Chapter 45: The Rise of Kuwait's Two-Way Smugglers Heaven's Bookstore

  Ibn Saud looked at Sheikh Muhammad galloping forward, then glanced back at the smoke-filled Kuwait City, his hand involuntarily reaching for the curved dagger at his waist, but just then his father, Abdul, the current head of the Saudi family, approached from behind and stopped him with a stern gaze.

  Ibn Saud looked at his father with a somewhat angry gaze, but Abdul continued to stop him with a firm gaze. It wasn't that the old man was being righteous, but rather their strength was too small. If they were to make a move against the Sabah family now, it would be difficult to guarantee who would end up dead. Just as the father and son were exchanging glances, the fleeing group suddenly came to a halt, followed by a chorus of human shouts and horse neighs, because at that moment, a large number of cavalrymen appeared in front of them.

  These horsemen, all dressed like the invaders, swept across the arid desert like a red flame, quickly spreading their wings to encircle and suddenly strong enemy Sheikh Muhammad showed a desperate look, now he can be said to have been forced into a dead end.

  "Charge forward, rather die in battle than live in shame! People of Allah, use your curved blades to cut off the heads of the enemy!" Abdul shouted, his spirit infecting the troops, who immediately erupted into a cacophony of war cries, his son yelling louder than anyone else as he brandished his sword.

  Sheikh Muhammad gritted his teeth and looked ahead, the Red Devils charging towards him with at most four hundred men, while he had over two hundred true warriors, the last elites of the Sabah family and Saudi family, maybe they still had a chance if they fought hard.

  "Charge! Cut a bloody path!" he yelled, brandishing his curved blade.

  More than 200 Arab warriors immediately formed a charging formation and rushed towards the enemy, while the mercenaries on the opposite side also formed the same formation and charged over. At this moment, the Sabah family warriors who had already killed with bloodshot eyes did not notice that the Saudi people beside them were slowly falling behind by one horse head, nor did they notice that the knives and guns in their hands were aimed at their own backs.

  "Take action!" Abdul, who was in the midst of a charge, suddenly shouted and almost simultaneously slashed his knife at the neck of his companion beside him. Alongside him was his son, Ibn Shat, who had been following Sheikh Muhammad closely, and without hesitation plunged his small curved dagger into the back of the Kuwaiti leader who had sheltered him for two years.

  Poor Sheikh Ahmed let out a miserable cry and turned around, only to be met with Ibn Saud's sinister grin.

  "He..." He stared blankly at the little demon who had always been respectful to him, and before he could understand what was happening, another severe pain struck his back, causing his eyes to turn black and losing consciousness forever.

  Ibn Saud plunged his curved dagger into Muhammad's body several times, then yanked him off the horse. By this time, most of his men had been killed or captured. More than half of the Sabah family members, including their leader, were dead. The remaining few dozen were turning back to avenge their fallen comrades, but by that time, the mercenaries had also charged forward. Although they did not understand what was happening, the mixed troops of British and Indian soldiers did not care about these things. They fired randomly at the Sabah people who were caught in between, and soon only a dozen or so of them remained on horseback, holding knives and guns in despair, looking at their enemies in front and behind, then looked at each other, roaring with anger, charging towards that group of despicable traitors.

  The outcome of these guys was certainly no suspense, hundreds of Saudis besieged a dozen Sabahis, even without the help of mercenaries, this was still an easy battle, but the angry Sabahis still made the Saudis pay the price of six deaths with their anger.

  After the battle, Abdul and his son came to the front of the mercenary army with their bloody curved knives, bowed to a man who seemed to be the commander and said: "Respected General, we are Saudi people, friends of Mr. Yang."

  When Mr. Yang learned of the news that the Sabah family was completely defeated, the remaining enemies in Kuwait City had been basically cleared out. The British officers who had been suffocating at sea were now performing their duties as conquerors in the city with their Chinese subordinates, enjoying the wealth and women of the conquered people. Mr. Yang did not intend to stop these acts, his men were mercenaries after all, so there was no need to consider any issues of face, three British officers and twenty rod soldiers had died in this war, if he didn't let the remaining people vent properly, their hearts would scatter and the troops would be difficult to lead.

