Zuo Liangyu can finally breathe a sigh of relief!

More and more troops have been transferred from the country, and he doesn't even know how he has survived these past few months!

With the negotiations between Ming Dynasty and Israel, Ming Dynasty increased its troops to Basra.

The fighting outside Basra has calmed down. Although there are still cold shots, there are no large-scale Arab attacks shouting slogans.

Damascus has been reduced to ruins, with few intact buildings to be found in the city.

The rebellion in Cairo has been completely suppressed!

After all, that's where the naval headquarters is located.

The Marine Corps mobilized three divisions to maintain security in Cairo.

The Marines went from house to house collecting weapons. As long as they handed over the weapons within three days, nothing would happen.

If found, the men in the family would be shot.

When it came to killing people, the Ming Marine Corps was unambiguous.

Even if an old-fashioned firearm is found at home, the man in the family will be pushed to the street and shot in the back of the head.

According to the rules, corpses are not allowed to be collected until after sunset.

As a result, there were corpses everywhere on the streets of Cairo.

The confiscation of weapons worked very well, and there were far fewer attacks on the streets.

Occasionally, some suicide attacks launched without regard for life will also be beaten to death by the Marines.

Without Israeli arms support, existing weapons have been confiscated. The rebels in Cairo are like water without a source but a tree without a root.

"The next step is to deal with those Kurds." Zuo Liangyu looked at the map.

To the north of Basra is Baghdad.

The city was originally occupied by the pro-Ming King Hamimi, but it was occupied by rebels from Mosul as soon as the rebellion began.

The old king Hamimi was burned to death in front of the Tower of Babel because of his relationship with the Ming Dynasty.

Now, the elite Ming army has gathered on the northern front.

The defense of the Middle East and the Mediterranean coast was completely left to the Marine Corps.

In other words, the Marine Corps must independently complete the operation to recapture Baghdad and then move closer to Mosul to wipe out the Kurdish rebels.

"Commander, we don't have enough manpower. Should we ask the country to send more people over?

There are also those Sikhs and Gurkhas who are very useful. Should we also recruit some from the country?"

Many reinforcements came from the Ming Dynasty, but apart from the necessary garrison troops, Zuo Liangyu only had more than 50,000 troops available to attack Baghdad.

There is no problem for these troops to capture Baghdad, but it is a difficult problem to control Baghdad, which has a population of one million.

Military occupation and control of a place are completely different things.

Not to mention continuing to advance north toward Mosul.

The Kurds have a population of one million and have received a large amount of arms from Israel.

There is even intelligence that the Kurds already have their own arsenal that can produce explosives, bullets, and mortar shells.

"Not very likely!

After all, the pressure on the northern line is greater, and the war is about to break out. The Central Asia Railway is building a double line!

People are needed everywhere!

The commander-in-chief can send us 300,000 reinforcements, which is already his best effort."

"But Commander, these are all new recruits. Many of them are from Sichuan, Henan, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, and even Guangdong.

Oh my God!

Not to mention fighting, just listening to them talking makes me dizzy.

None of them can speak Mandarin, all they speak is their hometown dialect, and it sounds like they are listening to heavenly scriptures."

The staff officer complained helplessly!

Before the Ming Dynasty, the soldiers came from places like Liaodong, Shandong, and Hebei. Everyone was from the same place, so of course they could understand what they said.

But now that people from Sichuan, Guangdong, and Jiangsu and Zhejiang have come in, it's different.

The dialects these people speak are all kinds of strange, and most of them can't speak Mandarin. Sometimes they stand and talk for a long time, and no one knows what they say.

You need someone who can speak Mandarin to help translate!

"No way, all the troops recruited from the north went to the northern front. They are more adapted to Russia's cold climate!

Once we get to our side, we have no choice but to send some southern soldiers to fill up the numbers.

However, despite the difficulties, Baghdad will still be captured.

After all, Baghdad is rich in resources. If the Kurds are allowed to occupy it for a long time, their power will increase.

Commander, I think it's better to make use of these Arabs.

Our people are not familiar with the local customs and geographical conditions, but the Arabs are.

We have captured a lot of weapons and ammunition, why not equip an Arab army.

Let them help us fight the war!" A staff officer had a sudden idea.

"no!

After finally suppressing the Arab rebellion, we must not allow them to arm themselves again.

Besides, after you arm them, do you still need to train them?

Now our Ming Dynasty is not lacking those people, but we are trying to make the Arabs forget about weapons.

If a nation does not use weapons for a long time, then they will no longer use weapons.

This is the commander-in-chief's Middle East strategy. From now on, even the Arab police will only have swords and sticks in their hands, and they are not allowed to have guns.

Do you understand?" Zuo Liangyu waited for a look at the staff member who had the bad idea.

"No!" The smart-ass staff officer quickly shrank his neck.

"Commander, Dahonglu is here and wants to see you."

"Da Honglu, what is he here for?" Zuo Liangyu frowned, wondering what Zheng Sen was here for at this time.

"Dahonglu came to the Middle East this time to sign a peace agreement with the Hebrews. There is a clause in it that prohibits funding the Arabs, so he came to us...!"

"Understood, let's arrange a banquet. Da Honglu is here, and we still have to entertain him well."

Zuo Liangyu understood that the war on the northern front was really imminent.

Otherwise, Ming Dynasty will never give up this opportunity to kill Israel!

According to the commander-in-chief, Israel has always been a serious concern of Ming Dynasty.

"Greetings to General Zuo!" Zheng Sen saw that Zuo Liangyu was very polite and bowed to salute without saying a word.

"How dare! How dare!

I think you are a great man, I am a third-rank official and you are barely on the same level as you.

Talk about personal matters!

You are a student of the Marshal, and you are the first-class celebrity in front of the Marshal.

It's too late for me to flatter you, so how dare I accept your courtesy?"

"Hahaha! Old General, if nothing else, just because of your age, I can be called an uncle.

Not to mention, the old general led the Marine Corps in the Middle East to become the guarantee for our Daming Oilfield.

This gift from a junior cannot be considered excessive."

"After all, he is a handsome student, I admire him!

please!"

Zuo Liangyu let Zheng Sen into his headquarters!

The headquarters of the Marine Corps is not the kind of tent that it used to be.

The Marine Corps headquarters is in Cyrenaica. It is a four-story building. After all, it is the headquarters of the Ming Dynasty Marine Corps, so it should have some momentum.

On the protruding marble terrace, the tables were covered with white tablecloths, and coffee cups inlaid with gold threads contained steaming coffee.

Zuo Liangyu and Zheng Sen were sitting on chairs respectively, admiring the beautiful Mediterranean scenery and drinking coffee.

"This time I came to the Middle East mainly to sign a ceasefire agreement with Israel." Zheng Sen drank coffee and blew in the sea breeze.

"The commander-in-chief just let Israel go?

The three divisions of the Marine Corps in Constantinople were almost completely destroyed. Shang Kexi finally even pulled up his own guard company!

There were more than 7,000 people on the island of Malta, but in the end only less than 3,000 were left.
To be continued...