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

Instantly, all the guerrilla fighters' eyes were filled with excitement!

If the Americans attack our homeland, then we'll raid their stronghold!

Fighting alongside Azam is definitely exhilarating!

Last night's shelling killed so many American soldiers, including many officers. The credit belongs to everyone! Everyone participated, which means that everyone's hands are stained with American blood!

So, starting last night, we're all true comrades!

We don't know if today's intelligence is true or false, and we might end up empty-handed. So, we might as well take everyone with us. Even if we don't catch any high-ranking US military officials, we can still blow up a few US soldiers for fun!

If I were to actually kill the US division commander, I could create some obstacles to stop the pursuers and allow myself to retreat at my own pace!

"Everyone, let's eat first. After we've eaten and drunk our fill, we'll discuss the specific battle plan..."

It's not easy to assassinate high-ranking officials of this level, because they operate within the Green Zone!

In the heart of Baghdad, on the west bank of the Tigris River, lies the Kark district, a prime location. The presidential palace, prime minister's office, parliament, and other government offices are all located here, while the surrounding residential areas are home to Baghdad's wealthy residents.

After the Americans occupied Baghdad, they used concrete walls and barbed wire to isolate this 10-square-kilometer safe zone, which they considered an absolutely safe area and called the Green Zone.

Specifically, the east and south sides are adjacent to the Tigris River, while the north and west sides are separated by walls and barbed wire, with a large bulge in the middle depending on the block.

The rich can continue to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves inside, while ordinary people can only silently endure the pain of national subjugation and family destruction outside!

Inside is heaven, outside is hell! So-called equality for all is utter bullshit!

The Americans occupied the best land in the Green Zone and built the world's largest US embassy there. Construction began in 05 and was not completed until 09. It covers 42 hectares and has 21 buildings...

Just by looking at this American embassy, ​​you can tell that the Americans treat this place as their own home, just like the people of David, seizing land, establishing settlements, and indulging in debauchery...

As a result of this area being occupied, the commuting time for ordinary people in Baghdad has increased from five minutes to more than twenty minutes...

The only advantage is that it's only 05, and the management of the Green Zone is not strict, so it's easy to sneak in. However... it's not easy to kill the American division commander in the Green Zone and then get out.

Azam didn't want to travel to heaven in just three days; he needed to devise a relatively detailed plan in a short period of time...

It was nine o'clock in the morning.

Buzz, buzz!

Azam started the dilapidated minibus, and then he saw... Mariam standing expectantly at the door.

"What, you want to go too?"

"Mmm." Mariam nodded.

She didn't want to cook at home. Besides, the guerrillas had all gone out, so she didn't need to cook or do shopping... Her mother, Nur, was enough!

Can you swim?

Mariam instinctively wanted to shake her head.

In Italo, only a few educated women from big cities can swim. After all, it's impossible for women to share a pool with men, let alone swim in the river. Mariam, of course, can't swim.

But... it was clear that Azam intended to jump into the river to escape in a crisis, and since she couldn't swim, she couldn't possibly take herself with her. So, she nodded again: "I can!"

"Okay, let's come up then."

Mariam was overjoyed to be seated in the passenger seat.

Before reaching the first checkpoint in the city, the other guerrillas on board disembarked and infiltrated the city by other means. Azam continued onward in the minibus with Mariam in tow.

At the checkpoint, Azam bowed and scraped.

"We're delivering fish into the city."

The car door opened, and the back seats had been removed, replaced by a large water tank with lively fish inside. The sentries then allowed the car to proceed.

And so, the minibus continued its journey into the city center, arriving at the checkpoint in the green zone.

American soldiers intervened: "Stop the car for inspection!"

Azam jumped out of the car, his face full of respect: "We're delivering fish..."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette.

"Get out of here, we're not buying this!" The American soldier conducting the inspection plunged the muzzle of his M16 rifle, with its bayonet attached, into the water...

"No!" Mariam rushed over. "These fish were all painstakingly caught by my father from the Tigris River in the middle of the night. It was very hard for him. If you kill one with a bayonet, the rest will die quickly too. The hotel won't take stale fish. I beg you..."

Mariam burst into tears!

The American soldier looked at her, then at Azam: "Okay, that's enough, let's go!"

They were inspecting dangerous goods. This young girl looked like she was forced by circumstances to work alongside her family, not like a guerrilla fighter.

Azam breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that bringing Mariam along was the right thing to do.

"Thank you all!" Azam shoved the whole pack of cigarettes into the hands of the American soldier, then got into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove into the Green Zone!

After passing through this checkpoint, it's like entering two different worlds!

The green area is filled with high-rise buildings, clean and tidy streets, and palm trees planted on both sides of the road, making it lush and green.

If you didn't know where you were, you'd think you were in some part of Europe!

And what about outside?

Many remnants of last year's war have not been cleared, the streets are filthy, garbage is everywhere, and... the power supply will stop from time to time!

The area inside is called the Green Zone, and the area outside is called the Red Zone, a region even more chaotic than the red-light district. It is home to ordinary people in Baghdad who worry about how they will make a living every day.

Mariam opened her eyes wide, looking at everything in the Green Zone.

A girl walking down the street, wearing light makeup, earrings, a suit skirt, and high heels, clicked her way into the mall…

Looking at myself, dressed in a black robe, I looked like a clown...

"Mariam, do you envy them?"

"I……"

"Everything they possess is obtained through the exploitation of ordinary people like us. What we must do is reclaim everything that belongs to us!"

"Um."

Azam is not an idealist; he knows that the ideal world of utopian harmony is impossible and that there will always be differences between people. However, dividing a country or a city into two parts with a wall is absolutely unreasonable!

A river and a wall separate poverty and wealth, prosperity and simplicity, creating a world of heaven and hell that must be broken!

Let them know that barbed wire and walls offer them no sense of security! If they want safety, they should get out of here!

"Take the things out of the sink; we might need them at any time."

"it is good."