if, the war situation is unfavorable, you must ensure the stability of Damascus. What I mean...do you understand!"

 At the end of the sentence, Hafez smoked his cigarette and turned to look at his brother with cold and sinister eyes.

Hunter felt a chill in his heart. They were brothers, so of course they understood each other.

He knew what his brother was worried about. Hafiz had just taken over the Guo family three years ago, and his power was not stable.

This is why Hafiz must strengthen his military armaments and regain the Goland. He needs martial arts to inspire people and consolidate his position.

 But in his opinion, the time is not yet ripe.

 But there is no other way. The so-called Three Kingdoms Alliance mainly focuses on fighting, and he does not have much say.

 Furthermore, given the current situation, the time will never be ripe, and you must take risks when it is time to take risks.

"Don't worry, my brother, I will never let those people take advantage of it." Barber vowed.

Hafeez nodded and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "We are different from Yuedan, and we are different from Sadat. The Yuedan royal family is the only existing bloodline of Prophet Mohammad. Their bloodline determines that no one can touch them. Sadat has never He regards Pingji as his, and his ideas have never been the same as ours. Without Yutai, a common enemy, we would not be friends."

Hunter pursed his lips and nodded solemnly: "Brother, the Assad family will rule this land forever."

 …

 Two hundred kilometers southwest of Damascus.

In a building in Tel Aviv, a simple office is the core of power in this special small country.

Behind the modern-style desk, a middle-aged woman frowned and looked at the soldier standing opposite the desk, and said expressionlessly: "Your Excellency Jiang Jun, I know all what you said, including Syria and Syria." , Yuedan, they are all preparing to attack, I know this. What do you want me to do? "

The thin but sharp-eyed soldier said in a deep voice: "Madam, in the face of this situation, I think we must take more drastic measures and, if necessary, preemptively strike! Otherwise, I cannot guarantee what will happen next. Madam, I remind you You, we don’t have strategic depth, which means we don’t have any opportunity to make mistakes.”

This woman can achieve this position in Youtai, which is obviously not an ordinary person.

Facing the threat, he said expressionlessly: "Pre-emptive strike? Your Excellency Jiang Jun, please don't say it so easily. Now we occupy Sinai and occupy the Grand Highlands. If we take the initiative to attack again, it will be aggression and provocation. Do you understand?" ?What do you want Wanshengtun to think at that time? Due to the pressure of public opinion, it will become more difficult for them to assist us."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Sir, you are a soldier, but I am not. I must consider the possible political consequences of doing so."

 The soldier's cheek twitched twice, and he said with a tigerish face: "Madam, you will regret it!"

The woman was unmoved and said firmly: "No, Your Excellency Jiang Jun, you have to understand that just like the previous times, the victory or defeat here never depends on us or Syria. The one who determines victory is Wan Sheng Tun." and Mosco.”

 Hearing this, the soldier's face became even more ugly.

The woman turned a blind eye and continued: "No matter what, I must ensure the identity of our victim. This is the amulet we exchanged for millions of lives thirty years ago. We must not give up easily. Do you understand? If somewhere in the future One day we dropped the label and believe me... that would be a terrible disaster."