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

Boom! Boom boom!

Centered on the prisoners, a chain of explosions began to occur all around them; this was a series of mines!

Everyone present was completely dumbfounded!

Umar and Angel instinctively tried to get up and run backward, but before they could move, the ground beneath them cracked open!

Terrifying flames erupted, and the shockwave swept them into the air. They felt a tremendous impact on their chests, their vision went black, and then they lost consciousness...

Azam was very cautious. After getting out of the car, he not only sent out sentries to guard the area, but also laid a minefield before setting up the rocket launch site, just in case the US military surrounded him.

Before leaving, they casually turned this place into a booby trap. The three American prisoners only knew that there was a grenade under their buttocks, but they didn't know that there was something else underneath the grenade!

Before they sat down, Azam simply tied the rope on the ground to the three grenades—it was that simple!

If the US soldiers had been more careful and checked the mines during the mine clearance process, they might not have triggered this chain of mines. Unfortunately... none of the three guys chosen by lottery had any relevant experience!

Explosions echoed throughout the minefield, accompanied by screams of agony.

The M1 tank crewmen providing cover, the soldier who accidentally broke his leg, and the soldiers who were injured in the explosion while carrying the bodies all stared wide-eyed. At that moment, they actually felt fortunate.

If I hadn't been injured and wasn't providing cover... entering the minefield now would probably have meant certain death!

When the smoke cleared, not a single soldier remained standing. Most of the two infantry platoons were dead or wounded, and screams echoed throughout the scene!

In the distance, the minibus continued to move. Looking at the flames rising in the distance in the rearview mirror, Azam revealed a faint smile.

The Americans, instead of staying in their own country, come to the Middle East to rob oil. If they want to be robbers, they should be prepared to be killed!

On the vehicle, the other guerrillas all looked at Azam with admiration.

"Azam, you are sent by the true God to lead us!"

"Yes, Azam, it's been so exhilarating to fight alongside you against the American forces!"

"Brothers, this is just the beginning. We'll show those Americans what happens when they invade us! Now... let's go back, analyze our combat experience, rest, and await the next battle!"

"yes!"

With money, equipment, and special skills, their guerrilla team is thriving!

Baghdad, the presidential palace.

Buford-Blond III returned with a grim expression. He had already finished his day's work and was enjoying dinner at the Rashid Hotel, but then...

I was called back halfway through my meal!

As soon as I entered, I saw the black body bag in the lobby and frowned.

"What's going on?"

Colonel Chris began the introduction.

"As evening fell, the First Battalion discovered that the soldiers patrolling the Sharga market had not returned on time, so they sent men to search for them. They found several soldiers lying asleep on the ground, but Matt Novak was missing. The search continued, and they found his body in a corner..."

"How did he die?"

"There were no injuries; the army doctor believes it was caused by a drug overdose..."

A doctor in a white coat stood nearby; if General Bronte III needed to see it, he would open the body bag and explain it to him.

Buford-Brown glanced at the body again, feeling that something was amiss.

They don't take drugs outside; they usually do it in the camp. Could it be... someone is deliberately feeding these people drugs?

beep, beep...

Just then, a subordinate rushed in: "Report! We just received news that the Second Battalion stationed in Jufra Village was attacked by rockets and suffered heavy losses. Seven officers of company rank and above, including the battalion commander, were killed, 23 soldiers were killed, and 48 were wounded..."

What? A rocket attack?

That damned Grim Reaper Juba, all he has is a crappy sniper rifle, right?

Buford-Brunt III's face darkened: "Did they chase after them?"

"The troops guarding the village entrance gave chase; two infantry platoons and one M1 tank..."

"Alright, catch up with these backstabbing bastards and capture them all! I'm going to hang them all!"

The entire battalion headquarters is wiped out, and the entire infantry battalion will lose its command system. At this time, there are still platoon-level troops chasing after them. Their fighting spirit is very good. When they come back... they must be promoted!

Buford-Brunt III stepped over the body bag and walked to the map to examine it carefully, searching for possible hiding places for the guerrillas.

Time slowly passed, and finally, the sound of footsteps rang out again.

"Report! We've received news that the 3rd Battalion is pursuing the guerrilla forces!"

"Great! How many guerrillas have you captured?"

"Not a single one."

"No? Okay, taking the initiative is commendable, everyone deserves a reward! Hey, what's with that expression?"

"General, the two infantry platoons that went out to attack encountered landmines, resulting in 36 dead and 17 wounded..."

hum!

Buford-Brunt III felt a sudden dizziness and almost fell over!

The camp was bombed, with nearly eighty casualties, and this is compounded by the losses suffered by the pursuing team...

"General!" Colonel Chris quickly helped him up.

The Iraq War began on March 20, 2003, and ended on April 15, 2003. During the entire war, the number of American casualties was 262, of which 139 were killed in action and 123 died in accidents.

Even if this number is somewhat inflated, the overall casualties are still not high.

In their 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division, the actual number of deaths in the less than one month of military conflict was less than fifty, and even including the wounded, it was only about a hundred.

And now?

In just one night, over a hundred people were killed or injured! And counting yesterday, there was that drug addict outside…

Sitting back in his chair, Buford-Brunt III clenched his fists, wishing he could tear those damned guerrillas to shreds!

He took a few deep breaths and looked at his intelligence officer.

"George, do you have any leads on this guerrilla group?"

George shook his head: "No."

"No? We've put a thousand-dollar reward on it!"

"General, we've just received news that Death's Juba has put a bounty on our American forces. All information about our American forces is openly priced, and... the bounty for a division-level officer is one thousand dollars..."

What?

Buford-Brunt III was so angry he almost laughed!

Who exactly is this Grim Reaper Juba? How does he have the money to offer a bounty on the US military?

"Hmph, wow, we'll see who dares to betray us then, and they'll pay a bloody price!" said Buford-Brund III. "Juba the Grim Reaper is indeed an interesting opponent. We'll let everyone know who the mouse and who the cat really are!"

Wait, why does my stomach hurt a little?

The subordinates watched helplessly as the general uttered his grand pronouncements and headed straight for... the restroom?