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

Turning back now would waste time and potentially delay military operations. To apprehend the sniper as quickly as possible, we have no choice but to get out and help push this dilapidated minibus away! We need to clean it up in the future; these kinds of wrecked vehicles shouldn't be allowed in the Green Zone!

As for whether there was anything wrong with the people on the bus...

A middle-aged man, a little girl, and the car still smelled fishy; there shouldn't be any problem.

After a brief assessment, Chris opened the car door, got out of the Mercedes, and looked around. Because of the explosion, there was no one to be seen on the street!

"Can you push it?" Chris asked.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work..."

Chris was standing at the back of the dilapidated minibus when he reached out and felt a cold wind blow against the back of his head...

Boom!

The wooden stick hit him on the head; it hurt terribly! In the instant he lost consciousness, Chris realized that the two men he had encountered were the ones who had sniped the division commander! He had just seen a beat-up minibus drive out of the hotel parking lot, but…

I hadn't even considered that possibility. Besides, there was a report over the radio saying the gunman was driving a pickup truck...

and many more!

Could the message reported over the radio have been relayed by this guy?

This guy had managed to steal a radio and connect with the lower-level officers via radio. In the heat of the moment, the officer who received the message didn't even bother to verify it and reported it back to himself...

All of this was the other party's scheme; I...

Unfortunately, it was all too late!

These deductions flashed through his mind like lightning, and then... everything went dark before his eyes, and he knew nothing more!

Setting down the stick, Mariam smiled. "Captain Azam, how did I do?"

"Great! Now, let's get in that Mercedes and leave!"

"good!"

Inside the Mercedes, Azam looked at the newly installed AN/VRC-89 car radio with excitement. He was really lucky!

The AN/PRC-152 handheld radio belongs to a local subnet in the tactical communication network and can only communicate between squads and platoons. He just used this radio to report, and he was already extremely lucky to receive the message.

Even with American troops swarming towards the bridge on July 14th, his escape would still be difficult!

So, I drove here, intending to intercept a high-ranking official, since this is a government district and a wealthy area. But to my surprise, I saw that familiar Mercedes-Benz!

This guy must have been in a hurry, daring to come alone and direct the interception operation at the bridgehead. So he took a shortcut. This is really a fat sheep delivered to his door!

Now that we've captured this guy, we should take him with us. In a pinch... he can be used as a hostage to threaten the Americans!

Tie them up and stuff them in the trunk!

Before leaving, I can mobilize some more US troops!

The division's communication network is a tactical backbone network, supported by satellite links, multi-hop relays, and NTDRs. Specifically, the core components are the AN/TPC-170 series microwave relay radios and the AN/VRC series vehicle-mounted radios.

Now, as Azam reversed his Mercedes and turned to leave, he picked up the radio, ready to issue orders.

The Albatash-Toumuz Bridge, an important transportation link connecting the southern part of the Green Zone with the east bank of the Tigris River, was renamed the July 14 Bridge after the establishment of the Republic of Irta in 1958.

just now……

Upon receiving the order, countless furious American soldiers swarmed toward the bridge, determined to capture that damned Grim Reaper Juba for daring to cause trouble in Baghdad's Green Zone!

At this point, they were unaware that their division commander had been killed; they had only witnessed two explosions inside the Green Zone.

Humvees, M2 infantry fighting vehicles... and even M1 tanks were rumbling along, making the Green Zone exceptionally lively!

The soldiers guarding the bridgehead were on high alert, with machine guns loaded. They were ready to intercept any white Toyota pickup trucks that came near.

Appeared!

The pickup truck was swaying from side to side; the driver was clearly suspicious. Let's hit him first! If we hit the wrong person, we can just apologize...

Just as the machine gunner was about to fire, a new order came over the radio.

"Attention, troops in the Green Zone! The target suddenly changed course when it was one kilometer from the bridgehead and is now turning onto Rashid Street, heading north. All ground troops are to give chase! Helicopters patrolling the air, continue to monitor the Tigris River banks!"

Even the best radio stations can distort the voice, but as long as there's no Arabic or English accent, people won't notice! Radio stations don't lie! Orders from higher-level radio stations must be followed!

While the troops inside the Green Zone were moving back and forth, the Mercedes had already driven to the western exit of the Green Zone.

The soldiers guarding the area looked curiously at the Mercedes-Benz 560 armored car that was driving by. Wasn't that the division commander's car?

If it was a division commander, why were there no other escort vehicles?

Looking at the soldier's wide eyes, Azam carefully considered his countermeasures.

Charge through?

No way! What if the American soldiers catch up?

Parking for inspection?

Do division commanders allow their subordinates to conduct inspections?

Got it!

Beep beep! He honked the horn and then stuck his head out.

"An unexpected situation has arisen within the Green Zone, and the commander of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division has ordered our Kurds to drive this vehicle out!"

They had heard about the division commander summoning the Kurds, and since they were indeed chasing fugitives inside, it was reasonable to let the Kurds out first...

They looked at the passenger seat again and were surprised to find it was a local girl.

"Who is this?"

"The chief's new wife."

The American soldier glanced at Mariam, who was only a teenager, and thought to himself, "The customs here are really something else..."

Looking behind... you can't see it from the driver's seat; there's a curtain drawn in the middle!

The American soldiers did not continue the inspection. They now needed to cooperate with the Kurds and could not afford to escalate the conflict. So, the American soldiers began to remove the roadblocks.

Azam was secretly delighted. Once he left this place and reached the outer city, he could easily retreat!

Just then, a noise came from behind!

Boom, boom, boom!

Is this... the guy in the trunk woke up? I should have given him two pills back then, now...

The American soldier looked suspiciously at the back of the vehicle.

"Sorry, our chief has a peculiar hobby, he likes to be in the car..." Azam gave him a knowing look, then stepped on the gas.

The American soldiers were filled with envy. This tribal chief was living a much more comfortable life than they were. His newlywed wife was in the front passenger seat, and he was having sex with another wife in the back...

Looking in the rearview mirror, watching the checkpoint gradually disappear into the distance, Azam finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Azam, what should we do with that thing in the trunk?" Mariam asked.

"Go and rendezvous with our team first, and then..." Azam's gaze was icy. Since they had become invaders, they should be prepared to die! Moreover, they would make use of them before they died!