Chapter 65 Welcome Ceremony

  Inside the grand hall of the Presidential Palace, a grand national banquet was being prepared. In addition to military and political figures, business tycoons and journalists had all arrived.

  Under the flashing camera lights, Zhang Feng felt extremely uncomfortable. However, this was a situation he had to face because he was no longer just a soldier in a special forces unit, but the son of a president and a combat hero.

  Among the journalists were even American and British reporters. It seems that Saddam wanted to prove to the Western world that he was fully capable of defeating the Persians.

  Zhang Feng, however, does not think so. At first, he thought the president's actions were meant to boost national morale, but now it has gone too far. The US is supporting Iraq because of Khomeini, who is a die-hard anti-American element. But if Iraq thoroughly defeats Iran, this is absolutely not what the US wants to see - a strong Middle Eastern country that does not conform to American interests. They will continue to instigate these two countries to fight each other until both sides decline.

  Coping with these complex situations was more troublesome than fighting on the battlefield against the Persians.

  Saddam stepped up to the podium, and immediately fell silent below.

  "For the tranquility of our Islamic world, to shatter Khomeini's shameful export of revolution, we, the great Iraqi people, valiantly launched an attack on the shameful Iranian government, rescuing our brethren who were enslaved by them. Over the past year, through our bloody battles, we have achieved great victories. Just a few days ago, our great son of Iraq, Qusay Abdullah, fought bravely and defeated an entire armored division of Iran that was preparing to attack us from behind. Today, we warmly welcome our fighting hero, the good example for our people, Qusay!"

  Suddenly, the place was once again filled with excitement, countless people applauding warmly.

  Zhang Feng, dressed in a crisp military uniform with a hero medal on his chest, also walked up to the microphone.

  "We Iraqis, are a nation with a long history and culture, as early as 4000 BC, Mesopotamian civilization emerged, the Baghdad under our feet is the birthplace of Babylonian civilization. We are the descendants of the great Prophet Muhammad, we are the masters here! Now, the shameless Khomeini distorted the teachings of Islam, wanting to enslave innocent people, we must take up arms and fight bravely to rescue our Muslim brothers and sisters, even if we shed every last drop of blood, fought to the last man, we will not betray our faith, We are the great Iraqi people! We are invincible!"

  The words are hollow and lack substantial content, but they are quite infectious.

  Zhang Feng's words made everyone's blood boil with enthusiasm.

  Saddam looked at his son, with an unspoken tenderness in his eyes. He increasingly discovered that this son of his was very much like himself, possessing a kind of majestic and overbearing aura.

  "May I ask Mr. Kosygin, are you not afraid of being wounded or making the ultimate sacrifice when you personally go deep into enemy territory and fight with the enemy?" a reporter asked.

  "Whether wounded or dead, every one of our soldiers is aware that death is not something anyone wishes to happen to themselves. However, when we enlisted in the army, our lives no longer belonged to us, but to our country and to the people we swore to protect. We have no regrets.

  Zhang Feng answered beautifully.

  "This time, a third of those who followed me deep into enemy territory were casualties, but their sacrifices earned us today's victory. The Iraqi people will forever remember their heroic deeds!"

  "Excuse me, Mr. Khosayn, are you confident of defeating Iran? As far as I know, Iraq has been fighting for almost a year and hasn't even taken Abadan." A stiff Arabic voice asked.

  In an instant, everyone's eyes turned towards this inquiring journalist, a Frenchman.

  The gaze, a piercing gaze, made this Frenchman feel extremely unnatural. If eyes could kill, he would have died countless times already.

  Zhang Feng smiled, Westerners are engaged in democracy and freedom, an ordinary Western citizen dares to question the president's actions, let alone a journalist, asking such a question is also reasonable.

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

  As soon as the words came out, they caused everyone to burst into laughter, and even the reporter who asked the question couldn't help but laugh.

  "No matter how well I say it here, it's probably meaningless. Who will ultimately win in the end? Let's wait and see!" Zhang Feng said.

  "Alright, let's stop here for now. Everyone, please enjoy your meal. If you have any questions, feel free to ask later." The host said.

  The music started, and one by one, waiters carrying wine and water walked into the hall.

  Zhang Feng stepped down from the stage and blended in with these people.

  Although he has the identity of a president's son, before this, he was always in school and had very little contact with people from all walks of life. This is an opportunity to get to know the upper echelons of Iraqi society and build good relationships with them, which will be very beneficial for him. Many people in the crowd are also watching this sudden rising star, they all know that Iraq's future direction may have a lot to do with this person.

  There were also some beautiful girls, secretly watching this outstanding young man, they admired this hero with admiration, and admiration easily turned into love.

  They all covered their faces with black scarves, and here, there was also the existence of a demon king. Although they were of noble status, that demon king was notorious for being a pervert, and if he set his sights on someone, he wouldn't rest until he got what he wanted.

  Wudai hid in a corner, his attention today was not focused on those women, he gazed coldly at Kusay, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

  "Mr. Udai, you look a bit down today?" said Oil Minister Sarabia as he came over.

  "It's nothing, I'm just a bit uncomfortable," Uday said as he walked out of the hall.

  Sara looked at him with a puzzled expression in her eyes.

  At this time, Zhang Feng was chatting with the Kuwaiti ambassador, laughing and smiling.

  "Wooo... wooo..." Suddenly, a sharp air raid siren sounded.

  Terrible, aerial bombing!

  "Hurry, disperse the crowd." The guards in charge of safety and security rushed in to disperse the various dignitaries.

  It's really timely! Zhang Feng thought that Iraq's air defense had always been a big problem, and this time, he must discuss it with his old man.

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