Dominate South Asia

"Just a flock of sheep." Muhammad sneered and said, "I went this time just to let them know that in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are futile!"

Mhammad's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Although Muhammad has been fighting bravely since he came here, and has gained his current position by relying on his own life and death, it has a lot to do with Zia-ul-Haq's appreciation. If Zia-ul-Haq had not been constantly promoted, Muhammad would not have become the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army in just a few years, and the second person in Pakistan.

Muhammad has deep feelings for Zia-ul-Haq. Zia-ul-Haq's assassination has caused Pakistan to lose a helmsman at this critical moment. Those people only care about their own immediate interests and don't care about national interests at all. They all deserve to die!

When necessary, Muhammad can also be decisive in killing. What democracy, what freedom, what Pakistan needs now is a strong ruler who needs to lead Pakistan to the position of a powerful country!

At this time, the combat equipment of Unit A was still very simple. Because Muhammad had a lot of things to do, the equipment of this unit had not been in place. Except for the Black Hawk helicopter, other heavy equipment was in the plan.

Helicopters are enough!

"Our president is gone." At this time, looking at the soldiers standing on the tarmac, Muhammad's tone was heavy: "The tragedy of history is repeating itself. We are not losing in the battle with foreign enemies, but consuming precious national strength internally. It is ourselves who make ourselves unable to become strong. Now, it is time for us to correct this mistake!"

Muhammad said it concisely. At this time, there is no need to say it clearly. These soldiers all know what mission they will perform.

"Now, as the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army, I order all our Pakistani troops to continue to follow the wishes of our President Zia-ul-Haq and fight hard for the strength of our Pakistan! Now. Let's go to correct the rebellion in Islamabad!"

Muhammad was dressed in military uniform, combat uniform, helmet, the same ammunition, and a murderous look on his face.

"Yes!" All the soldiers answered.

"We must first control the presidential palace and issue our orders there! Pakistan cannot fall into the hands of conspirators again!" Muhammad said: "Get on board!"

At this time, it was getting dark, and several Black Hawk helicopters took off from the Peshawar airport. They flew westward, and in order to prevent being discovered by Islamabad's air defense network, they flew very low.

At the same time, the 11th Army stationed at the Peshawar base also began to move towards Islamabad.

The rumbling sound of the engine, the airflow blowing to the ground, raising a piece of sand, Muhammad thought about his past life, how many battles there were, all such scenes, and now. He, like an ordinary soldier, has to fight for the future of Pakistan, and at the same time, for Muhammad's own future.

Before leaving, some of Zia-ul-Haq's words were still vivid. Pakistan is a society with complex family power, especially the upper class, and those families. They will never forget the power they once held.

Humph, it would be fine if they stayed quietly, but they dared to attack the president, so I must not let them go. In terms of conspiracy, Muhammad has even tricked the Iron Lady. How can these families compare with Muhammad in terms of some of their methods!

"Attention, we are about to reach Islamabad." The pilot's voice came from the plane.

They flew at a very low altitude all the way, and before they knew it, they had arrived in Islamabad.

"Prepare for battle." Colonel Niaz, the commander of Unit A, said next to Muhammad. He opened the magazine with a clatter and checked it for the last time.

Everyone was making the same preparations.

Islamabad had entered the middle of the night. Except for the street lights that were still illuminating the city, the rest of the place had become dark.

The helicopter roared and moved along the central street. Soon, a familiar place appeared in front of them, the Presidential Palace!

A soldier opened the door of the cabin and pushed the machine gun out. If there was resistance on the ground that prevented them from landing, then this machine gun would shoot them into several sections without mercy.

However, it seems that they have gotten used to the roar of the helicopter, or the guards did not expect the helicopter to land here. When the Black Hawk helicopter hovered over the building of the presidential palace, the guards were still at their posts, and everything was normal.

The rope was lowered, and Niaz was the first to slide down along the rope. Then, several soldiers slid down one after another and ran to the side quickly to protect the landing site.

Muhammad followed down, and he walked a few steps to the attic door on the roof and kicked it open.

The Black Hawk was pulled up, and the second one landed again, continuing to drop armed personnel, and at this time, Muhammad had entered the building.

The third floor was dark, and the lights were still on in the presidential office on the second floor.

