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Chapter 171 That night, everyone saw the sun! (Third update!)

After stating what he wanted to do, Zais gave a wicked smile, turned around and walked into the room next door, leaving Khalid with only a dashing back view.

Khalid, who remained where he was, leaned against the wall, trying to figure out where there might be any worthwhile targets around Ramadi.

Ramadi is the capital of Anbar province.

The population is 500,000 to 600,000, mainly Sunni.

In 2003, the Iraq War broke out, and America's 3rd Infantry Division occupied the area. The following year, a large-scale anti-America uprising broke out there, and it became the core of Iraq's resistance against America.

It was also AQI's stronghold between 2004 and 2006.

The AQI gang of idiots are terrorists; they only know how to kill, not how to govern.

Their extreme rule drove the Sunni tribes, led by the Dulem tribe, to the opposite side, into the hands of the Americas.

The organization formed by the Dulem tribal alliance is the Awakening Committee.

If we were to add a qualifier, it would be the Anbar Awakening Committee.

Between 2006 and 2007, the situation in Ramadi gradually stabilized under the combined pressure of American soldiers, Iraqi government forces, and local tribes.

After the situation stabilized, both American soldiers and Iraqi government forces withdrew from Ramadi.

So, Khalid racked his brains but still couldn't figure out who Zais wanted to fight.

Just then, he suddenly slapped his forehead, turned and went into the room where Zais had disappeared:
"Are you planning to bomb the Dulem tribe?"

"Are you crazy? Bombing them now would only be asking for trouble. Besides, the ISI would be the happiest if we bombed them, as it might expose us to them."

In the middle of the room, Zais sat cross-legged on the carpet, with a hand-drawn map in front of him.

Hearing Khalid's incessant chatter, the leader of the Justice League looked up, revealing a cruel smile:

"I thought the Sadr Movement had finally shown some backbone, but I didn't expect them to still be such cowards."

"Since you've asked, I'll tell you."

"First of all, I have no interest in those guys from the Grimm Alliance."

"The people I'm going to bomb are the Americans from the very beginning."

"Understand?"

With a question, Zais rose from the carpet, grabbing the map from the floor as he went. As he walked over to Khalid, he slapped the map in front of Khalid's face.

"In the southwest, between Highway 1 and Highway 10, the Americans built a temporary camp."

“When construction first started, there were a lot of engineering vehicles and soldiers in the camp.”

"That's my goal!"

Knowing that Zais's target was not Sunni, Khalid breathed a sigh of relief, gave an awkward laugh, and tore off the map stuck to his forehead, carefully comparing it with the map of Ramadi in his memory.

After checking for a long time, Khalid gestured on the map with his hands for a while, and finally put the map down with great satisfaction.

Ramadi is situated on the banks of the Euphrates River, at a location where the river makes a bend.

Highway 1 runs along the north bank, while Highway 11 crosses the south bank, connecting with Highway 10 at the southwest corner of the city.

Then the two highways intersect and head southwest, crossing the desert and reaching the border between Jordan and Syria.

On this hand-drawn map, the base built by the American people is in the southwest corner of the city, 1 kilometer north of Highway 1 and 1 kilometer south of Highway 10.

To the west lies the desert, and 4.5 kilometers to the east is the Euphrates River.

In addition, the area is a vast plain, making the overall site selection for the base excellent.

If it were me, I would also put the base here.

In such open terrain, without heavy weapons or rapid support equipment, taking down this base would come at a huge cost.

Having figured out the American people's thought process, Harry couldn't help but smile.

If it were my former self, I would never have given this base a second glance.

But now, not only do I want to take a second look, I also want to beat them up badly.

After chatting for a while, Hamidi and his men carried five gas cylinders and several large barrels of black powder into the room. Then, under Khalid's guidance, they filled the gas cylinders with the black powder little by little.

After loading, Khalid took the fuse of the gas canister shell from his backpack.

Unlike what we've seen before, this time there was a large lump of white dough behind the shell fuse.

