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

Sadr City.

All the highly motivated soldiers were actively preparing for the next wave of battle. They had roadside bombs modified from 120mm grenades, as well as anti-tank missiles. They did not believe they would lose, and they were not afraid even if armed helicopters came!

But... the US military did nothing!

Everything was arranged, and the city quieted down, as if it were just the calm before a great battle.

What kind of retaliation will you face after wiping out an American battalion? Will it be a brigade, or even more?

Inside the courtyard, Azam paced back and forth, occasionally gazing at the starry sky, his mind constantly in thought.

What will happen next? Why hasn't the 1st Armored Division been deployed yet?

"Captain Azam, we have intelligence." Just then, Mariam walked in from the doorway and whispered in his ear.

Juba the Grim Reaper has his own exclusive intelligence channels, which are extremely secretive and cannot even be revealed to the Mahdi Army!

As she spoke, she glanced into the room inside.

At this point, the officers of the Mahdi Army no longer needed Azam's guidance and were discussing incessantly the possible actions of the US military and how they should respond.

Learn war through war!

Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim stood in front of the map, seemingly lost in thought.

No one was paying attention to what was happening in the yard. Azam quickly took the note and glanced at it.

The text contains only one sentence: "US military launches major offensive against the holy city of Najaf!"

In an instant, Azam realized: No wonder the US military didn't continue the attack!

The US military suffered a defeat in Sadr City and plans to go to Najaf to get revenge!

They didn't intend to continue fighting in Sadr City, probably because they saw the huge amount of supplies the Mahdi army had seized. If they got into street fighting, they would suffer heavy casualties, so they simply ran to Najaf!

"To catch a thief, first catch his king; to shoot a man, first shoot his horse"—this tactic is absolutely correct! And they will definitely win!

The main force of the Mahdi army is in Sadr City, and Najaf didn't leave many men behind. Moreover, the victory here was due to his own command! What does Najaf have?

Muqtada al-Sadr is here!

This guy is probably in grave danger!

He originally wanted to boost his prestige by being anti-American, but look what happened? This guy probably never dreamed that disaster would strike him out of nowhere while he was just sitting at home.

So... what should we do on our side?

Go to the rescue? Are you kidding mechanized troops? They can get there quickly. What do we have? We can only go in disguise, and even then, we might not be able to get through the roadblocks!

Moreover, Sadr's ability to win within the city relies on street fighting and familiarity with the terrain. But once they venture out... they won't fare much better than Saddam's troops; they'll all die on the way.

So... I can't go!

Azam looked at Mariam beside him and whispered a few words.

"Okay, I understand!"

Amr-Elwan-Ibrahim was studying a map when suddenly... he smelled a delicious aroma. He turned to look outside and saw that a barbecue grill had been set up sometime earlier, with lamb skewers sizzling and dripping oil!

This is……

"Come on, brothers, have something to eat!" Azam gestured.

Instantly, his stomach rumbled loudly. Amr-Erwan-Ibrahim strode over, picked up two skewers of meat, intending to fill his stomach before going back to study the map. Winning battles is addictive!

Everyone else grabbed meat skewers, wanted to leave, and then...

They saw Azam bring out a box and take out bottles of liquor from it.

Thud, thud!

Azam took a barbecue skewer, flicked it at the bottle cap, and the cap flew off.

"Come on, everyone, have a couple of sips, are you all thirsty? Besides, how can you have skewers without... barley juice!"

"it is good."

Everyone took it seriously, after all, they had drunk it at the last meal, and the barley juice they had captured tasted really good!

Glug glug...

Soon, a bottle of barley juice was down in my mouth, it was so refreshing!

After putting two more skewers into their mouths, everyone wanted to leave, and then... they saw Azam looking on in surprise.

"Hey, hey, why have you all drunk it? I haven't even started yet! Come on, let's start again!"

What's the point of starting over?

Azam then brought out another box, handed a bottle to each person, and finally took a bottle for himself.

"Come on, let's drink to today's victory!"

Today's victory is one that will go down in history. Hearing Azam say this, everyone felt a surge of pride.

"That's right, cheers to today's victory!"

Amr Al-Wan Ibrahim raised his bottle, and the others followed suit.

Glug glug...

In the East, there are many rules to follow when drinking. For example, if you feel you can't outdrink the other person, never pick up a wine glass; just drink a soft drink! Let the other person say whatever they want. Once you actually pick up a wine glass, you won't be able to get down until you're passed out!

Sure enough, after finishing that bottle, Azam brought out a new barley juice.

"Today, we fought side by side, risking our lives together. I, Azam, am very happy to have met you brothers!"

The bond between soldiers is the most important thing! It's the people you can confidently entrust your back to on the battlefield!

For such a friendship, isn't it worth having a drink?

After drinking this bottle, many people began to feel dizzy.

Even though they had drunk barley juice before, they had never drunk this much at once!

Looking at the officers staggering about, Azam clutched his head, "I'm so dizzy, Amur, I feel like I see several of you..."

Boom!

Azam also collapsed.

"Captain Azam!" Mariam quickly came up to help him. "I'll take you inside to rest."

She was genuinely worried that Azam had drunk too much. But when she saw Azam suddenly open one eye, she realized that Captain Azam would never do something he wasn't sure of!

Just then, the sound of a motorcycle came from outside.

"Amr, Amr, the Holy City is in danger! The Leader has ordered you..."

The person who came came from Najaf on a motorcycle, taking a detour through the back roads!

He propped up his motorcycle, jogged in, and then... saw the commanders staggering about.

This……

Finished!

If these commanders were still sober, they could definitely lead their teams back to the rescue. But now... they're all drunk!

The command structure of the Holy City Brigade is tree-like, making it impossible for anyone to bypass the leaders of Sadr City and directly contact the lower levels of the Mahdi Army!

Seeing the anxious look on the man's face, Mariam suddenly realized that Captain Azam had no intention of going to Najaf to rescue people at all! That charlatan named Muqtada al-Sadr should have been killed by the US military. That way, all the people in the Mahdi Army would be Captain Azam's subordinates!

At this moment, Azam, who was pretending to be drunk, didn't really think so much. He didn't intend to annex the Mahdi Army. All of this... was the guidance of the true God!