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

Elos Road is located in the southeast of Sadr City. There is a shortcut here that connects to Highway 5. If you want to transport supplies from Highway 5, this is the most convenient way, even more convenient than taking Alcuda Street!

The only drawback is that... the road isn't wide, only allowing one-way traffic for a convoy, but... that's not a big problem!

Now everyone knows that the Mahdi army fled last night, and currently only civilians remain in the city of Sadr!

At this moment, the supply convoy was advancing on Eros Road. In the lead Humvee, machine gunner Eddie Chen was no longer as tense as before. He looked at the buildings on both sides and could still utter a few complaints.

"Why is it us again?! What is the battalion commander thinking?!"

Then, squad leader Jones spoke up: "Because our Comanche Red Platoon is the strongest!"

Upon hearing this, the people in the car all became proud.

Eddie Chen looked up at the sky with disdain. "Bullshit, the strongest fighting power!"

They have the same equipment and combat capabilities as the other platoons! There was another amazing soldier who was a true elite, but unfortunately he joined Delta Force two years ago!

They were sent on this mission, but... they were just unlucky!

When they first entered the city, they were closest to the newspaper office in the city center, so they were sent there!

After that... once the division commander decided to garrison the area, Lieutenant Colonel Gary Wallersky, the battalion commander, decided to use the newspaper office as the command post. As a result, the battalion headquarters' directly subordinate company took over the position of their Comanche Red Platoon!

The battalion commander was considerate of them and ordered them to leave the city to rest. But... less than an hour after they came out, they were assigned a supply transport mission!

The 1st Cavalry Division consists of combined arms infantry battalions and does not have a dedicated logistics support company. Instead, it receives direct logistics support from the forward support company (FSC) under the support battalion of the superior unit.

To support the 2nd Battalion's long-term stay in Sadr City, the division headquarters quickly coordinated an FSC transport supply mission.

Unfortunately, this forward support company had never been to Sadr City before and was unfamiliar with the situation inside. The Comanche Red Platoon had already been there once, and they were the only ones outside the city. So... they had to take action again to escort the FSC into the city!

When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Wait, if only you could have some cold water to drink at times like this!

The machine gunner had to expose half of his body and wear full protective gear, and his clothes underneath were already soaked with sweat!

This is so agonizing!

At this moment, not far ahead, on a small building.

Azam rested the sniper rifle barrel on the window frame and looked through the scope at the approaching convoy.

The machine gunner was in the first Humvee...

Yellow skin, black eyes, and this guy... he's actually Asian?

If you can't make it in your own country, you might want to go to the US to make money, thinking America is a land of opportunity? More like a land of cutthroat competition! Even middle-class people who go to the US might quickly fall back into poverty.

Of course, everyone has their own ambitions. If it's just about making a living, then there's no need to stand on the moral high ground and impose your will on others. But to be an American soldier... that's betraying one's ancestors!

After all, enlisting requires swearing allegiance to the U.S. Constitution and obeying the orders of the President of the United States. What if the President of the United States orders them to fight their former homeland? Then such people are just pawns!

Traitors, sellouts, bananas (Chinese people who are culturally Westernized), collaborators, bigwigs, walking 500,000... Today's battle begins with you!

Azam pressed the triangular point of the scope against the target's head. "Since you like working for America so much, then die!"

Hold your breath and pull the trigger!

Bang!

The moment the bullet left the muzzle, Azam grabbed the sniper rifle and ran backward, sliding down the drainpipe behind the building and heading towards the second reserve position!

One of the essences of guerrilla warfare: fire a shot and move on to another location!

We absolutely cannot stay in the same place. After all, the Lao Gan Ma heavy machine gun is no joke. It can easily penetrate these walls. If the machine gunners on the other side are skilled enough, they will sweep over and turn our hiding place into a sieve in the next moment!

Eddie Chen continued to look at the streets on both sides, somewhat bored.

The next moment... it seemed like something flew over!

His pupils suddenly dilated, and a spinning bullet appeared in his retina!

Am I seeing things?

He instinctively wanted to rub his eyes, and then... *poof*!

The bullet pierced his left eye!

If he hadn't wanted to rub his eyes and turned his head slightly, the bullet would have hit him between the eyebrows, but... the effect would have been the same!

BOOM! The eyeball exploded like a watermelon, splattering a cloud of blood mist!

The bullet continued forward, passing through the sphenoid bone and entering his brain...

The immense impact caused Eddie Chen's head to tilt backward, and at the same time, he realized what had just happened!

It wasn't that he was seeing things, but rather... it was like he was playing a Counter-Strike game and got headshot. The only difference was that in a regular game you could start over, but now he only had one chance!

He is dying!

In the moment of death, countless memories flooded into his mind.

He originally had a good family; his parents were urban workers. Although they weren't rich, their life was warm and happy. However... he watched American cartoons, drank Coca-Cola, and ate KFC from a young age, and longed for America.

In particular, there was a rich kid in the class who was about to immigrate to the United States and kept bragging about how great America was. At that moment, he made up his mind: I must go to America and become a superior person!

His grades were bad, so he could only go to a vocational college. After graduating, he found that there were no job opportunities at all!

So he stole his parents' retirement money, got a tourist visa to the United States, and posted on social media every time he went to a new place, which made him the envy of many people. As a result, he became even more determined to stay. In order to get a green card and become a citizen, he chose to serve in the United States as a soldier!

Now, if he were given the chance to choose again, he wouldn't regret it!

For a great colony, anything is possible to join the United States! Including selling one's soul!

He only regretted not being more vigilant, and even more so, he regretted not being able to live the life he longed for.

But... this should count as dying in action, right? I should be eligible for death benefits and battlefield insurance, but unfortunately... I can't use them...

At this moment, the bullet had entered the brain, tumbling and churning inside, creating chaos. All thoughts vanished, leaving only immense pain.

"Ah..." He let out his only, and final, scream!

Bang!

The bullet flew out from the back of his head, leaving a large hole, before being stopped by his helmet and losing its final force.

White brain matter and red blood dripped down the inside of the helmet.

This is what happens to large colonies!

Eddie Chen's body slumped limply onto the roof of the car behind him, while the others in the car below, after a moment of shock, reacted: "Oh damn, there's a sniper at eleven o'clock!"