Zais tried to probe several times, but each time Khalid casually changed the subject. So he simply stopped asking and continued to follow Khalid with his men to study the gas canister shell.

As night fell, the assembled gas cylinders and gun mounts were loaded separately onto the pickup truck, and under cover of darkness, they drove along Highway 11 towards Camp America, southwest of Ramadi.

Instead of driving directly to the edge of the camp, about 3.5 kilometers away, Zais turned the steering wheel and drove the vehicle directly into the nearby residential area.

After navigating through a winding residential area, Zais parked the car in an ordinary courtyard. Then, with his men, they carried the gas cylinders and gun barrel rack from the truck bed to the roof.

After assembling the cannon, Zais turned back to Khalid and asked him very seriously:

"Are you sure this thing is explosive? You can't be trying to trick me!"

"Shut up!" Khalid retorted irritably, took out his pocket watch, leaned against the corner of the wall and began to calculate the time. As he calculated, he fell asleep.

Under the cover of night, time seems to flow faster.

Khalid blinked and the time came to midnight.

He was shaken awake.

Standing up, Khalid found that Zais and his men were already ready, so he took out a video camera and started recording.

This is what the manufacturer requires!

At 1 a.m., Zais stood next to several cannons and forcefully swung his right hand down.

Nearby, several elite members of the Justice League stood behind the artillery. Upon receiving the signal, they pulled the cables in their hands and fired the mortars.

At the camp, having just finished a day of guard duty, Lieutenant Harris carried his meal tray, slowly walked to the bulldozer, plopped down on the tracks, and began to enjoy his dinner under the starlight.

His dinner today consisted of 200 grams of creamed corn kernels, a small bread roll, a bottle of water, two lettuce leaves, and a melon of some unknown type.

These things were nothing more than a roadside pile to this 1.8-meter-tall soldier.

After quickly stuffing the food into his stomach, Harris's gaze fell on the mechanical equipment beside him.

But soon, his gaze shifted from the machinery to the barracks not far away.

He wasn't a professional engineering soldier, so he had no idea what was valuable and what wasn't on those machines.

So after much deliberation, he decided to betray his old buddy.

After all, that gun was really valuable.

Harris licked his plate clean with his tongue, then got up and swayed toward the cafeteria.

After returning the food, he immediately went to get a gun and then took it out to sell.

After selling it, I'll go to the city, have a good meal and drink, and find a woman to have some fun with.

I'll come back tomorrow morning.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies about the future, a sudden, urgent alarm sounded at the base.

The instant he heard the alarm, Harris rolled sharply to the side, disappearing beneath the bunker wall. Once hidden, he cautiously peeked out, scanning the surrounding sky.

On Iraqi soil, Iraqis have become accustomed to America's airstrikes, and America's soldiers have become accustomed to the attack patterns of Iraqi opposition forces.

Don't panic when you encounter this kind of situation. First, find a safe place to hide. Surviving is victory.

I didn't see any rockets or airplanes overhead.

Therefore, it is highly likely that this was another false alarm.

Just as he was about to step out of the bunker, a sudden, urgent whooshing sound came from the sky.

Before Harris could figure out what was happening, the whooshing sound hit him right in front of him.

Harris got a good look at what it was before it exploded.

Gas tank.

An ordinary gas cylinder!
The next second, a bright white light shone from the spot where the gas cylinder had collided with the ground.

Harris didn't know how to describe the light. He felt that the light was like the sun, but it was nighttime, so where was the sun?
The question flashed through his mind one last time.

but.

No one could answer his question, and no one could answer it for him.

Because they are too busy taking care of themselves.

Five shells, seemingly from nowhere, slammed into the ground.

Every shell exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, a white sphere of light with a diameter of more than 20 meters appeared out of thin air, followed by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

The explosion was deafening. The debris from the explosion, carried by the shockwave, tore apart everything in its path that tried to block the debris, shredding it to shreds.

