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

Mandeli, a border town in Diyala province.

"Brother Hai Shan, thank you for providing the drone production line. The video we recorded has now spread all over the world. Everyone knows that taking down Colin Powell really had nothing to do with you. It was all done by our Mahdi Army! The Americans should abandon their plans to strike you."

In the past few days, all the high-ranking officials of Langtu have disappeared without a trace, preventing the Americans from locking onto their targets. Meanwhile, the production line has been dismantled from their own cave factory and transported to Mandeli.

Of course, Azam was also busy during these days. The Mahdi soldiers who stayed at the base all turned into groundhogs and dug out an underground production workshop!

To mislead the Americans, curtains were specially hung on the walls of the production workshop during filming, as if to prevent the interior lights from attracting attention from outsiders.

Upon hearing Azam's words, Haisan Hammadani's expression became complicated.

He hadn't expected that the Langtu leadership would be so afraid of death. When he reported that Azam wanted a production line, they agreed without hesitation. He also hadn't expected the Mahdi Army to be so efficient, setting up an underground production workshop in such a short time.

In short, this matter is resolved, but... why do I still feel uneasy?

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

"Brother Azam, these technicians..."

In the video, those assembling drones are all workers from Langtuo. After all, the Mahdi Army has only recently come into contact with this technology. Previously, Azam had always resented the Quds Force sending people to him, but now…

"Let them stay until we've trained our workers."

What? You're not going to show off this time?

"Okay, they can stay here for half a month, but be careful. The US military is looking for you all over the world, and they've also hired Blackwater at a high price. Those guys are very capable..."

Azam's face darkened.

They hire mercenaries, pay to have their lives taken. They are a group of desperados who take pleasure in killing. They have no sense of right or wrong. In Yituo, Blackwater Company takes pleasure in slaughtering civilians, since they have criminal immunity anyway!

In September 2003, when a Blackwater convoy was passing through the Mansur district of Baghdad, it shot and killed 21 innocent women and children. On April 4, 2004, they shot and killed hundreds of protesters in Najaf!

These are a group of executioners with blood on their hands! They are more despicable than the American soldiers!

"Brother Azam, brother Azam?" Haisan Hammadani clearly sensed that Azam was not in a good mood and called out a few times.

Azam then came to his senses and said calmly, "Understood. We originally planned to kill the American troops first, but since these people have also been mobilized, we will focus on Blackwater's mercenaries from now on!"

The Mahdi Army has been training for some time now, and it's time to test the combat effectiveness of this force!

"You want to go head-to-head with the Blackwater mercenaries? That's a bit risky, isn't it? Those are all madmen who enjoy killing!"

"Our men are indeed no match for Blackwater, but... who would be foolish enough to confront Blackwater mercenaries head-on? All those cannonballs we brought from Sadr City last time haven't even been used yet!"

If you observe Azzam's rise, from the very first battle, he never fought head-on; he always used various methods to outmaneuver his opponents!

No matter how powerful Blackwater mercenaries are, they are still human; they can die if hit by a bomb!

Hazma Hamdani became even more excited: "So, what exactly are your plans?"

Azam gave a faint smile: "I haven't thought about that yet."

Of course, I couldn't tell the Holy City Brigade the specific plans; I couldn't trust them!

Haisan Hamdani wanted to say, "Let's think about it together if we haven't decided yet," but... looking at Azam's expression, he suddenly realized something.

Fine, we've even given you the drone production line, and you still don't trust us? That's going too far!

Baghdad, Green Zone, Blackwater's temporary office.

When the U.S. military captured Baghdad last year, Blackwater followed suit. However, they did not have a dedicated camp, since the personnel they sent had completed full training at Blackwater's training camps in the United States and were there to carry out missions and make money.

Their employees are spread throughout Iraq, going wherever there are employers. In Baghdad, it was just a temporary office.

But today... all the mission planning managers scattered throughout Yituo have come, and everyone is studying the large-scale map on the wall.

"They must have gone to the northern mountains, which is the best place to hide," said Scott, a veteran who had served two years in Afghanistan.

"No, no, that area is mostly Kurdish, with a small portion being Sunk areas. It's impossible for Shiite militias to hide there; they'd be easily discovered by the locals." Winston, a veteran who came in 03, shook his head. "I think they're somewhere near Baghdad or Najaf, just very well hidden..."

"No, no, I absolutely do not believe that the Mahdi Army could rise so quickly. They must have received help from Lang Tuo, so..." Rodriguez, who had black skin, analyzed. As a Latino, he had climbed up the ranks in the US military and Blackwater entirely through his own abilities. Now, his judgment was very close to the truth.

Just then, someone came in: "Report! There's a local man outside requesting an audience. He says he frequently sees drones flying overhead in his hometown!"

The Mahdi Army's drone attacks are very precise; they must have undergone rigorous training to hit their targets. So... they must have been training for a long time!

Instantly, everyone became excited.

"Quick, let him in!" said Cofer Black, the Blackwater company's head in Eto.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a long robe walked in, his eyes darting around before he bowed to the American.

"Hello, my name is Zaidan. I came from my hometown to stay with relatives in Baghdad two days ago, but... sob sob sob..."

This guy started crying right away, what does that mean?

"Hey, stop crying, just say what you want to say!"

"My relatives were killed in a bombing recently, and I... I have no relatives or friends in Baghdad, and I've run out of money..."

After all that, it all boils down to wanting money, doesn't it?

Snapped!

A green coin was slapped on the table.

One hundred dollars is an absolute fortune for locals!

"Speak!"

"My relative's house was bombed and collapsed. I want to repair it. My poor relative..."

Cofer Black had no choice but to continue, pulling nine more green coins from his pocket.

"Okay, can you tell me now?"

"Yes, my hometown is in Gaim."

What? The place next to Xu Tuo?