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

The toilets in the Presidential Palace used to have gold-plated toilets, and even the toilet brushes were gold-plated.

After the American soldiers stormed in, they pried everything up and took it away that same day. Later... they realized they needed one too, so they put down tens of thousands of dollars and bought a toilet from the local market for a few dozen dollars and installed it.

How much does a toilet cost? Pooping is all about gravity, so what does that have to do with the toilet?

Today, Buford-Brunt III had an even more enjoyable time, and after finishing, he gently pressed the flush button.

chug chu...

The water was swirling and wouldn't go down!

Press it again!

not good!

The water inside is getting more and more, and it's about to overflow!

Damn it, the toilet's clogged again!

"Chris, Chris! Get someone to make contact!"

"What? Oh, it stinks!"

Chris covered his nose and left. Half an hour later, a local worker walked in.

"Diaba, you need to fix this toilet as soon as possible, don't delay our general's use!"

A general? The man named Diaba immediately thought of the news he had just heard. According to the standards... a general is worth a thousand dollars!

However… everyone knows the general is already at the Presidential Palace, so if I reveal this information, I won't get the reward at all! I need to know the general's specific movements!

No rush, take your time!

He took out a cleaning rod, inserted it inside, and slowly stirred it, while... listening intently to the sounds outside.

Chris had already gone outside.

"General, there are local workers here. Should we move the meeting to another place...?" Chris asked cautiously.

"Why move to what place? Because of someone who unclogs toilets? Isn't that person reliable?"

Meeting Buford-Brundt III's gaze, he quickly shook his head: "Of course not, this is the person who has been serving us since we occupied this place last year. However..."

"But what? He'd betray us for a thousand dollars? Does he even understand English?"

Chris finally stopped offering his opinions, while Buford-Brown III continued the meeting.

"We must wipe out the Death Juba guerrillas as soon as possible. Letting the situation deteriorate will be detrimental to morale, and more locals might follow suit. George, this is your responsibility!"

Intelligence officer George said nervously, "General, this isn't our fault! We have reconnaissance satellites and communications surveillance, but... we just can't find these damned guerrillas!"

Inside, Diyaba, who was unclogging the toilet, was secretly pleased. "Hmph, this war is not over yet. Do you think you've won just because you've occupied Itau?"

This is just the beginning. Just like when the Soviet Union occupied Afghanistan in the 1980s, they were eventually driven out by guerrillas.

As for listening to English? He had already listened to quite a lot over the past year, and then he learned it on his own!

George continued to deflect blame: "I don't think we can handle Juba the Grim Reaper on our own..."

Snapped!

Buford-Blond III slapped his thigh hard.

"Yes, to deal with the locals, we have to rely on the locals. However... these guerrillas are also of some faction. To deal with them... we need to strongly support the Kurdish armed forces. We can't support their independence or autonomy, but we can help them seek seats in the Iraqi interim government, or even the presidency!"

"Kurds!" Diaba gripped the slingshot tightly.

In the Middle East, the largest ethnic group is the Arabs, the second largest is the Persians, the third is the Turkish, and the fourth is the Kurds!

Other ethnic groups have their own countries, even the fifth-ranked Davidians have their own territories, but the Kurds do not!

They are distributed in the border areas of Tuji, Langtuo, Yituo and Xutuo, all of which are in the territory of other countries! For example, in Yituo, it is in the northern mountainous area.

For thousands of years, the Kurds have called the region in the Middle East where they have lived for generations Kurdistan.

Specifically, the vast area from Bakhtaran in the east, Kirkuk in the south, the upper Euphrates River in the west, all the way to Yerevan in Armenia in the north, can be considered Kurdistan.

"Stan" means place, and Kurdistan is the land of the Kurds, but...

Throughout history, Kurdistan has never appeared on any map of the Middle East! It's different from countries like Kazakhstan or Tajikistan; it's not a country!

The Ottoman Empire occupied this place, the Safavid dynasty of Persia occupied this place, but the Kurds have never established their own homeland.

As the world's largest stateless ethnic group, they have always sought independence and have been suppressed by various countries. Regardless of the grievances between these countries, they have always maintained a tough stance on combating Kurdish separatist forces!

Take Izvestia for example. Shadak even used poison gas back then, killing more than 5,000 people in Halabja!

Now that the Saddam regime has fallen, the Kurds are the most excited. Of course, it's still impossible for them to establish an independent state, since that would anger Turkey. But... it would be possible for the Kurds to take control of Iraqi state power!

Even giving them a nominal presidency would be enough to make the Kurds fight the guerrillas to the death!

The Americans, who stir up trouble all over the world, are most enthusiastic about supporting local opposition groups. They support Albanians against Serbian rule, and they support the Free Syrian Army in overthrowing Bashar al-Assad's rule...

Now, they want to support the Kurds in Iraq to annihilate the Iraqi guerrillas!

George's eyes lit up: "Great, I'll contact them right away, and their representatives can come to the Presidential Palace tomorrow morning..."

"No, no, the presidential palace isn't suitable; it would make them uncomfortable. How about this: tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, I'll personally go to the Olive Tree Méridien Hotel to meet with the Kurds and have a proper talk with them!"

Diyaba was overjoyed; he had finally found out the general's whereabouts!

He gripped his hand tightly, making a gurgling sound...

Just then, a satisfying sound came from the toilet—it was unclogged!

Diyaba helped clean the bathroom before slowly walking out.

"Mr. Chris, one hundred dinars, thank you."

"Hey, don't come any closer. Get out of here, and I'll have the guards take the money to you!"

"Yes." Diabolo bowed and then carefully walked out.

Looking at his retreating figure, Buford-Blond III gave him a disdainful look.

People like this dare to betray us? These lowly and insignificant ordinary people are only fit to be our servants!