Chapter 466: Frame-Up! (Fifth Update!)

The Kurds are said to be descendants of the ancient Medes. They mainly believe in Islam and speak Kurdish, and most of them belong to the Sunni sect.

Their Kurdish language belongs to the Western Iranian branch of the Iranian language family of the Indo-European language family.

They have three writing habits.

Arabic letters are used in Iran and Iraq, Latin letters are used in Syria and Turkey, and modified Cyrillic letters are used in the Caucasus.

The area where they mainly live is located in the triangle area between the Caspian Sea, the Black Sea and the Mediterranean Sea, that is, the border area of ​​Turkey, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Armenia, Azerbaijan, and Georgia. In the Kurdish custom, this area is called Kurdistan.

This area has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Therefore, except for the short-lived Kurdish Grand Principality, the Kurds have not formed a unified rule in this area.

And the legendary knight Saladin who is most likely to rule Kurdistan in history.

After expelling the Crusaders who threatened the Arab world and conquering Jerusalem, he ran to Egypt with a large army.

In 1171, after the death of the then Egyptian Caliph, he took over the power of Egypt and established the Ayyubid Dynasty, while respecting the Abbasid Caliph as the monarch.

It is precisely because of this that Saladin did not receive much praise among the Kurdish community.

In 1193, Saladin died in Damascus.

Since then, no Kurdish leader has ever appeared to help the Kurds unify the Kurdistan region.

And Kurdistan, in the following time, was successively controlled by the Mongol Empire, the Safavid Dynasty of Persia, and the Ottoman Turkey.

In order to seek independence, the Kurds have been jumping back and forth between the Ottoman Empire and the Safavid Dynasty of Persia, so both sides chose to change their attitude towards the Kurds.

The Ottoman Empire began to eliminate the Kurdish principalities that successive sultans promised to allow independence.

And in 1847, the last Kurdish principality was eliminated.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the hegemony of the Ottoman Empire was challenged, and the Kurds once again stood up and wanted to establish a Kurdish state in the Kurdistan region.

So, they clashed with local ethnic groups.

In 1846, out of the need to balance Iran, the Soviet Union supported the Kurdish community to establish the Mahabad Republic in West Azerbaijan Province and Kurdistan Province of Iran.

This short-lived republic lasted only one year.

With the intervention of the Americans, out of the need to balance the Soviet Union and control the West Asia region, the Americans and the Kurds became allies.

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Malikiya is a small town with an area of ​​less than nine square kilometers. It is located in northeastern Syria and belongs to Hasakah Province.

It is less than 5 kilometers away from the border between Syria and Turkey and less than 20 kilometers away from the border between Syria and Iraq.

In the center of the city, in a house that looks like it has been there for some time, a dozen Kurds are arguing fiercely in front of a map.

"We must take advantage of the current opportunity to capture Raqqa and Hasakah provinces in one fell swoop, and then go east to capture Mosul and Erbil in Iraq. By doing so, we will have both food production and strategic depth, and then we can attack and defend."

"Batman is right. We must stand up. If we don't stand up, when the Iraqis are free, we will never have the chance to establish a country again."

"I disagree with them. My suggestion is that we still follow the previous practice and send small troops into Turkey to attack various parts of Turkey together with the Kurdish groups in Turkey."

"Malatya, you damn coward, do you remember the origin of your name?"

"Of course I remember. Malatya is our homeland, but the problem is that we have already fallen out with Turkey. If we offend the Syrians and Iraqis again, we will have no place to turn back. According to the information I have received, the armed forces in northern Iraq have been sending personnel into Dohuk and Mosul in an organized manner."

"I also agree with Malatya's idea , For so many years, the weapons in our hands are still mainly light weapons, and even anti-tank rocket launchers are rare. Although Syria and Iraq are weak, they also have heavy weapons. We don’t need to increase unnecessary casualties. "

"Idil, you are also a coward!"

"Kamish, if you think I am a coward, then we can go out and fight one-on-one, one bullet each, and see who dies first, or we don’t need bullets and just beat the other to death with fists. "

"Let’s go, whoever calls for a stop first is a dog. "

Seeing that the original quarrel was about to turn into a real fight, the top position on the map, The Kurdish leader of Malikiya, Midyat, who had been sitting there without saying a word, slowly raised his head, slapped the table with his hand, and shouted coldly:

"What's the point of being a bully? If you have the ability, go to Istanbul to fight."

"If you don't have the ability, don't shout."

"Since you all have your own ideas, let's draw lots!"

"There are only two lots. The first lot is to agree to declare a full-scale war on Syria and Iraq and take back the land that belongs to us Kurds."

"The second lot is to continue to maintain the status quo, continue to compromise with Syria and Iraq, and continue to fight the Turks."

The idea of ​​drawing lots was agreed by others, so Midyat turned and walked out of the room. Not long after, he walked into the room holding a worn-out notebook.

He tore off a few sheets of paper from the notebook, wrote the numbers 1 and 2 in the center of the paper, crumpled them into a ball, found a worn-out piece of clothing, and put the paper balls into the clothes.

He shook vigorously for two or three minutes, spread the clothes, and threw all the paper balls on the map.

The white paper balls rolled on the map for a while and then stopped moving completely.

These paper balls were the same size and looked completely the same.

After staring at the paper balls for a while, everyone would look at Midyat, waiting for the leader to draw the final lot.

Being watched by everyone, Midyat stretched out his right hand, fumbled back and forth on the paper balls, and finally grabbed one of the paper balls and suddenly retracted his hand.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Midyat's right hand, and their hearts were in their throats.

Because no matter what decision they made, they would have a fierce battle next.

