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

"Lieutenant Umar, be careful! This could be a trap!"

At this moment, the people on the M2 infantry fighting vehicle also got off. Angel walked up to them and whispered a reminder.

The tank crew consisted of four people. The loader is now dead, and the others... might be dead too. This cry for help might be a trap to lure them into a pit!

After two days of fighting, everyone knows how terrifying this guerrilla force is!

Umar shook his head: "They should be real hostages; the voice isn't Arabic-accented English."

Arabs also have a distinctive accent when speaking English. For example, some consonants are missing in Arabic. So, when pronouncing "pet," it is pronounced as "bet."

For example, they habitually pronounce the 'r' sound, and the final consonants of words tend to be weakened, etc...

The person calling for help now has a strong New York accent, and it doesn't sound fake!

If they are indeed US soldiers, then they need to go to their rescue, after all, this is where the spirit of the US military lies!

Angel swallowed hard. "Alright, let's go rescue them together."

The guerrillas should have already retreated, and we don't even know which direction to chase them in. Now their only chance to make a contribution is to rescue the hostages!

If the hostages are not rescued, their act of disobeying orders and acting without authorization will cause them a lot of trouble if their superiors investigate!

Umar and Angel's men joined forces, carefully taking turns searching and providing cover. With the help of night vision goggles, the enemy snipers couldn't hide...

The cries for help grew closer and closer, until finally... they saw three people tied together back to back.

"Wilton, you're still alive!" Umar exclaimed excitedly as he recognized the person facing him.

Yes, we are still alive.

"Wait a moment, I'll have someone rescue you from here right away!"

"Wait, wait, we can't move..."

Why?

"Because... we're sitting on M67s with the fuse already pulled, so they'll loosen with the slightest movement of the grip, and the delay fuse has been adjusted to zero..."

Everyone gasped and took a few steps back.

Just like the booby trap on that corpse, only this time it's a living person!

What should I do?

Call in the engineers? Mine clearance is their specialty!

but……

Even if the engineers came by helicopter, it would take several hours. Now, these three men were pale and their clothes were soaked with sweat. Clearly, their physical strength and endurance had reached their limit!

What should I do?

"Fuck!" Umar couldn't help but curse. These damned guerrillas, once we catch them... we must hang them all!

Angel's face was also grim. This was no longer a conspiracy, but an open scheme!

Your companion is right in front of you, should you save them or not?

If I don't save her... I won't be able to explain it when I get back; if I do save her... I might die!

In Hollywood blockbusters, saving a soldier might cost other people their lives, but now... this isn't a movie, people really die!

I should never have come! It would have been better to stay put and help the wounded at the bomb site!

"Umar, what do you suggest we do?"

"We drew lots, and we got to go rescue the Saddam family!"

After saying that, Umar pulled out a deck of cards.

To pass the time, the US military distributed a large number of playing cards, and these playing cards were printed with the names and portraits of former high-ranking Iraqi officials!

This way, the soldiers would remember people while playing cards! This is the famous playing card wanted poster!

The three Aces represent Saddam Hussein and his two sons, while only the Ace of Diamonds represents Saddam Hussein's personal secretary.

Since we can't decide who gets to die, let's draw lots!

During the Vietnam War, the Americans used this method to decide who would join the army, and there was even an unlucky guy who had just turned nineteen and got a few days' trip to Vietnam!

Looking at the playing cards that Umar pulled out, everyone felt as if they saw death approaching!

"Come on, young men, come here and draw a card. The brave ones who draw the card will definitely receive a Bronze Star Medal or even a Silver Star Medal! Moreover, I will try to get you a Cross Medal or a Medal of Honor."

In the U.S. military, the Medal of Honor is the highest honor, followed by the Medal of Honor, then the Silver Star and Bronze Star medals. The first two are awarded under very strict conditions, and today's act of saving lives may not meet the criteria, but the latter two are certainly achievable!

Everyone had a long face.

Are you kidding me? Who wants a medal? It's earned with your life, and if you get blown up, the compensation might not even be enough to cover the insurance payout!

But given the current situation, I have no choice but to smoke!

Soon, the three unlucky guys looked at the playing cards of Shadak and his son in their hands and spat out their saliva.

Damn it!

"Helping them deal with the booby trap is actually quite simple. Just put your hand in, press down on the grenade handle, then pull the grenade out and throw it far away!" Umar said casually, "Kids, go for it!"

The three unlucky fellows walked over tremblingly, stretched out their arms, and reached under the buttocks of the three prisoners who were sitting...

The prisoners were also terrified, trying hard to suppress their inner trembling, and slowly moved their buttocks in cooperation.

If you move your buttocks incorrectly, the grenade will come loose and you'll die; but you can't stay still either, because you can't put your hand inside!

The three unlucky guys slowly groped around with their fingers until they finally touched the metal lump, found the handle, and pressed down hard...

Sweat poured from their foreheads, soaking their uniforms.

at last……

"I caught it!"

"I caught it too!"

"Alright, let's all get the grenades out. You guys lift your butts... three, two, one..."

The three prisoners instantly lifted their buttocks, and the three unlucky guys exerted force at the same time, swish, swish, swish!

and many more!

Why does it feel like there's a wire pulling on the back of the grenade?

Damn it, this is a chain reaction of mines!

The booby traps made the prisoners sit on were just a disguise; the real landmines were buried underneath and... all around!

boom!

Flames are rising beneath my buttocks!

The three prisoners and three American soldiers who came to their rescue were all sent flying into the air by the explosion. What was buried below was... an anti-tank mine!

Anti-tank mines are generally pressure-activated, requiring a high enough pressure, such as over 200 kilograms. They won't explode if an ordinary person steps on them; they will only explode when run over by a tank track. Moreover, the explosive charge is very large, often exceeding five kilograms!

This type of landmine cannot be directly converted into an anti-personnel landmine, but it can be made into a hybrid mine by attaching other landmines or grenades to it!

The grenade, with its wire extending to the ground, was connected to the grenades under the buttocks of the three unfortunate men...

Watching the flames from the exploding landmine, Umar and Angel instantly dropped to the ground, their minds filled with countless thoughts of alpacas.

Those idiot guerrillas went too far! But...

Now it seems that the three men who sacrificed their lives really deserve the Medal of Honor or even the Medal of Honor!

Wait, something's not right!

Why is my lower abdomen vibrating?