After entering the hall of the Palace of Republic, what was planned to be held was a happy state banquet. Except for the military, politicians, business tycoons, and press, they all arrived.

Seeing the spotlight flashing, Zhang Feng was very uncomfortable, but this was a situation he had to face, because he was no longer a soldier in the special forces, he was the son of a president and a combat hero.

Among the reporters, there are even British and American journalists. It seems that Saddam wants to prove to the Western world that he has the ability to defeat the Persians.

Zhang Feng didn't think so. At first, he felt that the president did this to encourage the morale of the people across the country, but if he could do it, it would be bad. Now the United States supports Iraq because of Khomeini. It is a stubborn and tough element of rebelling against the US imperialists. However, if Iraq completely defeats Iran, this is definitely not what the United States wants to see. A powerful Middle Eastern country is not in the interests of the United States. They will continue to encourage these two countries to fight until both sides decline.

Coping with these complex situations is much more troublesome than fighting the Persians on the battlefield.

Saddam walked onto the rostrum and the bottom suddenly became quiet.

"For the quietness of our Islamic world, to crush Khomeini's shameful export revolution, we, the great Iraqi people, bravely launched an attack on the shameful Iranian government and rescued our compatriots who were enslaved by them. Over the past year, after our bloody battle, we have achieved great victory. Just a few days ago, our great Iraqi son, Kusai Abdullah, fought bravely and would be ready to raid our Iranian armored division from the rear, and defeated the entire army. Today, we warmly welcome, our combat heroes, good examples of the people, Kusai!"

Suddenly, the lower part was jubilant again, and countless people applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Feng was wearing a straight military uniform and a hero medal on his chest, and walked to the front of the microphone.

"We Iraq is an ancient cultural country with a long history. As early as 4,000 BC, the Mesopotamian civilization appeared. Baghdad at our feet is the birthplace of the Babylonian civilization. We are descendants of the great prophet Muhammad, and we are the masters here! Now, the shameless Khomeini has misinterpreted the Muslim doctrine. If we want to enslave innocent people, we must take up weapons, fight bravely, and rescue our Muslim compatriots. Even if we shed the last drop of blood and fight the last person, we are worthy of our faith. We are the great Iraqi people! We are invincible!"

The words are empty and have no substantive content, but are quite infectious.

Zhang Feng's words made everyone excited.

Saddam looked at his son with an indescribable kindness in his eyes. He found that his son looked very much like him. He had a proud domineering aura.

"May I ask Mr. Kusai, are you not afraid of being injured or gloriously sacrificed when you go deep into the enemy's backbone and fight against the enemy?" asked a reporter.

"Everyone of our soldiers is awakened by injury or death. No one wants to happen to us when they die. However, when we join the army, our lives no longer belong to ourselves, our country, our loyal people. We are determined." Zhang Feng answered very beautifully. "This time, one-third of the casualties followed me deep into the enemy's backbone, but their sacrifices have brought us our victory today. Our Iraqi people will always remember their great achievements!"

"May I ask Mr. Kusai, do you have confidence in defeating Iran? As far as I know, Iraq has been fighting for nearly a year, but even Abadan has not taken it down." A stiff Arabic asked.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked at the reporter who asked the question, a Frenchman.

The eyes and sharp eyes made the Frenchman feel very unnatural. If his eyes could kill people, he might have died countless times.

Zhang Feng smiled. Westerners are engaged in democracy and freedom. An ordinary Western citizen dares to question the president's actions, not to mention that this is a reporter. It is understandable that this is a question.

"This, I think, go and ask Khomeini. We have destroyed one of his armored divisions this time. Khomeini is crying in a mosque in Tehran!" said Zhang Feng.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter, and even the reporter who asked the question couldn't help laughing.

"No matter how nice I say it here, it probably has no practical significance. Let's wait and see who can win the final victory!" Zhang Feng said.

"Okay, until now, please enjoy the delicious meal. If you have any questions, you can ask later." said the host.

The music sounded, and waiters walked into the hall with their drinks.

Zhang Feng stepped down and integrated into these people.

Although he has the identity of the president's son, he has been in school before that and has little contact with people from all walks of life. This time it is an opportunity to get to know the upper class of Iraq and establish good relations with them, which will be of great benefit to him. Among the crowd, many people are also watching this sudden rise of star. They all know that Iraq's future direction may have a lot to do with this person.

There are also some beautiful girls watching this outstanding boy in secret. They are full of admiration for this hero, and admiration can easily turn into admiration.

They all covered their faces with black scarves, and there was also a demon king here. Although they had a noble status, that demon king was a famous pervert. He would never give up until he could achieve his goal.

Uday hid in a corner, and his attention today was not focused on those women. He looked at Kusai coldly, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"His Excellency Uday, why do you look a little depressed today?" Oil Minister Sharabi came over and said.

"It's okay, I feel a little uncomfortable." Uday said, walking out of the hall.

The look of Sarabi looked at him was full of doubt.

At this time, Zhang Feng was having a smile on his face with the Kuwait ambassador.

"Woo, woo, woo..." Suddenly, a sharp air defense alarm sounded.

Oops, air strike!

"Quickly, evacuate the crowd." The guards in charge of security work rushed in and tried to evacuate the big shots.

It was really time to come! Zhang Feng thought that Iraq's air defense has always had big problems. This time, I must discuss it with my father.

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