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

The motorcade exited the presidential gate, drove onto the highway, and arrived at the Olive Tree Hotel in less than five minutes.

At this moment, several tribal chiefs waited anxiously at the main entrance of the hotel, their eyes constantly darting towards the Presidential Palace.

Unlike the long robes and headscarves worn by Arabs, they wore short jackets, wide trousers, and a wide woven belt around their waists, with short knives inserted in the belts.

This unique attire is characteristic of the Kurds; as for which specific tribe it belongs to, it depends on what kind of headscarf they wear.

"Why hasn't General Buford-Brunt III arrived yet?" someone asked.

"No need to rush, wait a little longer. After all, the US Army division commander is extremely busy, and recently he's been worrying about the suddenly appearing Grim Reaper Juba... Here he comes!"

They stared wide-eyed as two Hummers escorted a Mercedes-Benz sedan, speeding toward them!

No one noticed that an old minibus was parked in the parking lot not far away.

Inside the vehicle, Azam watched the convoy approach, silently counting down: "Three, two, one, launch!"

Outside the isolation wall, on the roof of an inconspicuous two-story building.

Shehid, along with seven guerrillas, had already made all the necessary arrangements!

From this vantage point, the Mövenpick Hotel Olive Tree, seven kilometers away, is clearly visible. Using a ruler to aim would ensure sufficient accuracy, however…

They have even more advanced methods!

The US military radio is equipped with a GPS module. Just now, when Azam's minibus started moving inside the Green Zone, it sent out accurate coordinates. After two days of exploration, the guerrillas have also gained a basic understanding of how to operate this device.

At least... determining the distance and direction is not a problem, which means I can aim more accurately!

At the same time, they did not use the crude method of launching, but instead prepared a special support for the 107 rocket, which would be safer to fly out along the guide rail.

At this moment, Shehid held a radio with an extra antenna attached, extended to its highest position, and listened to the commands coming from it.

Three, two, one, launch!

With that command, he pressed the button for the simple electric shock device hard.

Flames roared as the 107mm rocket shot out!

Mission accomplished, let's retreat!

Inside the green zone, in a Mercedes-Benz.

"Sir, it might not be safe outside. We can drive directly into the hotel's first floor through the side door..." Colonel Chris said.

"No need. The Kurds are already waiting outside. I need to go down and shake hands with them. We can't possibly be ambushed in our Green Zone, can we?"

Crunch!

With a screech of brakes, the Mercedes 560SEL came to a stop.

Splash...

The Kurdish chiefs gathered around, and one of them, who had a goatee, even helped open the car door!

Chris wanted to say, "Don't rush down yet, wait for the guards in the two Hummers to get down and keep watch," but... Buford-Bront III had already stepped down with one leg.

"Hello friends, I'm very sorry, I had some things to attend to at headquarters, so I'm late..."

Before Buford-Brunt III could finish speaking, suddenly… he felt a discomfort in his eardrums. He looked up at the distant sky, and then…

What did I see?

A spinning rocket hurtling towards me? What's going on? Am I seeing things? Am I hallucinating?

The maximum speed of the 107 rocket is 372 meters per second. It takes more than 20 seconds to fly over this distance. Azam calculated the time and had the other side launch in advance. Just as the convoy stopped and the target got out of the vehicle, the rocket arrived!

On the minibus, Azam held his gun steadily, aiming at the target.

With two stars on his shoulder, he was a major general. He was really lucky. Now, he just had to wait for his chance!

boom!

The rocket hurtled in and landed on the open ground in front of the hotel!

The moment the explosion rang out, the Kurdish tribal chiefs were stunned. What was going on?

Isn't the Green Zone supposed to be absolutely safe? Where did this explosion come from?

Wait, there's an attack! It could be Juba the Grim Reaper! That damned guerrilla force is formidable; they just killed a US battalion and company-level officer!

Run!

Hurala!

The enthusiasm vanished instantly. Even if you're trying to curry favor with the Americans, you have to prioritize your own safety. Protecting your own life is the top priority right now!

Just now, because of these people surrounding him, Buford-Brunt III had no guards around him. Now... these old fogies have vanished in an instant, and Buford-Brunt III is suddenly all alone, completely empty!

It's now!

Azam took steady breaths and pulled the trigger at the target's chest. The bullet inside was a 7N14, an armor-piercing round used for sniping hard targets. Even if the target was wearing a bulletproof vest inside their body, it wouldn't be effective!

boom!

Bullets flew out!

boom!

Almost simultaneously, an explosion rang out from the direction of the Presidential Palace!

Led by the Caliph, 107mm rockets were set up on the other side of the city, aimed at the presidential palace!

As Azam had planned, the shot was fired in three seconds. The deafening explosion perfectly masked the sound of the SVD sniper rifle firing!

Azam put down his gun and floored the accelerator.

run!

He didn't even have time to check if the target had been hit. As a sniper, he constantly reminded himself that he was born to be surrounded, and missing a second would mean death!

At this moment, the explosion had already caused chaos in the surrounding area, and some vehicles quickly started up, trying to leave this place of trouble!

The minibuses were mixed in among them, completely inconspicuous!

On the bumpy minibus, Mariam skillfully took the SVD sniper rifle, quickly wrapped it in a plastic bag, sealed it, and then walked towards the water tank at the back...

Colonel Chris tensed up the moment the explosion rang out.

"General, get in the carriage quickly!"

At this moment, Buford-Blond III hesitated.

Get in the car? Or rush into the hotel?

That one moment of hesitation cost him his life!

boom!

Just then, an explosion rang out from the direction of the Presidential Palace in the distance!

Colonel Chris's attention was also drawn to them. Those damned guerrillas had gone too far; they dared to bomb the presidential palace! This was...

"what……"

Screams rang out!

Colonel Chris turned around, and then he saw... a brilliant bloom of blood erupting from Buford-Brown III's chest... his entire body was falling backward...

What the hell is going on?

The rocket attack was just a harassment; the real danger was that there were snipers nearby, waiting for the moment the rockets exploded to fire and kill... the commander of the US 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division!

The entire operation was meticulously planned and executed swiftly, demonstrating the level of skill expected of U.S. special forces.

Damn it, how could I think of such things!

The division commander is most likely doomed. What about the sniper? Where is the sniper?