  It wasn't just his men who were wreaking havoc in the city, but also those foreign merchants, who couldn't help but join in on the looting. These guys had lived here for many years and knew exactly which families had the most money and whose daughters were the prettiest, so their plundering was extremely efficient. This inevitably led to conflicts with the mercenaries, and as a result, over a dozen foreign merchants were killed in this battle. Of course, it was the Sabah family who killed them, and in their desperation, they had become somewhat deranged. This was just an unfortunate accident that had nothing to do with Ambralla's mercenaries.

  It wasn't until the next day that Yang Da Boss formally entered the city to receive his territory. Looking at those houses still smoking, the Arabs being forced by bayonets to carry out corpses and bury them in pits, as well as the occasional sound of women's wailing, he nodded his head in satisfaction. This was what a conquered city should look like.

  "What are these people?" He looked at the dozens of Arab women kneeling and bound in front of him with a puzzled expression, ranging from old to young, including some who were young and beautiful.

  "These are the wives and daughters of Kuwaiti masters." Colonel Ron, standing beside him, shrugged his shoulders. This old executioner, who had participated in the Anglo-Egyptian War in 1882, was quite familiar with this kind of thing.

  Yang Da Boss nodded in satisfaction, looked at the chins of several young and beautiful girls with his hands, originally had some interest, but as a gentle breeze blew over, smelling the sheep's smell on their bodies, he immediately lost his appetite.

  "Get a slave trader to sell her!" said Yang, covering his nose. Although the Ottoman Empire had legally abolished the slave trade in 1857 under British pressure, the business of selling female slaves continued to thrive in this country until the 20th century.

  "Respected Imam, please be at ease. I, Yang Feng, am a man who attaches great importance to keeping promises. Since I have already agreed to help you reclaim your territory, I will definitely fulfill my promise." After deciding the fate of those poor women, Boss Yang spoke with enthusiasm and passion to the patriarch of the Saudi family who was bowing to welcome him.

  Abdul exclaimed with a little more hope than he had expected: "Honorable Pasha, thank you for your mercy."

  Yang Feng smiled and nodded, then looked at Ibn Saud standing beside Abdul and said: "Is this the brave warrior who beheaded the rebel leader? What a young hero! Go ahead, choose one you like, it's my reward to you!"

  Ibn Saud's eyes lit up, he had been coveting one of Muhammad's daughters for a long time. Since Yang Feng was there, what else could he hesitate about? He quickly went forward and dragged out his spoils of war, first holding her in his arms to take a hurried glance, then throwing her to one of his subordinates amidst her angry struggles, before hastily bowing his head to continue serving beside Boss Yang.

  "Of course, you also know that I am a businessman, my principle is to only do transactions, even if it means losing money in the transaction, but absolutely cannot do free aid, this goes against my principles as a person." Yang Feng said while inspecting his territory, looking at the scarred city, and walking alongside Abdul.

  Abdul and his son exchanged puzzled glances.

  "Don't worry about me, I just need a formality, I can help you restore your country, and even help you get more, such as unifying the entire Arabian Peninsula, all of which I can do."

  "But there is one condition, no matter how much land you conquer, the development rights of all mineral resources on this land must be given to me. I will establish a Bay Mining Company, which will monopolize all mining exploration and exploitation rights in your territory. Of course, I will leave 10% of the shares for you." Yang Feng continued.

  "No problem!" Abdul said without hesitation, at that time the Arabian Peninsula had not discovered any valuable minerals, otherwise it would have been coveted by those big sharks, since this is the case, then it can be said to be a bargain, why not agree?

  Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction, then continued to say: "However, this matter is not feasible for now. Your strength is still too small. Even if I send troops to help you retake Neizhi, you don't have the ability to hold on to it."

  So, your main task now is to expand your own army, at least to a scale of one thousand people. Don't worry about supplies, guns and ammunition will all be provided by me, including instructors. In this way, in two years at most, you will have enough strength to counterattack and take back your land from the Rashid family. At that time, I will send sufficient soldiers to help you.

  Abdul and his son completely agree on this point. To be honest, these hundred or so people are in no way capable of restoring the country, they have neither men nor money, and now that they've finally found a big backer, it's still Yang Feng who calls the shots.

  Looking at their expectant expressions, Boss Yang couldn't help but secretly sigh. This deal was really too big; if his own strength didn't develop to the point of challenging the whole world in the future, he wouldn't dare cash out this investment, including Kuwait, which had the largest oil resources in the world.

  But where the next target of Imperial Oil should be placed, it needs to be carefully considered. Iraq should be a good target. If the Ottoman Empire has the largest oil field in the world, how many evil wolves will be attracted?