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

Night fell, and many parts of Baghdad were pitch black, except for the Green Zone, which was brightly lit.

The so-called equality is bullshit. Electricity supply should be given to the rich areas first, and if there is any surplus, it will be given to other areas. If there is no surplus, the power will be cut off!

People in other districts are used to sudden power outages. The sun goes down, it gets cool outside, and it's a good time to go for a stroll.

Moreover, today is different from before!

"Hey, Mr. Mahmoud, do you know what's going on in the Green Zone?"

"I heard from my neighbor, Said, that his son, who works as a laborer in the city, witnessed the presidential palace being bombed into ruins, and that high-ranking U.S. military officials were all killed!"

"What? Another high-ranking U.S. military officer has died?"

"That's right, this time it was the commander of the 1st Armored Division who died!"

"How come I heard he was the commander of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Division?" a third person chimed in.

"You only heard half of it. All the colonels and officers of the 1st Armored Division and the 1st Cavalry Division were killed or wounded, with two to three hundred dead or wounded!"

"It wasn't just the Presidential Palace; other places were also shelled, and I heard several thousand people died!"

These startling rumors spread rapidly during casual street conversations, and the versions became increasingly bizarre.

In the end, it all came down to the entire Green Zone being bombed into ruins. Otherwise... why is martial law in place outside the Green Zone?

It was a great talk, the listeners applauded, and the fight was well done!

Apart from a few collaborators, vested interests, and previously suppressed tribes, few ordinary people genuinely welcome Americans, and they have absolutely no goodwill towards the American propaganda about overthrowing dictatorships and promoting democracy and freedom.

They just miss the good life of the 1980s; it's a pity those good days are gone forever.

In Sadr City, there was a burst of cheers and jubilation!

They were exhausted after marching all day, but after receiving news of their victory, they were energized again and marched back and forth along Alcuda Street. Since there was no electricity, they used torches, which made the area even brighter than the Green Zone!

Inside an ordinary courtyard.

"Today we successfully destroyed the presidential palace, carrying out a precise...decapitation strike. Brother Azam deserves the greatest credit!" Amr-Erwan Ibrahim said. "Brother Azam, thank you for your planning and command!"

"It's all thanks to everyone. The brothers who carried out the mission today, and the brothers who handled logistics behind the scenes, were all excellent," Azam said. "However, now is definitely not the time to celebrate victory. The American forces will launch a fierce counterattack! We must be prepared for a tough battle!"

"Okay, Brother Azam, just tell me what to do!"

"Gentlemen, urban warfare is not something that can be done haphazardly. It requires organization and targeting... In particular, we must first know the situation of our opponents."

Urban warfare has always been the most brutal! To win this kind of battle, meticulous planning is essential!

"I know, the 2nd Battalion of the 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division, is coming up..."

Azam's eyes lit up instantly. This is just like in history!

However... it certainly won't be as simple as history. This cavalry battalion will likely rush over in full force, so the tactic to deal with them is...

As Azam explained, everyone's eyes widened, their gazes shining with excitement. They were amazed that such a thing could be done!

The Americans are just waiting to be played to death!

At the same time, in the basement of the presidential palace, a group of high-ranking officials were wailing.

"Are we going to be trapped here and die?"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

When faced with death, they don't behave much better than ordinary people!

"Calm down, calm down!" Only Major General Ricardo Sanchez remained calm. He looked at the others and said, "You're just wasting your energy and lives! We need to stay quiet and wait for rescue from outside!"

"The roof collapsed! We're buried alive! By the time they dig through the rubble, we'll be starving and thirsty to death!" Major General Peter Ziarelli stood up, pacing back and forth like a cat on hot bricks. "We shouldn't have come in the first place! It was suicide!"

This statement is a complaint against Ricardo Sanchez: "It's all because of your one sentence that everyone was buried alive!"

Ricardo Sanchez rolled his eyes at him. "Idiot! How did someone like that become a division commander?"

If we hadn't taken shelter inside, we would have been blown to bits! The entire presidential palace collapsed; the power of that explosion must have been immense! There must not be a single survivor outside, otherwise why didn't they come to rescue us?

Make a quick decision yourself, or everyone will die!

The only mistake was the lack of food and fresh water, but... I can't blame myself for that!

This place was originally the headquarters of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division. They emptied it of gold, US dollars, and other wealth, but did not store any living supplies here!

However, he didn't intend to say much. At a time like this, he couldn't waste his energy on anything. Who knew how long those guys outside would take to come to the rescue...

At that moment, Major General Peter Ziarelli suddenly stopped and pointed at him.

"Ricardo, it's all your fault!"

"roll!"

"What did you say? Get out? If I could get out, would I be here waiting to die? Ricardo, you idiot, moron, SOB..."

Whoosh!

Before I could finish speaking, a chill ran down my spine!

Ricardo Sanchez drew his sidearm, pressed it against Petr Ziarelli's head, and gritted his teeth: "As a division commander, you're a disgrace! Now, you'd better calm down!"

"Calm down? Did I hit the nail on the head and you're going to kill me to cover it up? Kids, think about it, your families will only get a death certificate. No, no, that doesn't even count as death, it's just an accident. It's all this guy's fault, you..."

Splash, splash...

Someone pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ricardo Sanchez.

"You idiots, if you hadn't dodged, you would all be dead!" Major General Ricardo Sanchez shouted. "Calm down, everyone calm down!"

"I can't calm down, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I'm going to kill you first!"

An adjutant shouted and pointed his gun at Ricardo Sanchez, but... when he met the veteran's gaze, he suddenly hesitated and... put the pistol in his mouth.

Bang!

Red blood, white brain matter... a once vibrant life was gone just like that!

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and Ricardo Sanchez gritted his teeth in rage: "Peter, you idiot, I'm going to kill you!"

It was all instigated by Major General Peter Ziarelli; I had to take him down!

"You're a major general, and so am I. What right do you have to kill me? Kids, the fox's tail has been revealed. Kill him! Avenge ourselves!"

The others gripped their guns tightly, their eyes filled with hostility. A sense of desolation flashed through Ricardo Sanchez's heart. He had imagined many ways to die, but he never thought he would die in an internal conflict!