On June 20, 1981, President Saddam's youngest son, His Excellency Kusai, brought two dusty subordinates to the Military Region Command of Basra, Iraq's Southern Military Region, and was warmly welcomed by the Military Region Commander Izart Ibrahim, Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Fat Harad and others.

In the spacious conference hall, Izhat delivered a warm welcome speech, praising Kusai's wit and courage, shattering the Jewish plot to destroy the Iraqi nuclear reactor of the great motherland, and greatly boosting the morale of the army. The Southern Military Region must firmly unite around President Saddam and make its own contribution to the great cause of Arab revival and defeating the Persians.

Zhang Feng was waiting for Izhat to finish his speech, so he had to quickly say that this time he was just luck, but he was willing to devote his youth to the future of the Iraqi Republic. Next, he asked the most critical point: When he came here, how did Izhat plan to arrange for himself?

Saddam just promised him to come to the Southern Military Region, but there was no arrangement for what kind of work he did. Zhang Feng had no delusions and commanded the entire Southern Military Region? His qualifications and abilities were not enough. Although he was Saddam's son, Saddam would not have hasty handed over such great power to himself.

Zhang Feng chose to come to the Southern Military Region to block the Persians' attack. He knew that according to historical development, Iran's large-scale counterattack was about to begin. Although he could not do as beautiful as last time, as long as he defeated this counterattack of Iran, Iraq's future would be re-written.

Just let him go to the army and take charge of a division. If one division cannot do it, then a brigade, a regiment, or even a battalion can do it. You can't make yourself a big soldier, right?

Hearing Kusai's words of request for battle, Izart smiled and said, "Your Excellency Kusai is honored to come to the Southern Military Region this time. Therefore, please stay in the command center and serve as the logistics department's staff."

Zhang Feng was very surprised. What could he do when he asked himself to go to the Logistics Office? That should be the work done by the old man. Zhang Feng looked at the other generals around him. Obviously, this was something they had already discussed, and no one expressed an accident.

I am the son of President Saddam, so why does it seem that it is very unpopular here? Although the atmosphere has always been harmonious, Zhang Feng knows that this is all superficial.

"Allah is here, now, the Iranians are aggressively preparing to attack the land we have occupied, and our soldiers are holding on the positions. I, Kusai Abdullah, are willing to become an ordinary soldier and guard the frontline of the motherland." Zhang Feng said calmly with his hand in front of his chest.

Hearing Zhang Feng's reaction, Izart smiled bitterly and asked him to go to the Logistics Office. This was the president's instruction. Otherwise, he would have asked him to take an infantry battalion to the second line? The Logistics Office is a bad guy, but it is obvious that the president's son and his nephew are addicted to war and have to go to the front line.

The bullet has no eyes. At that time, a stray bullet will kill Kusai. How can I explain to my brother? This is absolutely not possible. Izart smiled and said, "His Excellency Kusai, you have just come out of the school and have not adapted to the pace of life of the army. First, stay in the logistics office for a while to adapt. I will arrange a few instructors to be responsible for your training. After a while, I will transfer a suitable department for you. Now I will send you to the front line. If you can't shoot or fight, it will be in vain!"

This reason is really full! Zhang Feng thought to himself, how did you know that I can't shoot? I came out of college and never touched the gun. However, in my previous life, all kinds of weapons from various countries would be used.

It's also a pity that Izhat is careless. If he carefully studied Zhang Feng's battle report, he should have discovered that when blocking Israeli aircraft, Zhang Feng would even use the complex Sam-7 shoulder-fired missile, let alone ordinary guns.

"Then, the commander's words mean that if I learn to shoot guns, understand various combat methods, and have enough tactical skills, I can go to the front line?" Zhang Feng asked back.

? Since Izart had just said something, although it was just an excuse, since he said it, it had to count. In front of so many subordinates, he naturally could not deny it: "Yes, this is also to protect Your Excellency Kusai. After all, the battlefield is cruel. If a person without training goes to the battlefield, it is almost like dying."

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Feng said.

Go? "Where to go?"

"Is there a training ground here? Since the commander wants to test me, I will let the commander see if my marksmanship is right." Zhang Feng said with a smile, but he felt like he was fooling in his heart. I will let you see my marksmanship later, and see what else you have to say!

All soldiers know that the so-called sharpshooter is definitely fed with bullets. If you want to master the skills of hitting a hundred shots, it is absolutely impossible to achieve a few years of hard work. Rome was not built in one day, but was built up day after day, month after month.

As an uncle, Izart knew that this Kusai had always been under the care of a bodyguard. Although he had seen a gun, he wanted him to shoot and shoot accurately. He was not yet at the right time. He had been majoring in his studies. Whether he could operate a gun skillfully is still unknown.

There is nothing to be afraid of, so just let him give up so that he can avoid trouble himself again. Izart said: "There is a training ground in the backyard of the headquarters. Today's welcome party will be held in the training ground behind. Everyone's lowest military rank is also the colonel. I haven't forgotten the ability to shoot guns yet?"

"Of course not." The officers present said. They had heard it a long time ago, and of course they wanted to go and see it. President Saddam could use all kinds of weapons, but he didn't know his son. Anyway, there was a commander here to carry it, and they had nothing to be afraid of.

Izart looked at Kusai who was following him, and at the large group of major generals and colonels, and suddenly had an ominous premonition. If his nephew really satisfies his request, he would have no way out and really arranged him to the front line troops, then President Saddam would not scold him? Although the president likes his eldest son, the second son is his own flesh and blood after all. Although he is the president's younger brother, it is not advisable to offend Kusai too much. After a while, he really meets the requirements and cannot disobey the president's secret order. What should he do?

There is! Yizart suddenly thought of a method, and he called the adjutant next to him: "Sajad, go to the Weapon No. 3 Depot, get a rifle, thirty rounds." Thirty rounds are exactly the capacity of a magazine.

"The bullet off the target." shouted the soldier in charge of checking the target.

Off-target? How is this possible?

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