ushernet Chapter 909 - 909 865 General Osman
Chapter 909 - 909 865 General Osman
Chapter 909: Chapter 865: General Osman Chapter 909: Chapter 865: General Osman In the Starmoon Nation, the highest organ of power is known as the Ministerial Conference, and the highest domestic leader is the President. The current President of Starmoon Nation is Abdullah Yasin… In the Starmoon Nation, there are three major factional powers. Holding real authority are the Kogulut family from the Southern Military District, the Osman family from the Northern Military District, and the Yi Xin family.
All of this was information collected by Li Yong. On the plane to Starmoon, Nie Zhenbang perused the data presented by Li Yong and gained a preliminary understanding of the Starmoon Nation.
Of course, these things are not noticeable on the surface; they are all happening behind the scenes. The fact that Li Yong had access to this firsthand information fully demonstrated his capabilities.
A tripartite balance of power? A faint smile flickered across Nie Zhenbang’s face.
“Boss, the one who invited us this time is General Osman from the Northern Military District. He is the current Family Head of the Osman family and has served as the commander of the Northern Military District for thirty years. His subordinates and students virtually make up the entire district. His military rank is that of a general. Although he is one level lower than Marshal Kogulut, the Family Head of the Kogulut family and the commander of the Southern Military District, in reality, the two families are equally matched because, in the Star Moon Republic, the rank of marshal is only an honorary title and does not carry any real significance,” Li Yong explained to Nie Zhenbang.
After a pause, Li Yong continued, “The Osman family of the Star Moon Republic originated from the previous Starmoon Empire. Several hundred years ago, the first emperor of the Starmoon Empire was the first Family Head of the Osman family. They have Turkic blood. The relations with our Huaxia have been long and historical. The Osman family has always held a certain fondness for us, and this trade deal was also initiated by the Osman family.”
Nie Zhenbang nodded. To know your enemies and know yourself ensures victory in a hundred battles. Indeed, the history of the Osman family is rooted in Huaxia, but with hundreds or even thousands of years passing, history cannot replace the present. Nie Zhenbang did not take this trade deal lightly.
The flight was a direct one to Itan City, the capital of Starmoon Nation, as there were only direct flights from Jingcheng to Itan City.
This time, Nie Zhenbang didn’t adopt the extremely luxurious method of chartering a plane. In order to keep a low profile and avoid drawing attention, they flew on a commercial airline.
Among the accompanying personnel, there were ten people from the travel department to ensure the safety of Nie Zhenbang’s party. Additionally, there was one translator with Li Yong, Ma Ruhai and his two assistants, and two engineers from the technical department, making a grand total of nineteen people in the group.
That afternoon, just after four o’clock, the flight began its descent, landing smoothly at Itan City International Airport. By then, mobile stairs had moved into place, and under the direction of the ground crew at the airport, connected seamlessly with the cabin door.
As the cabin door opened, Nie Zhenbang and his entourage disembarked from the plane. At that moment, the scene on the tarmac, beside the plane, caught Nie Zhenbang off guard. He hadn’t expected the situation in Starmoon to be so tense—it seemed that the Osman and Kogulut families were at daggers drawn.
On the outer perimeter, four open-top military jeeps were assembled, each with a mounted M2HB heavy machine gun. The dark barrels, pointing upward, created an austere and tense atmosphere. On each vehicle, four fully armed soldiers remained vigilant, scanning the surroundings. In the center of the jeeps were three identical Mercedes armored sedans.
At the base of the mobile stairs, a group of five or six people stood waiting, with the man at the front being in his forties and around one meter ninety in height.
At that moment, Ma Ruhai whispered to Nie Zhenbang, “Boss, the man in front, that’s Weslie Osman, General Osman’s eldest son. He is the main person in charge of the Osman family and holds a position in the Northern Military District.”
As soon as Nie Zhenbang stepped off the plane, Weslie Osman approached with a welcome. His bulky stature and a face full of rough features were accompanied by a smile, which, quite evidently, looked rather comical because it was clear that Weslie was not a man given to smiles.
Yet, Weslie was very enthusiastic, shaking hands and saying, “Mr. Nie, welcome to Starmoon.”
After the translation was relayed, Nie Zhenbang returned the smile and said, “Hello, Weslie. Please convey my sincere respects to the general, and I am also honored to meet Mr. Weslie Osman from the Osman family.”
The pleasantries at the airport were brief, and soon enough, the vehicles were mobilized. Two business vans had enough room to accommodate Nie Zhenbang and his entourage. Under the protection of Osman family bodyguards, Nie Zhenbang, the translator, and the security officer Wu Li boarded the vehicle.
The convoy soon drove out towards the airport, and this time, there would be no stops in Itan City. Once out of the airport, the vehicles would head directly to the Northern Military District where the Osman family was located.
As soon as he got into the car, Wu Li squeezed Nie Zhenbang into the seat behind the driver, which was the safest spot in the vehicle. Because, according to scientific re