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

Azam must be treated with caution!

Several American soldiers discovered a huge amount of Saddam Hussein's property, which they couldn't take away in a short time, so they buried a portion of it and planned to move it later.

but……

What if something unexpected happens and someone else steals your wealth?

Will they take precautions, like... setting up a booby trap or something?

The closer you get to success, the more careful and cautious you must be!

Majid stopped what he was doing and watched as Azam reached out and carefully felt under the money box, and then... he actually found a wire tied to the bottom!

Azam took out a small knife he used for cleaning fish and cut the thin line. After some searching, he found the second line...

After cutting the three thin threads, Azam finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Move the boxes upstairs!"

"good!"

After Majid moved the money box to an open space to the side, he turned around and looked...

Azam used his knife to poke at the soil below, and soon dug out a string of grenades, then a second, a third...

If you had moved the cash box directly, pulling the pin would have released the safety pin on the grenade, causing the safety grip to spring open and the grenade to detonate...

If it weren't for Azam, I would have already returned to the true self by now!

Thinking of this, Majid's back was covered in cold sweat.

After doing all this, Azam came up, wiped his hands on the back of his clothes a few times, and then reached for the money box.

Whoosh!

The money box was opened, and under the plastic sheet, stacks of neatly arranged green coins appeared!

We're rich! We're rich!

In the 1980s, one Iranian dinar could be exchanged for three US dollars!

After the Gulf War in 91, the Iranian dinar began to depreciate. After the war broke out last year, the dinar became almost worthless, with one US dollar being able to exchange for more than three thousand dinars!

In the current Italian market, the US dollar is definitely a more useful currency than the dinar!

"Great, Azam, with this money, the guerrillas won't have to worry about running out of funds anymore. We can..."

"Then let's hurry!"

"what?"

"Keep digging!"

"Okay!" Majid realized: there might be more than one money box here! There are more inside!

The two continued wielding their shovels.

Soon, the second money box appeared!

Having learned from Azam's experience, Majid carefully cut the grenade's cord, made sure nothing was hanging below, and then slowly moved it out.

"Keep going!"

"good!"

Soon, the third money box was dug out, followed by the fourth...

If you dig any further, you'll find more and more tree roots, making it impossible to hide the money box anymore. That should be all there is!

Looking at the four money boxes laid out on the ground, Majid's hands trembled with excitement.

This is... a staggering ten million US dollars!

Even in developed countries, that's enough for someone to live a life of luxury, but in a poor and backward place like Yituo, a hundred dollars is enough to live on for a year!

"Excellent, truly excellent! Ten million can support a guerrilla force of ten thousand for ten years! With the funding problem solved, our guerrillas can fight much better..."

Seeing Majid's animated gestures, Azam was somewhat disappointed.

What happened to the promised 200 million? Media people really love to exaggerate! Especially those who make short dramas, they always claim hundreds of millions in pocket money…

Feeding and caring for 10,000 people is very different from feeding 10,000 people to fight a war!

Don't weapons and equipment cost money? What if someone dies in the line of duty? Won't they receive compensation? How long will it take to spend ten million?

Wait, why do I always think about 10,000 people?

Do you still think you're living in a past life? A casual heavy combined arms brigade has five or six thousand people, hundreds of Type 99 tanks, hundreds of infantry fighting vehicles, and dozens of 155mm self-propelled howitzers, and you still feel your firepower is insufficient...

There are only twenty people, including those who cook. This ten million... we should be worried about how to spend it!

Thinking of this, Azam smiled, while Majid's expression turned from sunny to cloudy.

"Azam, so much money... how are we going to get it back?"

A motorcycle won't do; strapping four money boxes to the back is too conspicuous! Even if you dump them into a big bag and tie it to the back... it's still too flashy!

What if we get stopped...

Azam glanced around, then strode toward the garage.

Hopefully there are still cars here!

There are at least three to five cars in this kind of villa...

Squeak...

The garage door opened, and inside... there was only one minibus!

"Let's take this one! It's all run-down, nobody should care. Let's camouflage it a bit more..."

"good!"

The sun gradually slid down into the west, and the sky gradually darkened.

In a dilapidated courtyard in a village on the outskirts of Mahmoudiye, Mariam paced anxiously.

Why haven't they come back yet?

Has something happened to Captain Azam?

"Mariam, don't worry," Nur comforted her softly.

"Mom, how can I not be worried? News has come from Baghdad that they're offering a thousand dollars for information on our guerrillas. That's a thousand dollars! Our captain..."

With such a high reward, what if someone can't resist the temptation...?

quack!

Just then, the guerrillas crouching in the date palm tree let out a holy cry!

Something's up!

Hashid, carrying his gun, quietly climbed over the wall, looked outside, and then... his eyes widened.

A dilapidated minibus was driving towards us from a distance. Although the windshield was dirty, we could still make out the faces of the people inside!

"The captain is back!"

Crunch!

Mariam quickly opened the gate and rushed out, just as the minibus stopped.

"Captain Azam, you're finally back!" Mariam rushed to the driver's side and helped open the car door.

"Yes, you're back." Azam nodded. "Nothing happened during the day, right?"

"Yes, the US military is offering a reward of one thousand dollars..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped abruptly. Mariam's eyes widened as she watched Majid in the passenger seat open the back door and start unloading... a whole sheep!

This……

The villagers of Jufula live a very hard life. This sheep... they can only eat it during festivals like Eid al-Adha. Who would dare to be so extravagant on ordinary days?

"Majid, I'm here to help you!" The Caliph ran out and went to help.

Shehid stepped forward, his expression complex: "Captain Azam, this time when you go out..."

"We went to Baghdad and found a few wealthy families. After some persuasion, they decided to donate some money to our team," Azam said. "Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

You're rich now?

Inside the courtyard, Mariam watched in shock as Azam pulled out... two bundles of greenbacks from the dilapidated fish bucket. This was... two hundred thousand US dollars!

"Mariam, this money will be temporarily held by you and your mother to cover our guerrilla team's daily expenses!"

"Is this... too much?"

Azam smiled and took out two more bundles: "These need to be taken to the village chief so he can distribute this money to our villagers. Their homes were destroyed by the Americans, and their livelihoods are ruined. Giving each household a sum of money will relieve their worries about the future. However, they must be careful when using it..."

The guerrillas were stunned!

If you send it to the villagers, then you're sending it to their families!

Then, Azam pulled out two more bundles: "These are the bounties for our Death Juba Guerrilla Team. Anyone who provides information on the whereabouts of US military personnel, convoy routes, or even logistical patterns will be rewarded! Anyone who provides information on high-ranking US military officials will be rewarded with one thousand dollars!"