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

Sadr City is an administrative district in the southern suburbs of Baghdad, established in 1959 by former Prime Minister Abdul Karim Qasim, who named it Revolution City at the time.

Last year, Saddam Hussein's regime was overthrown, and Muqtada al-Sadr returned to power. In memory of his deceased father, he renamed the city Sadr City. Although there was no official confirmation, that's what everyone calls it.

The poor people living there are Sadr's most loyal followers, so the Mahdi Army has rapidly expanded its influence in these slums.

They published newspapers to promote anti-American and anti-puppet government ideas. Once they had gained traction, Muqtada al-Sadr fled to the holy city of Najaf, knowing that it was more dangerous there.

However... for a year, the US military had been relatively inactive. Who would have thought that just before the Iraqi government was about to be established, the Americans would suddenly take action against the Mahdi Army!

Those damn Americans, all they did was shout a few slogans, and now...

What should we do now?

If we back down now, wouldn't that mean all our previous slogans were for nothing?

"Leader, let's do it! Even Death Juba could take down an American division commander, we're no worse than them!" Amr-Erwan Ibrahim said from the side, "I'm willing to return to Sadr City and organize a counterattack against the American forces!"

The Americans are bullying us! We have to give them a good beating!

If Juba the Grim Reaper's organization of a dozen or so people can do it, why can't we?

Thinking of the contempt he received when trying to win over Juba the Grim Reaper, his heart was filled with fighting spirit. Dignity is earned through fighting!

Muqtada-Sadr's expression was complex.

"We only have outdated light weapons. If the Americans deploy tanks, how will we respond?"

"Juba the Grim Reaper can make roadside bombs specifically for anti-tank purposes using rudimentary methods!"

"What? They have this kind of technology?"

"Yes, they destroyed more than one M1 tank."

Where is the technology?

Amr-Erwan Ibrahim pointed to the piece of paper in Muqtada-Sadr's hand: "Leader, should we... grant Death Juba's request?"

Even if we were fighting the US military together, we weren't part of the same organization. Why would they provide us with the corresponding technology? We should at least show our appreciation!

Muqtada-Sadr looked at the paper and felt a pang of regret.

"Oh, right, Death's Juba also said he could fight alongside us against the Americans..."

"Alright, we can grant Death God Juba's request. Now return to Sadel City and prepare for battle!"

"Yes!" Amr-Erwan Ibrahim replied, "I will absolutely not betray the leader's trust!"

Watching his departing figure, Muqtada-Sadr spoke up: "Hazali, contact the Holy City Brigade as soon as possible!"

"yes!"

The eastern sky slowly brightened, and the rising sun shone on the town of Mahmoudiya.

At the guerrillas' temporary encampment, Azam surprisingly got up early, proving that going to bed early and waking up early is indeed a good habit.

After breakfast, Azam called a meeting with the guerrillas.

"Captain, the American troops have withdrawn from our village of Jufra," Shehid reported. "We planned to sneak up and snipe them last night, but we found... they've completely left!"

"Now that the American soldiers have left our village of Jufra, we can start thinking about rebuilding the village," Azam said. "After all, our villagers can't keep wandering around forever."

This phase of the battle has come to an end!

The US military only decided to station troops in Jufra because a few of their soldiers had been killed. The villagers fled out of fear, and their reasons were quite valid!

Now that the US military has withdrawn, the villagers will naturally go back, continue farming, and live their lives as usual!

The eyes of everyone else instantly lit up.

"Great, I can finally go home! My family is going to build a two-story house!"

"I'm building four houses, so I'm going to marry four wives!"

Every household received money, which they could use to rebuild their homes even more beautifully. After all, their previous houses had been destroyed in the explosion, so now…

Azam shook his head: "My suggestion is to restore things to their original state. We can't be too ostentatious. The above-ground construction should be simple, but we need to be careful underground..."

The tallest tree in the forest will surely be felled by the wind!

The reconstruction of Jufra Village has turned it into the most beautiful village in the vicinity, and that news will soon reach the ears of the Americans!

Where did the money come from? Was it given to him by Juba, the Grim Reaper?

Even if it were built as an ordinary village, we would still have to be wary of the US military bringing up old grievances and causing trouble in Jufra village again!

The tunnel warfare strategy that everyone had previously envisioned still has its uses. As long as the American troops come, they will be engulfed in a vast ocean of people's war. At the very least, the villagers of Jufra need to be safely evacuated at a critical moment and cannot be captured by the American troops.

The Caliph hesitated before speaking, "Captain Azam, what if the Americans discover the tunnel entrance and come looking for us underground?"

"So... this tunnel needs to be turned into a maze, so that only our own people can know the full picture..."

As Azam explained the authentic design plan, everyone's eyes were filled with admiration. Captain Azam is amazing!

Actually... these are all techniques from old movies about tunnel warfare. Using them now... can still catch the Americans off guard! Of course, those are all backup functions; the most important thing is still retreat.

After all, a few 155mm grenades would cause even a concrete-reinforced tunnel to collapse!

crunch...

Just then, the door opened, and Mariam, who had gone out to gather information, returned excitedly: "Captain Azam, I just heard from outside that the American forces blocked the Mahdi Army's newspapers in Sadr City and arrested many people..."

Captain Azam's prediction was so accurate; the Americans were practically at Captain Azam's beck and call!

Azam's eyes lit up. It seemed his provocation had succeeded. With the Mahdi Army and the Americans clashing, a large-scale conflict was about to erupt between them. What about his side? What role would his side play in this?

Based on his knowledge of history, the Mahdi Army will then clash with the Americans. Under Muqtada al-Sadr's influence, protests will erupt across the country, escalating into violent clashes, with police stations and government buildings being occupied, followed by firefights...

The Battle of Sadr was won, but the Battle of Najaf was lost, with thousands killed and wounded, forcing them to withdraw from the holy city...

Now that I, a transmigrator, have been brought into the picture, how can I lend a helping hand...?

Azam fell into deep thought, and everyone else waited for his decision. Unbeknownst to them, the sound of motorcycles could be heard outside.

Village chief Sheikh strode in: "Azam, Azam, good news! The Mahdi Army has agreed to your request and is willing to provide supplies to our Death God Juba, and also hopes to cooperate in combat..."