Chapter 481 Marine Corps

Baghdad, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Government of Iraq.

The civil servant of the Chinese Embassy and Zhao Yun were having a heated argument with the Iraqi Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Mr. Deputy Chief, if all the entrepreneurs in Yangchuan City are killed in the capital of Iraq this time, and the news spreads, no capital in the world will dare to come to Iraq!" Zhao Yun knocked on the table heavily.

"Mr. Zhao, please calm down. There is no news of Mr. Su's murder so far." said the Iraqi Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The civil servant of the Chinese Embassy raised his eyes and said calmly: "If you wait until the news comes, I'm afraid it will be too late. Mr. Deputy Minister, the ambassador has reported the kidnapping of our citizens to our country's senior officials. The reason why it is caused by I am negotiating with you, rather than the ambassador directly going to your president or foreign minister, just to minimize the impact."

"Thank you for your kindness." The deputy chief nodded.

"We hope that this gratitude can be implemented into actual actions, and it must be implemented into actions." The civilian said: "China insists on not interfering in the internal affairs of other countries. The incident happened on the soil of Iraq, so we did not express gratitude to the Chinese soldiers in the peacekeeping force. Issue an order to resolve it by force."

The deputy director was very worried. The Russians had come to him this morning. The polar bear's attitude was not so gentle. Although the Chinese government's attitude seemed to be 'mild', in other battlefields of business negotiations, it had used this kidnapping case to swallow up A big piece of fat.

"Your country can rest assured that Mr. President has also learned about this matter. We have dispatched the nearest battalion stationed in the Zagros Mountains to march towards the settlement of the Lur people." The deputy minister showed a confident smile: "Please believe that the Luhr people support the government and this matter should be resolved peacefully."

"I hope so." The civil servant and Zhao Yun looked at each other and stood up at the same time: "Then we say goodbye. I hope we can see Mr. Su and Miss Lyudmila standing here safely as soon as possible. Oh, we and Russia Moran International has reached an agreement that 'as soon as possible' refers to within 72 hours."

The deputy minister's face twitched. A weak country has no diplomacy. This saying can be used in any era. What the other party said did not conform to diplomatic rhetoric at all. It was simply an order to the Iraqi government.

Those hateful Luhr people have provided less than three companies of troops to the government in recent years, but they have caused such a big diplomatic trouble for the government. What on earth are they going to do!

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"Damn it, why are you Yanks here?"

The mercenary captain of Moran International glared at the five U.S. Marines in front of him.

Not long after entering the Zagros Mountains, the mercenaries of Moran International encountered the group of American soldiers who had retreated from the mountains in the jungle. Both sides were in a state of high mental stress and invariably regarded each other as the 'enemy'. There was a brief exchange of fire. Fortunately, he quickly recognized that the other party was not an IS person, and there was no accidental injury.

However, these five American soldiers seemed to have experienced a fierce battle before they encountered Moran International. Two of them had blood stains on their chests and abdomens, and one of them injured his leg. He could only walk with the help of his comrades. to here.

"It's not like those reporters who are like flies!" the leader of the Marine Corps spit on the ground viciously, "two reporters from National Geographic magazine secretly entered the IS country and were kidnapped! The other party fired a shot at the government. With a ransom of 100 million US dollars, we were ordered to come to the rescue, but we were ambushed by IS as soon as we entered Zagros!"

"IS?" Moran's leader was slightly stunned. "When did IS's territory of influence cover the Zagros Mountains? This should be the traditional territory of the Lur people?"

"How the hell do I know! Those stupid pigs in the Pentagon Intelligence Department, since the beginning of World War II, have killed more of our own people due to the wrong intelligence they provided than those killed by Hitler and others! The rescue failed, we must return to Baghdad." The leader of the Marine Corps cursed, supported his injured comrade, and staggered out.

"IS has occupied this mountainous area..." The captain of Moran International looked at the jungle in the distance and frowned. They are here to save people and do not want to have a real conflict with the Iraqis. No matter what they say, the Luhr people are under the rule of government forces. It is reasonable to say that if there is IS in the front...

"Hey, brother, I suggest that no matter what you want to do, you'd better give up your thoughts. There is at least one regiment ahead, and maybe more IS militants have blocked the way into the mountain!" The leader of the Marine Corps turned around and gave a kind reminder. .

"Oh damn, a regiment of IS!" Upon hearing this, Moran's captain completely gave up the idea of ​​rescuing people. Twelve mercenaries broke through a regiment's blockade and went deep into the mountainous area. That was not saving people, it was sending death.

"Lyudmila, I hope God bless you!" The captain sighed in his heart. The mercenary was very open-minded about life and death. Since there was no way to rescue him, there was no need to force him. He turned around and waved his hand, leading his soldiers to catch up. Killed the five American soldiers.

"Hey, brother, our car is parked at the bottom of the mountain. There are medicines and wine in the car. Let's go back together and give you a ride."

"With wine... I think I can survive..." A wounded soldier raised his head with difficulty and smiled at the captain.

"This is like a man! Brother, hold on!" Captain Moran patted the injured soldier on the shoulder.

The small troops from the two countries joined forces, retreated from the mountains, and drove back to Baghdad.

Halfway through the journey, they saw a large number of Iraqi regular troops following the main road, heading in the opposite direction of the Zagros Mountains.

"Did the Iraqi government send troops to rescue people?" Moran and the American soldiers thought at the same time.

Moran's mercenaries thought that the soldiers were going to rescue Lyudmila and Su Ming; the American soldiers thought they were going to rescue two journalists from their country.

In a cave in the Zagros Mountains, a white man with his hands tied behind his back and a large eye mask on his eyes whispered: "Miss Nikki, I'm really sorry that my stubbornness has brought you misfortune."

Opposite him was Nikki, the black female editor of National Geographic Magazine. Nikki was also dressed in the same way and was tied up like a dumpling.

Outside the cave, several IS militants were patrolling back and forth.

After being kidnapped, Nikki felt the benefits of "racial discrimination" for the first time in her life: these Islamic terrorists actually thought that black women were dirty and like animals, so they did not violently assault her, and even did not lock her up in an underground cage like those "sex slaves", but locked her up in a cave as a hostage.

"Tom, I can't blame you. I followed you because I wanted to get rid of the boring secretary's job and wanted to become a reporter... God bless, the US army will rescue us, I firmly believe it!" Nikki said, trying to suppress her fear.