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

When the explosion came from the roof of the Hummer, the four American soldiers who had just jumped out of the vehicle were already lying on the ground around it.

Hearing the explosion, they knew their machine gunner was finished, and a sense of... shared sorrow filled their hearts.

Will I be next?

Sure enough, the next moment, grenades began to fall near them!

Boom!

A grenade landed next to the deputy squad leader, on a piece of foam debris that had been blown away. Because it cushioned the impact, it didn't explode!

The deputy squad leader was startled and quickly took off his helmet and fastened it on.

boom!

His helmet was blown to smithereens, his arm was blown off, and countless fragments were embedded in his body. His eyes were wide open, as if to say... He was not reconciled, he was not reconciled!

It's no use being unwilling; this is the fate of invaders!

Boom! Boom boom!

Explosions rang out one after another, and none of the four American soldiers who jumped out of the vehicle managed to escape! They were all blown to bits!

As for the attackers who threw grenades... they only threw one, and then disappeared without a trace again...

That tactic was executed flawlessly!

Boom!

At this moment, the first Humvee that had flown into the sky had just fallen back down, and the rolling flames continued to burn, making this battlefield of blood and fire even more thrilling.

In the distance, Azam watched the situation with great satisfaction. He had been prepared to finish off his opponent at any moment, but now he probably wouldn't need to!

Being both a sniper and a field commander... I guess I'm the first and never to be again!

Azam picked up the radio and shouted again: "Shehid, set up roadblocks behind us! Caliph, execute Plan Eight!"

"Yes, yes!" came an excited voice.

The moment the sniper rifle fired from the front, Lieutenant Sean, the Comanche Red Platoon leader, was taking a nap in the Humvee at the back of the convoy. He opened his eyes, looked ahead, and picked up his radio. Before he could even speak, an explosion rang out!

Seeing the towering flames, Lieutenant Sean knew that they couldn't go any further! He could only shout into the radio, "Attention all personnel, reverse!"

The road was too narrow to turn around, and the burning Hummer in front had become a natural roadblock, so the cars behind could only back out first!

At that moment, he secretly rejoiced that his car was in the back of the line; if it had been in the front... it would have been extremely dangerous!

They had a platoon of six Humvees, three in the front and three in the back. The platoon leader chose to stay at the rear, supposedly to provide cover for the platoon, but really it was to slack off. Now…

At this moment, the convoy had come to a stop. The driver, Cameron, quickly shifted into reverse, glanced at the rearview mirror, and his expression changed drastically.

Behind them, burning tires rolled out of the adjacent yard! They spun around in the middle of the road and then fell over...

"We've got trouble behind us!" Cameron shouted.

Lieutenant Sean turned around, his expression changing drastically: "Quick, machine gunner, turn around!"

The machine gun on top of the Hummer can theoretically fire in all directions, since it is a ring-shaped support with a toothed ring underneath. However, it is difficult to operate in practice because the guide ring is rotated by a hand crank!

It wasn't until 2005, after the U.S. military installed remote weapon stations on the Humvees, that the ring was fitted with motors.

Now... by the time the gun racks on top are moved to the back, the saboteurs behind will have long since disappeared! Only the raging fire roadblocks remain!

If the gunman in the car wanted to fire, he'd have to stick half his body out! Firing forward would be fine, but firing backward... it'd be like performing acrobatics!

What should we do now?

After glancing at the buildings on both sides, Lieutenant Sean gritted his teeth: "Back up and get out!"

This is a roadblock made of flames. Since there's fire, there definitely aren't any roadside bombs! Otherwise, they would have detonated long ago!

The Hummer has a diesel engine, and if properly maintained, even with rubber tires, it can still run fast enough...

Cameron gritted his teeth, and then... floored the gas pedal!

Buzz, buzz!

The Hummer roared as it reversed, heading straight for the flames!

Bang! Bang!

Several tires were knocked off!

Flames burned all around them, and they felt their hair and eyebrows being singed, like Christmas turkeys...

Whoosh!

The Hummer finally left the burning fire and made a safe retreat!

"Attention everyone, back up! You can get out now!"

The second-to-last Hummer floored the gas pedal and pulled out, followed by the third-to-last...

The three Hummers successfully escaped danger!

The driver continued to press the accelerator while reversing; they were going to exit the entire block!

With a whooshing sound, they left Elos Road. There were no more buildings on either side. Everyone was breathing heavily, feeling like they had escaped death... They really didn't want to experience it again!

Lieutenant Sean made the sign of the cross on his chest and muttered, "Thank God!"

After calming down, he began to pay attention to the situation on the scene. When he looked ahead, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Wait, what about the FSC teams?

Fuck, the tanker truck can't drive past the flame roadblock, otherwise... it might get itself on fire!

In other words, the supply convoy got stuck there!

"Quickly, call our Apache helicopters!"

During the morning attack, helicopters accompanied the attack the entire time, but once they discovered that there were no Mahdi Army members in the city, the helicopters flew away. Those things are complicated to maintain and cannot patrol in the air all the time.

Right now... only the Apache helicopter can save the convoy inside!

They absolutely dare not drive in again! God bless FSC!

At this moment, inside the encirclement, Frank Barkers, the company commander of the US Army FSC, felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest!

He was sitting in the first tanker truck, and because the cab of the M978 was high enough, Frank Barkels witnessed the whole process almost from a first-person perspective!

The M978 heavy-duty fuel tanker truck is the standard frontline fuel transport vehicle of the U.S. Army. Each logistics support company is equipped with six of them, and each truck can transport 11 liters of fuel at a time!

The U.S. Army has three mechanized infantry battalions that consume 65,000 liters of fuel per day. The cavalry battalion under the 1st Cavalry Division has even more equipment and consumes even more fuel. The fuel of these six vehicles is just enough for their daily consumption!

Besides fuel, the army also needs fresh water and food. So, among these six tanker trucks, there were also three regular M978 cargo vehicles carrying other supplies, including MRE (Maintenance, Resistant Respirator) rations, bread, coffee, and even two trays of beer.

Although drinking is prohibited on the battlefield, if one is to be stationed in Sadr City for an extended period... alcohol is still necessary.

They thought it was a routine transport mission, but who could have imagined that they would encounter such a terrible attack!

In just one minute, all three Humvees in front were destroyed, leaving no survivors. A huge fire broke out behind them. The Comanche Red Platoon, responsible for escorting them, shamefully fled, leaving their FSC as targets for the enemy!

But... why didn't the other side attack us?