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

At that moment, the heads of the four American tank crewmen all went blank!

They're out here to have fun, not to die!

Before they came out, Umar, the platoon leader of the Second Battalion, kindly reminded them to be careful and not to run into Juba, the Grim Reaper, on their way out. They thought he was just scaremongering, but now…

These people must have been burying IEDs by the roadside, and I just happened to run into them!

Damn it... is it too late to leave now?

All four of them held their breath, then instinctively took a step back... one step, two steps, three steps...

Just then, a cold voice rang out from behind!

"Don't move!"

They couldn't understand the Arabic, but the threatening tone in the man's voice was very clear!

Without thinking, Nelson reached for his gun, but the moment his hand gripped the handle, a sharp pain shot through his back.

puff!

A cold bayonet had already plunged into his back!

"what……"

Nelson's screams echoed through the night sky, leaving the other three dumbfounded!

Boom!

The other man kicked Nelson, sending him sprawling forward. The bayonet was pulled out, and blood continued to gush from the wound on his back…

The other three dared not resist any longer and quickly raised their hands.

"We surrender, please don't kill us!"

Behind them, the Caliph continued to hold his AKM rifle in his right hand, wiping the blood splattered on his face with his sleeve with his left. To be honest... his stomach was churning, but... he knew that if he wanted to fight the Americans, he had to get past this hurdle!

At this moment, Azam, who was directing the moving of things, glanced over and said with great satisfaction, "Caliph, well done! Tie these three up first!"

The entire guerrilla force was mobilized this time. After parking, they dispersed, with the Caliph in charge of guarding the surroundings and Shehid in charge of preparing the scene.

They had actually noticed the four men approaching long ago, but dared not fire, fearing they might alert them. Even though the location was five kilometers away from the target, they had to be cautious and could only wait for the men to pass before quietly following them from behind.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of these four people, they are not scouts; they are just out for a stroll, and may even be planning to bully others...

Now that you're here, you're not leaving!

Hearing Azzam's praise, the Caliph was very excited: "Yes!"

Sheshid was somewhat embarrassed; it was his fault for letting the rocket slip through. Luckily, he hadn't installed the fuse, otherwise…

Three American prisoners were tied together, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They were tank crewmen and hadn't brought their individual night vision goggles, otherwise they would have spotted everyone long ago!

They truly regretted it, but unfortunately, there was no going back! They looked up, their eyes filled with terror as they watched the guerrillas' actions.

Are these people going to plant booby traps?

That doesn't seem right! Instead of digging a pit, they piled up a mound of earth.

These people were speaking Arabic in a language I couldn't understand.

"Without a launcher, we can construct a very simple earthen launch pad on site," Azam demonstrated to everyone. "The surface of this launch pad must be flat, and its length must be close to the length of the rocket so that the rocket will take off smoothly..."

Ordinary rockets are stabilized by tail fins and can only be used on specialized launchers. The 107 rocket, on the other hand, is stabilized by spin and has no tail fins, making it as smooth as a cannonball. This allows it to be launched from a mound of earth!

After saying that, Azam took the rocket, placed it on the earthen slope, and continued to give instructions.

"There is a white line on the projectile that is aligned with the direction of the rocket's flight. This white line can be used for aiming during a simple launch."

As Azam spoke, he fastened the calipers sight from the ammunition box onto it.

"This caliper has distance and azimuth markings, similar to the sights on a gun. You attach it to the rocket, align it with the white markings, and you can aim accurately with these three points in a straight line..."

This is the most distinctive feature of the Dongfang 107mm rocket: it can be launched directly using a simple method without a launch device, and it also has a professional aiming device!

"Captain Azam, how do we start the fire?" Shehid asked.

"That's a very good question, that's right, it's ignition!"

What do you mean?

"If there is an electric firing device, we can attach the wires to the ring at the tail and the primer, and then use three dry cell batteries to fire it. If not, then..."

Azam brandished his entrenching tool, aiming it at the tail of the rocket...

Bang, bang, bang!

In just three strikes, the tail cap of the rocket was smashed off!

Aren't you afraid of blowing up the rocket?

"We only need to ignite the tail with a torch for a few seconds, and it will fire. Now, let's talk about safety procedures. First, we must avoid the wake region during launch..."

Some people think RPGs are cool and pose with them for photos, but in reality they don't understand them at all and may even be completely violating weapon handling principles.

When a rocket is launched, there is a large danger zone behind it, and no one should stand there. It should also not be launched in a confined space, otherwise you will burn yourself.

The same goes for these 107mm rockets; if you don't avoid the wake zone, you won't even know how you died!

Azam explained in great detail. The three American prisoners watched these people tinkering and felt that... it didn't seem like they were making IEDs, but they didn't know exactly what they were doing.

Five minutes later.

"We'll fire a couple of shots tonight to test the waters. Shehid, Khalifa, you two come and greet the American troops!"

These two are key figures that Azam is grooming for future leadership roles, so they must be trained as soon as possible!

"Yes."

The two men excitedly took the rockets and each fiddled with the rocket in front of them.

Three minutes later.

"Report: We confirm that the aiming operation was completed in accordance with the procedures!"

"Then let's light it!"

Seeing the two men carrying torches, the three American prisoners widened their eyes. What were they going to do? Launch rockets?

What kind of weapon can be used like this? It's so primitive! But... thinking about it, the US military has been facing these kinds of homemade weapons lately, and they've been surprisingly effective...

The guerrillas watched as the torches illuminated their faces, revealing the expectant look in their eyes!

Shehid and the Caliph, each holding a torch, cautiously approached the tail of the rocket from the side. One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Swish, swish!

A burst of flame shot out from the tail of each of the two rockets; anyone behind them would have been instantly incinerated!

Whizzing!

Two rockets, spaced a distance apart, streaked with long tongues of fire as they flew into the distance, their exhaust trails tracing beautiful arcs across the sky…

Three American prisoners of war stared wide-eyed!

This……

This is actually working?

Wait, where did this rocket land...? Could it be our own base?

Azam grinned. "Americans, taste the power of the 107mm rocket!"