"Dear President, I am Biarnovic. In 1986, I came to Baghdad with my delegation. I was fortunate to meet with Mr. President." Biarnovic took out a photo of the treasured land from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Saddam.

Saddam looked at this old photo that had been around for a while and his mind became clearer with some vague memory.

He laughed, pointed to the photo and said, "Ah, of course I remember. But it seems that at that time, you were still a captain entourage, why are you promoted now?"

Biarnovic smiled slightly: "Dear President, I am no longer a soldier now." He looked at Saddam who was a little surprised and squeezed his eyes at him, "I am now a trade representative of a European company. This time I am representing our company to conduct normal commercial trade with your country. These are all civil behaviors, but they have nothing to do with the Soviet Union!"

Saddam suddenly realized and smiled and said, "No, not bad! We are normal business trade, not a behavior between countries."

He laughed so hard that tears flowed out, but he was cursing in his heart: "Damn Russian, so brave, so timid

I wanted to sell my weapons to me, but I still pretended to be an ordinary company transaction! The old man was so scared by the United States that he ran back home!"

Outside, a shrill air defense alarm sounded again over Baghdad.

Saddam's face twitched slightly, and he looked unafraid, and smiled and said, "Damn American fly, here again. We don't have to worry about it. I wonder what kind of gift Mr. Biarnovic has brought us?"

The person next to him brought some fruits. He took out a grape and threw it into his mouth, staring at Biarnovic with a burning look.

Biarnovic smiled and asked someone to carry a wooden box in.

The wooden box is not big. It is only forty or fifty centimeters in size. It is easy to see the Soviets, and it is not very heavy.

Saddam pointed to the wooden box in confusion and asked, "This is..."

There was an unhidden disappointment on his face. What he needed now was a large number of fighter jets to restore the function of the radar station. Obviously, these things would not be hidden in this wooden box.

Biarnovic did not let someone open the wooden box or answer his question. Instead, he asked Saddam what was heartbroken: "I heard that your country's planes are no longer dared to take off again. The tanks are also hidden in the bunker. Faced with the uninterrupted bombardment of many countries led by the United States, your country's only countermeasure is to use a scud to fight back?"

Saddam was furious and wanted to leave.

Don’t slap people in the face. Don’t swear to expose others’ shortcomings. Don’t you understand this principle?

He finally knew that he had something to ask for, and after enduring it for a long time, he squeezed out a word: "Yes." His face was already red.

Biarnovic is a guy without a look. He couldn't understand Saddam's unhappiness. He even asked: "But the hit rate of this kind of missile is indeed very poor, and it can land one kilometer away from the target. Even if it is good, I think the results of your military and local battles are very unsatisfactory! Is that true?"

Saddam's chest was almost irritated.

Our airspace allows American fighter jets to enter and exit freely. This is the poor quality of your aircraft! If our ground missiles fail to hit the enemy, it is also because your ground technology is not good!

Now, you still have the nerve to ask me if this is the case?

His breathing became thicker, and he wanted to get angry several times, but looking at Aziz who kept his eyes on him, he suppressed his anger and asked back: "I don't know what Mr. Biarnovic wants to say? American bombing is getting more and more frequent, and it will basically happen every fifteen minutes. If we collapse, I believe it will be of no benefit to you. Let the American soldiers stand on the border of the Soviet Union. I wonder what your country plans?"

Although he controlled himself and did not get angry, he finally retorted and mocked the Soviet Union for its timid and cowardice.

Biarovich smiled and said, "The national and local policies were made by President Gorbachev. I am just carrying out my mission. Okay, I will get back to the point. What I brought this time is the improvement products based on the navigation system of the Scud missile. It can ensure that the error of your missile is no more than 100 meters! I believe that with this guidance system, you will definitely be able to give the US military a very heavy blow!"

Saddam was delighted.

The error of one hundred meters is quite high. Within this error range, he was confident that he would blow the US military to the point of howling. As a general who once led Iraq to fight eight years of war, he knew that if this guidance system was really as good as the other party claimed, it could turn his adverse situation to some extent.

It is even possible to force the US military to fight on the battlefield of their choice by continuously bleeding them!

This is so meaningful!

He was very happy and asked in a series of questions: "How much does this guidance system cost? How many sets do you plan to provide us? How long will it take to modify it? In addition, if experts can be sent to help us repair the air defense system, we will have absolute confidence to defeat the Americans."

The Air Force Commander next to him also came over and said, "It's better to sell us more Su 27,

"Not bad!" Aziz pushed his glasses and said, "If we had one or two hundred Su27s, we would be more tough when talking to the outside world."

Biarnovic pretended to be reserved, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. He was not a real Soviet envoy, and he only had a Scud guidance system in his hand. He could not sell any other arms to them.

However, he had to stand to the end and pondered: "I came here this time mainly to modify three guidance systems for you and test its performance. Our quotation for this system is 800,000 US dollars, and the modification fee is 200,000 US dollars. As for the others, I can only report it after I go back and then make the decision by the above."

Saddam's heart was cold and his expression became unpleasant.

The Russians are still the same. They use inferior goods that they have never tried before to cheat money. Other requirements are also avoided.

Damn, treat me as a new weapon test site!

He coldly asked Bianovich and others to rest, but they expressed that they hoped to start working as soon as possible and modify the three missile guidance systems.

Saddam's face looked a little better and asked someone to take them directly to the missile factory.

When the Soviets left, they immediately started discussing: How strong will the Soviet Union support them?

"I don't think the Soviets will publicly express their support for us." As foreign minister, Aziz still knows it.

"The key is Su 27, 27, air! Now all the planes dare not take off. If the Americans are allowed to bomb this unscrupulously, I can only order them to drive the plane to Iran and ask for their protection!" The Air Force Commander said impatiently.

Saddam looked gloomy: "Let our people contact the Soviet Union and see what their attitude is! If they are still the same, there is probably no hope."

"Perhaps their guidance system will surprise us, and it may not be certain." Aziz thought, "If the accuracy of the missile can be increased to a range of 100 meters, then we can launch a large-scale missile war against the US military. Don't we still have hundreds of missiles?"
Chapter completed!