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

Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.

Countless people, holding signs and chanting slogans, marched from the Capitol Building toward the White House.

"Make love, not war!"

If this sentence were used in the East, it would be easy to misunderstand the translation. "Make" here does not mean "to do" or "to do". Compared with "not" that follows, it means "to want" or "to do".

"Love, not war!" This was the number one anti-war slogan during the Vietnam War in the 1970s!

"Damn it, no, we're not going!" That was the second-ranked slogan at the time!

More and more people gathered, and the number of protesters grew!

In the 91 Gulf War, they were acting justly and were authorized by the United Nations. In the 01 Arab-Israeli War, they were not officially authorized by the United Nations, but since there was the phone number incident, everyone believed that it was necessary to catch the murderer.

But... what about the Yi-Tuo War of 03?

Why would the United States attack Iraq without UN authorization or any similar event?

The claim that Saddam Hussein was manufacturing weapons of mass destruction is a complete lie! Iraq was occupied for a whole year, and no weapons of mass destruction were ever found!

There were already rumors that what Colin Powell was holding in the test tube was nothing more than laundry detergent!

Now... it's been confirmed by a US Army colonel!

This war is nothing more than a war to plunder Iraq's wealth, oil, gold, and people...

This is not a just war!

Finally, countless people gathered in front of the White House, their voices rising in waves!

Inside the White House, George W. Bush didn't even look outside: "These stupid fools! Even if we rob Iran of its wealth, it's for America! Humph, the Democrats really go to great lengths to smear us!"

He can see through this political trick at a glance!

Now, let those guys cause trouble if they want. If you really fight them, you'll fall into their trap!

After he finished speaking, he looked at someone in the conference room.

"Donald, get back to the Pentagon immediately and begin the encirclement and suppression of Mahdi's forces!"

"It seems like we can't get out of here."

"Use my helicopter!"

In 1957, President Eisenhower returned to the White House by helicopter and landed directly on the South Lawn. This became a tradition, with the 1st Marine Helicopter Squadron, also known as the Nighthawks, always having helicopters stationed on the South Lawn to pick up the president at any time!

"it is good."

The roar of engines filled the air, and the protesters were enraged once again. This warmonger was completely ignoring our protests!

We need to expand the scale of our protests and make them nationwide!

Ito, the ancient city of Najaf.

The city is not large. Centered on the Imam Ali Mosque, it radiates outwards in a circle with a diameter of about one kilometer, resembling a copper coin with a square hole.

As darkness enveloped the land, the mosque appeared even more magnificent. Its gates were entirely covered in gold leaf, and blue gemstones were inlaid in the scripture texts. On either side of the gates stood two minarets, displaying Persian characteristics.

Inside the mosque, the dome is made of countless pieces of glass, reflecting a dazzling light.

It was the time of Isha (night prayer), and the worshippers were praying devoutly, not seeing anyone rushing in.

dong dong dong...

This man skipped prayer and ran straight to the back of the main hall, where he found a young man kneeling on a prayer rug.

"leader……"

Muqtada al-Sadr turned his head to look at him.

He was dressed in a traditional black robe and a black turban, the traditional attire of a high-ranking religious scholar. However, he was too young, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grow a beard, making him look somewhat too young. Nevertheless, his eyes shone with a cold light.

"Amr, perform the evening prayer first!"

"Yes."

According to regulations, the Isha prayer requires a total of 9 rak'ahs, second only to the 10 rak'ahs of the Dhuhr prayer. After finishing the prayers, Muqtada al-Sadr leisurely stood up and glanced at Amr al-Ibrahim.

"Amr, have you made contact with Juba, the Grim Reaper?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did he come with you? Was he outside performing the evening prayers? Let him in."

He didn't come.

"What? Was he delayed by something?"

"He... never intended to join us, Leader. It's not about that; there's something more important..."

"Death God Juba is very useful. Their achievements are brilliant, and they can strengthen our forces. What could be more important than that? Amul, have you told them about the benefits of joining us?"

"I told them."

"So they don't want ammunition and supplies?"

"They want it; they made a list."

Looking at the list Amr handed him, filled with densely packed requests, Muqtada-Sadr smiled. "Hmph, as expected... Wait! They want these supplies, but they don't want to join us?"

"Yes."

Why?

"Because... right, let's talk about that later. There's something more important right now: the US military is planning to encircle and annihilate us..."

"What? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Mukhtada-Sadr's expression changed instantly.

"I've been wanting to say this, but you didn't let me!" Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"Go on!"

"Yes, the US military will declare our newspaper illegal and will arrest your close associates..."

"Wait, how did they know this information?"

"Juba the Grim Reaper has secret informants within Baghdad..."

Muqtada al-Sadr, who had been a little nervous, calmed down.

Are you kidding me!

The Grim Reaper Juba only appeared in the last few days. Before that, they were just a group of villagers from Jufra Village. How could they know this information?

None of our intelligence personnel have been able to gather this information!

beep, beep...

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

"Leader, something terrible has happened!" Hazali, a young man from Sadr City, rushed in like a whirlwind.

When Muqtada al-Sadr returned, he rallied the people, and Hazali joined the Mahdi Army that very day, becoming a key member. Now he serves as the leader's bodyguard and is also responsible for relaying reports. At this moment, he looked anxious.

"What's wrong?"

"Our newspaper office in Sadr City was suddenly attacked by the US military, and they arrested many people! Including the editor-in-chief..."

Muqtada-Sadr's expression changed drastically. All of this... had actually come true?

"Amour, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

Amr-Erwin Ibrahim felt even more aggrieved at this point. "I wanted to say this from the very beginning! Now you're blaming me?"

First you made me attend prayers, then you made me report on the death of Juba. If I had reported on the US military's actions as soon as I came in, perhaps the news could have been sent out quickly, allowing the people at the Sadr City newspaper to take cover...