Under their gaze, Midyat spread out his right hand, then stretched out his left hand, grabbed the paper ball with both hands, and slowly spread it out, very slowly.

The white paper ball, like a blooming lotus, slowly opened up, revealing the innermost pistil, which was the word in the center.

Midyat retracted his hand, and the number in the center of the paper was also exposed to everyone.

2!

Seeing this number, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Batman, who had just behaved very radically, breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone saw the number clearly, Midyat put his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"Everyone, this is Allah's revelation. He asked us to maintain the status quo for the time being and continue to recuperate, but at the same time we need to continue to harass Turkey."

"So, in the next period of time, no matter what your opinions are, no matter what your ideas are, you must follow the second plan just now."

"If you don't execute it, it will violate Allah's revelation, and I will torture him personally."

"Now, please take this revelation to your respective tribes."

Leaving the last sentence, Midyat reached out and grabbed the note pulled out from the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to walk out of the room.

Others followed him and walked out of the room one after another.

Malatya walked at the back. When he passed the place where Midyat was standing, he suddenly found that there was a little water stain on the map at some point.

He reached out and touched it. It was icy and cool.

At this moment, he understood the cause and effect.

He smiled and walked towards the door with a smile, but before he opened the door, a violent explosion came from outside the door.

With a loud bang!

A huge impact came from outside the door.

The thick wall blocked the impact, but the door on the wall could not withstand this impact.

The door was caught in the shock wave, first detached from the wall, then hit Malatya, and then took him straight out and hit the wall behind.

The sound of the explosion came quickly and went even faster.

With a bang, Malatya pushed the door open, looking out through the door with confused eyes.

The originally peaceful yard was now full of yellow sand, as if a sandstorm had arrived.

In these sandstorms, there were also a lot of bright red traces and parts of those who had quarreled with him all the year round.

He leaned against the wall for several minutes before he finally woke up from his daze.

This is... a bomb attack?

But where did such a large-yield bomb come from?

With thousands of doubts in his heart, Malatya struggled to get up, wanting to walk out of the room, walk to the yard, and check the injuries of those who quarreled with him every day.

After struggling hard, he found that it was all in vain.

Because the impact of the door just now happened to break his knee, he couldn't get up at all.

At this moment, adrenaline began to lose its effect, and a sharp pain came from the knee.

The severe pain made this battle-hardened man scream out.

After the scream, there was a noise in the yard, the sound of shoes stepping on the sand.

Hearing this sound, Malatya smiled, and at the same time he was constantly thankful in his heart, fortunately, there are other people.

But his smile did not last too long, because as the sound got closer, he could tell that the sound was wrong.

That sound... was the sound of hard-soled tactical boots stepping on the ground.

And tactical boots, they Kurds don't have!

At this moment, the voice appeared at the door, and Malatya slowly raised his head at this time.

What came into view was not the Kurds, but the fully armed Turkish special forces.

The other party appeared at the door and saw that there was someone in the room, still a living person, and did not choose to ask questions, but directly raised his gun and fired.

After shooting the person into a sieve, the soldier who appeared at the door took out several grenades from his chest, pulled them open, and threw them into the room one by one.

After a series of explosions, three soldiers walked into the room and launched a carpet search.

The entire search lasted only 10 seconds. When the 10 seconds were up, the three people directly left the room, met up with others, jumped into the car, and then disappeared directly on the streets of Malikiye.

The explosion attracted people around, and also attracted Kurdish armed personnel.

When they learned that the leader and others were killed in the explosion, and according to the description of the people around them, the attackers were wearing the clothes of the Turkish special forces, the remaining Kurdish armed personnel went crazy.

Some people were left to clean up the scene, and the rest drove out their dilapidated pickup trucks, carrying their weapons, and a large group of people rushed towards Turkey.

In the crowd, several people from Turkey looked at all this with constipation.

When the angry crowd began to leave and went back to pack up their equipment, they also quietly dispersed and left.

Then they gathered in a small building about 300 meters northwest of this house.

Closing the door and pulling off the hat on his head, one of them cursed directly:

"Tmd, which bastard dared to take action before us?"

A teammate started to curse, and the others followed suit.

"I suspect it was the Fourth Special Forces. They seem to have received the intelligence this time."

"Can't those bastards synchronize the intelligence? We worked so hard to come here, and they just blew up all the enemies with a car bomb. Then why are we here?"

"No, no! Something is not right. The Fourth Team can't come here. They have no way to retreat. If they use helicopters to retreat, we can't fail to receive the news."

After being reminded by their teammates, the remaining few people also found something wrong. Slowly, expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

After waking up, this special forces team rushed to the weapons storage point at the fastest speed.

As soon as they changed into combat equipment and loaded bullets, there was a noise outside.

It was the sound of a pickup truck and the curses of the Kurds.

The sound was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the people in the room chose to break out and rely on firepower to break out.

The battle started in an instant.

This 7-man special operations team has rich combat experience and powerful weapons, but there are more Kurdish armed personnel besieging them.

There are so many of them.

The battle broke out here. About 300 meters northeast of this house, on the top floor of a 5-story house, several people wearing Turkish special operations team equipment were holding telescopes and smiling at the place where the battle broke out.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire stopped and the town returned to peace again.

When there was no more gunfire, the captain of the team turned around and looked at the person sitting on the carpet in the corner of the room, eating yogurt leisurely.

He put down the telescope, picked up the box at his feet and walked over, put it in front of the man, then opened the box, pointed to the US dollars in the box, and said:

"Mr. Saul, thank you for your cooperation. Please count the US$1 million."

"From now on, you are the leader of the Malikie Kurdish armed forces."

"Likewise, you are also a long-tested friend of General Hanks."

"Congratulations!"