Time Travel 04: I Fight the US in the Middle East

04, April 3.

Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.

The Tigris River flows slowly by, with the Euphrates River standing in the distance, thirty kilometers away.

Where there is water, there is life and civilization!

This place is also the home of One Thousand and One Nights and the birthplace of the ancient Babylonian Empire!

The ancient buildings stand haphazardly, their archways and carved windows weathered and worn by the passage of time. Even the modern buildings interspersed among them appear dull and lifeless.

Some buildings have been reduced to ruins, with broken bricks and stones scattered everywhere, interspersed with metal fragments, some still bearing the words "Made in USA".

The ruins reeked of a foul stench, and swarms of large-bellied flies hovered around them, as if they were the true masters of the place.

Buzz, buzz!

A roaring sound rang out.

A convoy drove by, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The vehicle is low-slung, resembling a toad, while the four large off-road tires underneath make it look like Bigfoot.

The vehicle has sharp angles and exposed rivets. The seven vertical air intakes on the front are particularly eye-catching. This is the Hummer that has accompanied American soldiers in their battles and deployments around the world!

The roof of the vehicle was open, with an M240 machine gun mounted on it, and a fully armed U.S. soldier standing behind the machine gun.

The flies didn't recognize it; they just smelled a scent they liked and flew over!

Snap, snap!

Machine gunner Steven Green waved his hand vigorously, trying to drive away the annoying thing.

"These damned flies are everywhere, even worse than those militiamen!"

Below, the black-skinned soldier Taylor Barnes, driving the car, chimed in: "Last week, a swarm of sandflies attacked the 42nd Infantry Division's camp, and reportedly over a hundred unlucky guys contracted Baghdad boils!"

"Those guys from New York State have no idea how terrible this place is!" Robert Casey, the squad leader of the 1st Platoon, 3rd Company, 7th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade, 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division, joked from the co-pilot's seat.

"I already know how terrible this place is. When are we finally going to be transferred?" Steven Green said.

In 03, the war broke out, and their unit was the vanguard, the first to reach Baghdad, and then began to maintain order in southern Baghdad.

Over the years, many soldiers have become exhausted!

"I don't know, they don't want to leave..."

The soldiers working so hard down there have long since given up!

Logically, the garrison should have been rotated on the ninth day of the first lunar month in 05, but the high-ranking officials wanted to stay and rake in as much money as possible...

As they spoke, the convoy had already left the city and continued its search along Highway 6.

Twenty minutes later, Steven Green suddenly shouted excitedly, "Quick, get off the highway! Head towards three o'clock!"

The three o'clock direction? That's just the village of Jufra, no need to...

and many more!

Robert Casey's eyes widened as he saw two dark figures rushing toward the village!

This is... a woman?

Despite being stationed in Baghdad for nearly two years, they haven't seen many women!

The streets of Baghdad are only frequented by men! Women only come out during festivals like Eid al-Fitr, and even then, they are completely covered up...

I miss the days when I was stationed in an island nation, where I could have any woman I wanted...

Before Robert Casey could give the order, Tyler Barnes grabbed the steering wheel, and the Hummer roared off the highway, hurtling towards the two dark figures!

The radio crackled with the voice of platoon leader Kenneth: "Squad One, Vehicle Two, what are you doing there?"

"Looking for fun!" Robert Casey replied over the radio, feeling a primal urge rekindling within him.

Looking for fun?

The platoon leader glanced at the two running figures in black robes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Sergeant, be careful not to cause any big trouble! Catch up with our convoy as soon as you're done!"

They needed to vent; after all, they had been fighting here for two years, and many soldiers were feeling pent up...

Buzz, buzz!

Taylor Barnes floored the accelerator, the 6.2-liter V8 engine roared, and the Hummer roared toward its target!

Two legs can't outrun four wheels!

Soon, the Hummer rushed in front of the two men in black robes and then did a stylish drift!

Dust billowed up amidst the squeaking of tires!

The Hummer has a wide body, with the engine located in the center and the front and rear tires bearing the same load, making it very stylish to perform such maneuvers on dirt roads!

It circled the two black-robed figures once, and when it stopped, dust was still flying everywhere!

Boom!

The car door opened, and Tyler Barnes was the first to run out.

"I suspect you are carrying weapons. Now, take off your clothes; I need to check them!"

Whoosh!

Steven Green pulled the bolt; if the two men in black didn't comply, he would fire a bullet over their heads! He'd teach them a lesson!

Robert Casey couldn't wait to get out of the passenger seat, and the two soldiers behind him followed suit.

Four men, grinning maliciously, surrounded the two men in black robes.

Unbeknownst to them, not far away, a pair of cold eyes were staring intently at them!

Beside him, a companion whispered, "Azam, are we really going to do this? They're American soldiers!"

"Majid, if we don't take action, are we just supposed to let the American troops humiliate our people?"

The middle-aged man named Azam answered in a low voice while fiddling with the equipment he had just dug out of the ground.

The gun has a barrel that is over a meter long, a wooden openwork stock, and most of the area behind the grip is hollowed out to form a straight grip!

The grip is fronted by a steel receiver, a classic AK series rifle design, and the barrel features a signature petal-shaped flash suppressor...

As an elite army soldier from the East, he was somewhat familiar with this gun, which was very similar to the Type 85 sniper rifle in China. However, the Russian markings on it indicated its identity: SVD sniper rifle!

Zhu Yongli joined the army eight years ago. When he was a new recruit, he was the eighth in his rank and was called Zhu Ba by everyone.

He was once a soldier in the 23rd batch of peacekeeping troops in Lituo stationed overseas. After retiring with the rank of sergeant last month, he came to Lituo to work as a tour guide, which not only earns him money but also solves his single problem, since there are many beautiful women here.

Who would have thought that after just one month of work, he would encounter a large-scale conflict? While searching for lost tourists, he drove his pickup truck into the streets and was then attacked by missiles fired from an Apache helicopter...

As a result... when he landed, he found that everything around him had completely changed!

Even he himself has changed!

He was wearing white pants, a white vest, and his bare arms were covered in thick body hair. He also had a pink headscarf on his head.

Beside them, a bearded man asked with concern, "Azam, how could you be so careless as to fall from the date palm tree?"

Looking at the tall date palm tree, Azam thought he was dreaming, so he pinched the big beard next to him hard.

"Ouch! Azam, did you hurt your brain?"

Upon hearing this, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and countless memories flooded his mind.

Azam Mutab Mahdi Anzi Abu Saleh was born in 1968 in Jufula village, a town under Mahmoudiyah, 25 kilometers south of Baghdad. He belongs to the Ju'aifer tribe, which is part of the Rabi'a tribal confederation.

He enlisted in 1988 when the Iran-Iraq War ended. Although he missed the battle with Lang Tuo, he was later defeated in the next battle!

During the Gulf War in 91, he ran faster than anyone else and successfully saved his life!

In 03, the Americans launched a war, and the powerful Iraqi army was wiped out. He buried his rifle in the ground and decided to live an ordinary life.

The bearded man beside him was his fellow villager and comrade in the army, Majid Ibrahim Zukhen Abid Al-Ghafar.

"What's the date today?"

"March 15, 2004."

Suddenly remembering something, his expression changed drastically.