Another shell unfortunately hit the ammunition depot, sending the ammunition in the warehouse, along with this bomb of unknown origin, flying directly into the sky.

This added another layer of misfortune to the already unfortunate military camp.

The attack came quickly and went quickly.

From the first explosion to the fifth explosion, and finally to the end, less than five minutes passed.

Those who survived by sheer luck patted their ears, trying to soothe the pain caused by the explosion.

After their ears recovered, the soldiers quickly threw themselves into search and rescue and system reconnection efforts.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop 3 kilometers to the east, Zais stared in disbelief, too stunned to look back for a long time.

He didn't dare turn around, but Khalid preemptively put away the video camera, grabbed his collar, and dragged him downstairs.
"Go quickly!"

"The Americans are coming soon."

Zais, who was being dragged away by Khalid, was completely dazed. While cooperating with Khalid's movements to retreat, he patted Khalid's arm and asked excitedly:
"Did you just see that?"

"You definitely saw it!"

"A violently flashing white light! A fireball that looked like a mushroom!"

"No! It looks just like the sun!"

"you saw it!"

They dragged the man downstairs into the yard, opened the car door, and kicked him inside. Khalid then climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and then turned to shout at Zais:
"I saw it! I saw everything!"

Several cars started up, drove out of the yard, and then immediately dispersed, some heading east, some west, and some north.

In just two or three minutes, these vehicles disappeared into the intricate alleyways and into the darkness.

Khalid chose to head north.

First, arrive at Highway 1, then head east along Highway 1, bypassing the south of Baghdad, and continue south along the highway.

First, run hundreds of kilometers away. Even if the Americans want to capture you, they'll have to consider their own strength and time.

He put his foot directly into the fuel tank on the more than 50-kilometer journey from Ramadi to Fallujah.

He only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the sign for Fallujah.

Turning around, he roared at the incessantly chattering Zais:

"I saw!"

"I saw five white suns!"

"You don't need to keep reminding me, I also filmed a video!"

"Let me tell you, you're fucking in trouble now!"

"If you go this far, the Americans are definitely going to go crazy, and you're doomed."

This furious roar did not frighten Zais; instead, it excited him even more.

He even rolled down the car window and cheered and shouted at the street urchins who were still awake on the roadside.

Seeing his wretched appearance, Khalid only regretted that he had been blinded by greed and had sold the goods to these people.

Meanwhile, on Highway 11 to the south, Hamidi was also driving a pickup truck, carrying Sadr Jr. and Hazari, flooring the accelerator and speeding south.

In the back seat, Hazari gripped the seatbelt with both hands and roared at Sadr in the front passenger seat with a terrified expression:

"I'll ask you one more time, are you sure those guys didn't give you a nuclear bomb?"

"No!" Little Sader roared, turned his head, quickly rolled down the car window, stuck his head out of the car door, and vomited out with a "whoosh".

Receiving the same answer once again, Hadari roared even louder: "If it's not a nuclear bomb, why would it explode and send the sun flying?"

"In these three years, I have been to Lebanon, Palestine, Iran, and Afghanistan."

"I've seen countless bombs!"

"Never before have I seen a bomb produced this kind of effect."

"As you all saw just now, the sky suddenly brightened up!"

"White light! That's a high-temperature fireball from the explosion; it's all turned white!"

"Only a nuclear bomb could produce this effect!"

"Who exactly did you contact? How dare you give them such dangerous goods?"

Little Sadr didn't speak, he just kept vomiting.

Hamidi didn't say anything, he just kept pressing the accelerator.

The most important thing now is to save the dog's life. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

As long as you're not caught red-handed by the Americans, you're safe even if you hide underground or in another country.

If I get caught on the spot, I'll be dead right now, dead instantly!

Once back in Karbala, we dug tunnels and had to stay hidden in them for the rest of the time, resolutely refusing to go outside!

We also need to contact Larrit to bring the rest of the Oktokins back to prevent the Americanians from investigating.

(End of this chapter)