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

After waiting all afternoon, Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim was indeed hungry. He ate a few skewers of mutton and finally regained his energy. At the same time, his mind began to clear.

It's obvious that this Azzam is a very cautious person. Can someone like him easily submit to the leader Muqtada al-Sadr? He'll have to be carefully persuaded!

Thinking of this, he put down the iron skewer in his hand, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"Brother Azam, our Italo was originally a predominantly Shia country, but in recent years it has been led by the Suna. Do you think that's fair?"

Azam was getting a headache. "Dude, I don't care about factions. I'm here to fight the Americans! Can you get to the point already? Get to the point!"

"During Saddam's rule, our leader, Muhammad Sadiq Sadr, fought for the honor of his people and was assassinated by Saddam along with his brother. Our new leader, Muqtada Sadr, has a blood feud with Saddam, but..."

He paused, trying to get Azam's attention, only to find... the guy was brushing oil on his lamb skewers, completely oblivious!

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath!

"The new leader, Muqtada al-Sadr, is capable of prioritizing. Even if the US military captured Saddam Hussein to avenge his family, the leader knows that the Americans are our true enemy! Our Mahdi Army has only one goal: to drive the invaders out of Iraq!"

After saying that, he looked at Azam: "Brother Azam, our Shiite faction should unite to fight the US military. What do you think?"

"Yes, that's right." Azam nodded as he turned the meat skewers.

"Brother Azam, so you're willing to join our Mahdi Army?"

Azam glanced at him: "I didn't say that. I just promised to unite."

"Brother Azam, your Death Juba organization is too small and weak to effectively combat the US military. Our Mahdi Army has expanded to over three thousand men, and we have millions of supporters. We are the main force against the US! Only by joining us can we better fight the US military!"

Upon hearing this, Azam's eyes instantly lit up: "More than three thousand people? Your strength is truly formidable! How many American division commanders have you killed? We just took one recently. You outnumber us, so you must have killed several already, right?"

He brought this up again!

Are you kidding me? In 08, the U.S. military only had ten divisions! Do you think division commanders are like dates on a date palm tree, where you can knock down a whole bunch of dates with one swing?

Seeing that Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim remained silent, Azam continued, "You can't possibly not have any, right? That makes sense, division commanders aren't that easy to kill. I almost didn't make it out myself. So how many American battalion and company commanders did you kill? We recently took down a battalion commander, and we haven't counted the company and deputy company commanders, but I estimate three or five..."

Amr Al-Ibrahim remained silent.

Despite the Mahdi Army's strength and size, they have no notable achievements!

On the contrary, Juba the Grim Reaper did a lot of great things!

So... what's the use of having a large number of people? You claim to be the main force against the US, but show us some real achievements!

Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim suddenly realized that all his bluffing was meaningless in the face of absolute victory!

The Caliph watched with great interest!

Captain Azam is right. Don't underestimate our Death Juba just because we only have eighteen men. We're no weaker than their thousands of Mahdi troops! What good are numbers?

At this moment, a new batch of meat skewers was ready, and Azam picked them up and handed them to the other person.

"Come on, buddy, keep eating! There are many ways to cooperate. Your base is in Najaf, right? You make your moves in the south, and we'll create chaos for the US military in Baghdad. We'll coordinate from the north and south and catch the Americans off guard. What do you say?"

Upon hearing Azzam's words, Amr Erwan Ibrahim realized that this was Azzam's true purpose!

He already knew he was there to recruit the Death God Juba guerrillas, but... this guy didn't want to be recruited, so he went around in circles, wore down his temper, and then...

Are we just going back like this?

Of course not!

Amr-Elwan Ibrahim took a deep breath and continued, "Brother Azam, do you Death God Juba... lack weapons and ammunition? We, the Mahdi Army, have plenty..."

The guerrilla force led by Death Juba can only rely on the weapons that Sadama had distributed before. Once those weapons are used up, how will they continue fighting?

But our Mahdi Army is not fighting alone; we have Langtuo behind us, and we have plenty of ammunition!

"Great, brother, it's wonderful that you can support us!" Azam interrupted him. "We're all fighting the Americans together, so we should help each other! We have homemade anti-tank bomb technology here, and we'll teach it to you without reservation!"

Amr Erwan Ibrahim has been completely outmatched again.

He had originally intended to say that joining the Mahdi Army would guarantee ample ammunition supplies, but...

They've already given us bomb technology for free, so if we say we'll only get equipment after we join, wouldn't that seem incredibly unfair? Even he himself couldn't bring himself to say that!

"Our team isn't large, so we need very little weaponry. Give us 100 107mm rockets, 200 RPG rocket launcher rounds, and 10,000 rifle bullets. Oh, and we also need some specialized sniper ammunition..."

As he spoke, Azam pulled out paper and pen and actually started writing. What do they take the Mahdi Army for? Their ammunition depot?

Looking at the paper handed to him, he felt... he didn't know whether to accept it or not.

"By the way, we recently received some information in Baghdad," Azam continued, trying to mislead them. "The US military has its eyes on you and plans to take harsh measures against you, such as shutting down your newspapers and arresting your senior aides. You'd better be careful..."

What?

Amr Al-Ibrahim's expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Brothers, to be honest, it's because you guys are being watched that I'm being extra careful..."

The Mahdi Army's so-called tough anti-American stance was nothing more than a show of force. Why should they be excluded from the new Iranian power core? As it turned out... the US military really did have their eye on them?

They didn't actually intend to fight!

The fact that Death God Juba has achieved so many victories is inseparable from their strong intelligence capabilities. Now... should I hurry back and report this news to the leader?

Whoosh! He stood up.

"Hey buddy, don't rush, eat your fill before you hit the road. Here you go!"

Azam handed over a skewer of lamb and, at the same time, stuffed the sheet of paper with the supply information written on it into the other person's hand!