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

In the distance, atop a small building, Majid put down his binoculars and picked up his handheld radio: "Distance less than eighty meters, bearing accurate!"

After shouting this, he glanced at the people following him: "Diaba, do you see? So what if it's the US military? Death Juba can still take out a few more of their division commanders. Soon, the entire presidential palace will be a pile of ruins..."

Diyaba, the one who sold information to Majid!

The US division commander was killed, and he received the remaining five hundred dollars as promised, but...

After receiving it, he was very uneasy because... it was a US Army division commander!

If someone like that is killed, will the US military retaliate fiercely? Will they target themselves?

So... to help Diyaba build confidence, Majid specifically called him in today to see how the newly reinforced and stronger U.S. military was still being brutally defeated by Juba the Grim Reaper! With confidence, he should contact his comrades more often; many of the people working for the U.S. military can be bribed!

We must develop Diyaba as a subordinate. In the future... Captain Azam will know what the US military eats for breakfast before noon!

At this moment, Diabolo's eyes were full of excitement.

That's right, the strength of the US military lies only in the main battlefield. As long as the US military is dragged into the vast ocean of people's war, the US military will still be unable to cope!

This shot is just the beginning; a barrage of shells will follow to cover the area!

Majid's gaze habitually swept around, and then... he noticed a military vehicle with several antennas driving towards him in the distance.

So fast? Could it be that I was just located by the radio?

"This location isn't good enough; let's find a more open spot to take a look!"

After saying that, he skillfully turned off the walkie-talkie and quickly left with Diyaba. Doing intelligence work in Baghdad is almost like racing against death!

Habibia, a temporary mortar position.

Twenty seconds after the shell was fired, an echo came through the radio.

Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim's eyes were full of envy. Death Juba had actually arranged for artillerymen to be positioned inside the Green Zone in advance. This... this was very difficult to do. After all, the US military had increased its inspection and patrol efforts after the Green Zone was bombed last time!

Azam's voice echoed throughout the entire position: "Attention everyone! Adjust your sights to 74. All hands on deck! Three rapid-fire rounds!"

On the six pickup trucks, all the gunners quickly adjusted the elevation mechanisms, then, holding the shells, went to the muzzle and released them...

Thump, thump, thump!

One shell after another flew into the sky!

Ten seconds later.

Before the first shell fired at breakneck speed even hit the ground, and just as the last one had left the muzzle, Azam gave his final order: "Withdraw!"

Even if Sadr City is controlled by the Mahdi Army, the sky above is still American. If you want to survive, you have to be quick!

Buzz, buzz!

Pickup trucks engaged four-wheel drive, differentials disengaged, front wheels turned, and the trucks moved forward, causing the supporting logs behind them to tilt again and then land on the ground...

This is definitely faster than using hydraulic supports!

Of course, this requires a specific pickup truck. If it is only rear-wheel drive, or four-wheel drive but without an inter-axle differential lock, the result of the operation will be that the rear wheels spin freely while the front wheels do not move!

Boom!

The rear wheels hit the ground, causing the truck bed to tremble. The armed men who had been on guard duty on the rooftop had already run back and jumped into the pickup truck.

Buzz, buzz!

The pickup truck started moving and, as planned, sped into a nearby alley.

A roar echoed in the sky as an Apache helicopter patrolling near the Green Zone flew over menacingly! When it reached the launch site, the area below was completely empty; there were no armed personnel or civilians there either!

Wow, that's incredibly fast!

The helicopter pilot had no choice but to turn around. When he finally aimed at the Green Zone again, flames were already raging and black smoke was billowing up!

Boom! Boom boom!

A 120mm mortar shell landed, hitting the small building in the Presidential Palace accurately!

Amidst the explosion, concrete fragments flew everywhere, revealing the steel reinforcement bars inside—a dense network resembling a spider web! The presidential palace building's defenses were exceptionally high!

Inside the underground air-raid shelter, the panting US military officials were all pale-faced.

Thirty seconds!

From the arrival of the first mortar shell to this salvo, the time interval between the two rounds of firing will not exceed thirty seconds!

If they had been even a step slower, they would have remained inside the building. Even if they weren't killed instantly by the explosion, they might have been hit by falling debris!

Major General Peter Ziarelli was pale, covered in dirt, and had lost one of his shoes.

Those damned Mahdi Army soldiers, they actually dared to do it for real!

At the time, the threat to open fire if the personnel weren't released was just empty boasting; everyone thought it was just bragging, but little did they know…

They weren't satisfied with just taking down one division commander; they planned to eliminate more high-ranking U.S. military officers!

This could either anger or frighten the US military!

Major General Peter Ziarelli clenched his fists, wanting to say something harsh, but... he found his teeth chattering and he couldn't utter a word!

The explosions finally subsided. Major General Peter Ziarelli took a deep breath, composed himself, and was just about to speak…

Boom! Boom boom!

The second batch of shells landed!

The first explosion blasted through the concrete, revealing the cage-like steel reinforcement inside. The second explosion occurred on these steel reinforcement bars, and in the intense flames, some of the bars began to melt...

Throughout the Green Zone, everyone trembled at the sound of the explosion.

What did the Americans say again? That the Green Zone was absolutely safe? How come it's now being subjected to such terrible shelling? And not just one round!

The people living here are all rich! Their lives are very valuable!

Some people, emboldened, peered outside in the direction from which the explosion had occurred.

presidential palace!

The commanders of the US 1st Armored Division and 1st Cavalry Division were both in there. Does this mean... two more division commanders have been killed, and the top brass of two divisions has been eliminated?

God above, please stop this massacre! If this continues... the situation will spiral out of control!

After the second round of artillery fire, the presidential palace building was already on the verge of collapse!

Inside the underground air-raid shelter, everyone was making the sign of the cross on their chests.

God, please don't let there be a third round, otherwise we won't be able to stop it at all!

Boom! Boom boom!

As if in response to their call, a third volley of shells came flying in!

Splash!

Rumble!

The entire building collapsed completely amidst the explosion!

Concrete debris and steel bars were piled up into a small mountain! The air-raid shelter below was still intact, but... their access route was completely blocked!

Not far away, under a date palm tree, Diyaba watched the scene unfold, his eyes filled with shock.

They actually did it! This Grim Reaper Juba is incredibly strong! Perhaps they really can drive away the American troops, and I... am willing to provide intelligence to Grim Reaper Juba!