Chapter 279
In fact, Syria’s crude oil reserves are not much, even less than 1% of the world’s total, but Syria’s geographic location is very important.
Syria is located in western Asia, on the east coast of the Mediterranean Sea. It borders Turkey to the north, Iraq to the east, Jordan to the south, Lebanon and Palestine to the southwest, and Cyprus to the west across the Mediterranean Sea.
In addition to ethnic conflicts and religious conflicts, Syria has almost become a gunpowder keg in the Middle East, just a little bit.
The United States and other Western countries are taking advantage of the chaotic Middle East situation and using their own strong military power to forcibly establish a petro-dollar system, making the US dollar the currency of the world, thereby economically colonizing the world.
In order to maintain the hegemony of the U.S. dollar, the United States did not hesitate to directly send troops to attack Afghanistan, Iraq and other countries. Now, because of Syria's position problem, it is a matter of reason to brazenly attack Syria.
Pasa Island Presidential Palace, in the Conference Hall.
After hearing Anthony's words, Balsa almost fell into a sluggishness. He didn't expect that the Passa Islands, a trifling island country with a population of less than 10 million, had such big ambitions.
After the last Impala War, the military strength of the Passa Islands has been seen by all countries in the world, and it can be said to be very powerful.
But strong military strength does not mean that war potential is also strong.
Don’t say anything else, how can the Passa Islands withstand the nuclear strikes of those world powers based on the small land area of the Passa Islands, not to mention that the Passa Islands currently do not have nuclear weapons.
"Your Excellency," Anthony looked at Balsa's nervous look and laughed, "Don't be nervous, I said, that's just the goal of the Passa Islands."
He changed his voice, and then said, "At least in the short term, the Passa Islands have no such plans, even more how, it is not an overnight thing for your government forces to quickly put down the civil war, right?"
Speaking, Anthony looked at him fixedly.
Balsa's mouth was tight, and he said nothing.
Seeing Balsa's expression, Anthony didn't urge, instead, holding a cigar, he threw a cloud on the side, leaving Balsa to meditate alone.
Long time.
Anthony took the lead in breaking the silence, "Your Excellency, there is not much time left for you to consider. You must know that although we helped you to repel the offensive of the anti-government forces this time.
On the whole, the strength of the anti-government army has not been greatly damaged. You need to make a decision as soon as possible."
After hearing this, Balsa's hands trembled slightly, and his heart was in the sky. People fighting.
"even more how, where can the situation in Syria get worse?"
These words, like a basin of cold water pouring on Balsa's heart, come directly to him It's so cool.
Yes! No matter how bad the situation is, where can it get worse? He couldn't help thinking of the refugees and the dilapidated ruins in the country, his eyes gradually became firmer.
"Mr. President, the Syrian people are willing to work for you!" Balsa lowered his head slightly, gritting his teeth.
Seeing this, Anthony laughed, "Not for me, but for Mr. Fang!"
Balsa lifts the head, the two looked at each other and laughed together. .
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February 13th.
Three days have passed since the Passa Islands sent troops to Syria.
On the streets of New York in February, the weather was a bit cold, and passersby were wrapped in thick clothing, but there were still some capitalist beauties wearing short skirts and stockings in such cold weather, which frequently attracted the attention of passers-by.
The United Nations Headquarters building, three black cars parked at the door.
As soon as Li Zhe got out of the car, he was shocked by the cold wind on the street and couldn't help but shiver.
"It's really cold in New York." He murmured.
Li Zhe is the representative of the Passa Islands participating in the Security Council. As a Chinese politician in the Passa Islands, Li Zhe's promotion speed can be described as the speed of light.
From an unnamed government clerk to the United Nations Security Council representing the Passa Islands, Li Zhe’s career can be described as smooth sailing.
Sometimes he can't help feeling that, in some cases, ability is really not as important as standing in line. It is because of the Big Boss that he is backed by Zhao Anan, that he has been able to keep pace in the government system of the Passa Islands.
"Minister, beware of the cold!"
The entourage next to him, seeing Li Zhe shrink his shoulders, hurried forward, preparing to put on his coat.
Li Zhe waved his hand, signaled that he was not using it, and moved towards the door of the United Nations Headquarters and walked in.
When Li Zhe stepped into the meeting of the Security Council, the huge meeting hall was basically full of representatives of various countries. When everyone saw Li Zhe finally walked in, they turned their heads and looked towards him.
"Sorry! I'm late." Li Zhe apologized slightly nodded.
"Mister Li, please sit down!"
In the center of the round conference table, the American representative who presided over the meeting stretched out his hand.
Li Zhe nodded, quickly found his place to sit down, and put on the headphones of the Conference Hall.
The U.S. representative saw Li Zhe sitting down, nodded, "This time the United Nations Security Council, initiated by the permanent member of the United States, is mainly to discuss the issue of the missile attack on Syria on February 10."
p>Speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at Li Zhe, and continued, "Syria is because..."
Li Zhe listened to the US representative's long talk about the ethnic conflict in Syria , Religious beliefs, freedom and democracy, etc., I can’t help being a little drowsy. Not only Li Zhe, but many representatives of other countries are half-squining and not in the state.
"cough cough!" Suddenly, the representative of the United States coughed.
After hearing this violent cough, everyone reluctantly came back to his senses and looked at the American representative who was speaking.
"Then, we would like to ask, why did the Pasa Islands take the initiative to intervene in the Syrian war?"
Cast his eyes.
"What? Oh," Li Zhe came back to his senses, leaning close to the slender microphone in front of him, "Your country thinks that our Pasa Islands are involved in the Syrian war. Do you know any evidence?"
p>Li Zhe said with a smile on his face.
"OK," the U.S. representative seemed to have expected Li Zhe to ask this question a long time ago, "These are the photos taken by our pilots during the Battle of Damascus."
Said, On the large screen of the Conference Hall, a photo of the T-1 power armor appeared. This is the mecha of the Passa Islands, the first time it has been so clearly exposed to the eyes of the world.
"Oh, my goodness! What is this?!"
"God, I can't believe it!"
"This is the secret weapon of the Pasa Islands Is it?"
Countries immediately discussed spiritedly, and the entire conference site became like a vegetable market, and it was extremely noisy.
"Quiet!"
The American representative presiding over the meeting knocked on the wooden hammer on the meeting table, loudly said.
After all, it was the boss of the world who spoke. Countries all quieted down and waited for the explanation from the Passa Islands.
Li Zhe remained calm and composed while handling pressing affairs, tidying up the tie on his chest, and stood up.