Two soldiers opened the way and gradually approached the office on the second floor according to CQB training. There was no guard guarding here!

"Bang." The soldiers kicked the door of the office open, holding submachine guns in their hands, and rushed in. As long as they found someone resisting, they would immediately pull the trigger and shoot bullets.

The man sitting on the chair suddenly woke up. When he saw the armed soldiers in front of him, he suddenly woke up: "Which unit are you from? Whose order did you receive? As the Minister of Defense, I order you to leave here immediately!"

It was Murwef who spoke. When he found that even his guards began to show that kind of eyes, he remembered that the Iron Lady was killed in this way, so he ordered the guards to protect the presidential palace, and there was no guard close to him, which was safer.

He didn't expect that these people in front of him would fall from the sky.

There were many things to deal with, especially the internal affairs of the army, which gave Murwef a headache. In particular, the armies of several states began to disobey his mobilization. He sent people to receive the troops. It turned out that these troops did not accept the new commander.

Murwef began to have an ominous premonition, especially the news from Europe that Muhammad was missing and no one knew where he went. The old general who was almost fifty years old was actually afraid of a young man in his twenties.

"My order." A voice came from behind.

Muhammad came over, wearing a combat uniform, which made him look taller and more upright. He held an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, ready to shoot bullets of revenge at any time.

Suddenly, Murwave felt his legs trembling. From the perspective of Pakistan's system, he, the Minister of Defense, was not even as powerful as the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army.

"General Muhammad, you are finally back. With you here, the country has a backbone. These days, I have been worried about your safety. Now that I see you, I feel relieved." Murwave said. He stood up from the president's seat.

"Really? You are still really worried about my safety." Muhammad walked to the seat and sat there: "Tell me, tell me your crime honestly, and I can let you go."

"What crime?" Murwave asked, looking at the people brought by Muhammad all around, he knew that his end would probably be miserable.

What to do? His people were outside the presidential palace, even if the alarm was sounded. Before the guards arrived, he could have died more than a dozen times.

"It seems that you are still not aware enough." Muhammad said, raising his hand.

The Uzi submachine gun made almost no sound. Murvef's thigh trembled, and a bullet had been shot in.

"Ah." Murvef screamed, and the severe pain invaded his brain.

"What evidence do you have? I am the Minister of Defense! How can you do this to me without trial!" Murvef shouted. Usually, Muhammad was just an ordinary soldier. Murvef had a natural sense of superiority. But now, Murvef suddenly realized that the person in front of him was actually a devil.

"Trial? Let me tell you, I am judging now." Muhammad said, and walked over slowly, looking at the terrified Murvef, stepped on the wound on his leg, and rolled it hard.

Murwef's screams became louder, and the sound was transmitted to the outside through the window. The guards realized that something was wrong and wanted to rush in.

"General Muhammad, the deputy chief of staff, ordered all troops to return to their original positions immediately. Those who mobilized without authorization will be punished for disobeying military orders!" At this time, the soldiers of Unit A had already rushed to the first floor and shouted at the guards who wanted to get closer.

This defense minister is simply a fool. He actually dispersed the guards so far! There were no guards on the entire building, which was good. At least there was no bloodshed during their occupation.

The Black Hawk helicopter flew over in a circle, with the machine guns on the side pointing here. As long as these guards made any unusual movements, they would strike mercilessly.

General Muhammad! In the army, military exploits are important. The lower-level troops admire those with military exploits the most. When they heard that General Muhammad was back, they were immediately happy.

"Is it really General Muhammad?" asked a guard.

"I order you to return to your station immediately. This is the presidential palace. You are the Pakistani army, not someone's army." Muhammad appeared in the window on the second floor and shouted to the soldiers outside.

At this time, a well-trained sniper could kill Muhammad. He dared to appear here, which was an absolute confidence.

"It is General Muhammad!"

"We will retreat immediately!"

Seeing that all the guards had withdrawn, Murvef was even more terrified.

"Go ahead, tell me the inside story of your collusion with Mirza and several big families." Muhammad said. He firmly believed that Mirza was the ambitious man behind the scenes.

"You can't kill me. Except for President Zia-ul-Haq, I am the only one who controls our Pakistan's nuclear plan!" At this moment, Murvef suddenly remembered something. This was his last straw to save his life. (To be continued ~^~)