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

Having received the money and packed his belongings, Diyarb left the house meekly, mounted his beat-up motorcycle, and headed straight for the Kazmiye Mosque.

This is the famous Italo Mosque, built in 1515, an architectural complex consisting of a mosque and a mausoleum.

The gilded dome of the mausoleum contains the remains of the seventh Imam, Musa Qazim, and the ninth Imam, Muhammad Jawad.

The main building is the prayer hall, which has two domes and is surrounded by four large and four small minarets. The building is decorated with a lot of gold leaf, which makes it shine even in the middle of the night.

At this time, most people would be asleep, but for devout believers, it is the time for Isha prayer. If it is not solemn enough at home, they simply come to the mosque.

Diyaba followed the people performing the Isha prayer inside, and before the muezzin (caller-de-camp) could recite the call to prayer, he quietly found the muzavi (servant) standing to the side and whispered, "Open Sesame!"

Muzawi paused for a moment, then replied, "Open Sesame?"

This... the code isn't right. Could it not be this person? Let's try another one!

He walked over to another Muzawi and repeated what he had just said...

The other person glanced at him curiously, then replied with the same words again...

Still not right?

Find another one...

Soon, eight Muzawis were found, and none of them answered the code correctly!

Who exactly said they had information about the US military that all you had to do was go to the Kazmiyah Mosque and find Muzawi, who was serving there, and say "Open Sesame," and he would reply with "Treasure Box."

The moonlight is really nice tonight...

Just then, someone tugged at him: "Brother, come with me after you finish the evening prayers. I have the Moonlight Box here."

Finally, I got the code! A thousand dollars was beckoning me!

At this moment, Majid was also filled with emotion, never expecting... that this method would actually work!

Upon receiving the task assigned by Azam, Majid felt a great sense of responsibility, so he rode the motorcycle that had been loaded into the minibus back to Baghdad and began spreading the news at some street tea stalls.

The beginning is always the hardest! Majid was all alone, and even though he sent out the message about the bounty on the American troops, he didn't dare leave his contact information directly. He could only tell them to go to the Kazmiye Mosque to find Muzawi.

Majid and Muzawi in the mosque obviously didn't know each other, but... someone who wanted to sell information would talk to Muzawi, one person after another, persistently, so they must have information!

Majid only needs to keep an eye on Muzawi to know who is selling intelligence, and after confirming that it is correct, he can then make contact.

There is still a risk involved. If this person is a spy sent by the US military, then there is a risk of being exposed. However... for the development of the Death Juba Guerrilla Team, this risk is worth taking!

Majid led Diyarb into the minaret, just as Muanjin began leading everyone in reciting the prayer.

A dozen minutes later, Diyarb followed Majid out of the mosque and found a quiet corner.

"Hey buddy, what information do you have?"

"Level A intelligence, news about a division-level officer from the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division... I swear to God, this news is absolutely true."

Majid was incredibly excited. "Great! It seems this is the guy who's on the bounty for our guerrillas. Now... we've put a bounty on his whereabouts!"

In his moment of triumph, Majid pulled out a thousand dollars from his pocket, then, after a moment's thought, pulled out five more.

"This $500 is a deposit. Once the information is verified, I will pay you another $500..."

Diyaba watched helplessly as Majid stuffed the five greenbacks back into his pocket, but... he was still quite pleased to have received five hundred dollars.

"Don't worry, this intelligence is absolutely accurate!"

"Yeah, buddy, I look forward to a long-term collaboration between us!"

The establishment of an intelligence network cannot be rushed. It will develop slowly. Once you have more informants, you can let them develop their own networks!

Now that we have the first major piece of intelligence, we need to send it back to Azam and see what he chooses to do.

Mahmoudiya town, outlying villages, dilapidated courtyards.

Looking at the rising sun outside, Azam stretched and felt comfortable all over.

I slept soundly until dawn!

When I stepped out of the room, Mariam was already waiting with a washbasin in her hand.

"Captain Azam, you're awake. Wash your face first."

"Thank you. You don't need to take care of me like this anymore. I have hands and feet..."

"You're welcome, it's all I should do, Captain. Uncle Majid has delivered the first batch of intelligence, and one of the pieces of information is quite important..."

Majid has new intelligence so quickly?

Even Azam found it somewhat unbelievable!

Upon receiving the intelligence, Azam's eyes lit up instantly.

This is an opportunity to assassinate the commander of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division! Even if the veracity of the intelligence is questionable, we have to give it a try!

In my memory, the highest-ranking U.S. military commander killed in action in the Iraq-Tau War was Lieutenant Colonel William Wood, who was then the commander of the 1st Battalion, 184th Infantry Regiment. He was posthumously promoted to colonel, becoming the highest-ranking officer killed in action since the outbreak of the Iraq-Tau War in 2003.

What's so great about being a colonel? My goal is to become a general!

For forty years, the highest-ranking U.S. military commander killed in action on an overseas battlefield was Major General Harold Göring, but he was killed in an attack in the Graveyard of Empires. Now, let's have a U.S. general killed in the Iraq War, and tell the Americans with bloody facts that they are not the masters here, but their prey!

Thump thump thump... Shehid and the Caliph ran over.

"Captain, we've found out the casualties among the American troops in Jufra village last night. One shell hit the outer tent area, killing dozens of American soldiers. Another shell hit the American ammunition depot, causing a chain reaction that killed all the American officers stationed there, including battalion and company-level officers!"

What?

The record for the death of a US battalion commander was reached last night? Even Azam felt... his protagonist aura was too strong!

"Well done, everyone! Soon, the whole nation will know that the US military isn't so powerful after all. They can die just like everyone else, whether soldiers or officers. As long as they're on our territory, they're our enemies, and they'll all die!"

Looking at the enthusiastic guerrillas before him, Azam continued to boost their morale: "Forgiving them is Allah's business, and what we need to do is send them to Allah!"

"Captain, what are we doing today?"

Looking at his expectant subordinates, Azam said, "They were stationed in our village of Jufra, trying to ambush us, but we defeated them. Today, we're going to Baghdad to bring them death and fear!"