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Chapter 202 War Erupts Again! (First Update!)

Lin Yi read the message over and over again, but he still couldn't process it.

What does it mean to switch defenders again?

Are Americans very idle?

Or is it that their Marines are so idle that they're constantly changing shifts all day long?

Are you crazy?
After cursing in his heart, Lin Yi's eyes darted around and his gaze fell on the word Iraq.

The sudden explosions made the situation between America and Iraq very delicate. Last year, they were still discussing signing a troop withdrawal agreement, but this year, there has been no further news about troop withdrawal.

Given the current chaos in Syria, it's hard not to suspect that America's recent troop rotation might be part of some other underhanded maneuvering.

Out of curiosity, Lin Yi's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed a new message and sent it out.

I've heard that Iraq is in chaos. Mr. Eisent, please be careful and stay safe.

Also, on behalf of my uncle, I need to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Eisente, for saying that Saudi Arabia was in chaos, and that I had him brought back.

He hit it off with a girl on the plane, and they are now considering marriage. Thank you, Mr. Eisent.

The message was sent successfully. Lin Yi held his phone tightly in both hands and waited quietly for a response from the other end.

Before Eisent's message arrived, Rastello's message arrived first.

[Really? In your Japanese terms, it should be called 'a harmonious union lasting a hundred years'?]

The preceding text was in English by Rastral, and the last few words were in Chinese, but notably, there was no Japanese.

After a long silence, Lin Yi sent a "good" message.

Just then, Eisent suddenly sent a message, a message of complaint.

[That's enough! Those idiots in the Central Theater Command are planning to march directly into Syria armed, but they haven't even prepared their weapons and ammunition.]

[Did you know? I just went to the corresponding warehouse to collect supplies, following instructions from the Qatari frontline command.]

The inventory said the warehouse had enough equipment, tents, and canned food for 2000 people for a week, plus plenty of ammunition. But when I went in, the warehouse was completely empty! I didn't see a single thing inside!

That warehouse is empty!

【Empty! 】

[I knew it! There are so many terrorists in the Middle East! Where the hell do they get their weapons?!]

[It was all caused by these bastards!]

I strongly suspect that the Israeli port explosion a couple of days ago was caused by these same people transferring bombs and accidentally detonating them.

After sending a string of complaints, Eisent's account calmed down for a while before sending another message.

【Adolf, check your account to see if the funds have arrived. If not, I'll follow up.】

Once I arrive in Iraq in a couple of days, I won't have as much time.

Seeing Eisent urging him again, Lin Yi scratched his butt, turned around and walked to the finance office across the street, found Ji Shuangshuang, and whispered about it.

Ji Shuangshuang then got up and followed Lin Yi out of the office. When she reached the corridor, she took out her phone and made a call to her manager in Japan.

A few minutes later, the manager in Japan replied.

The $50 has been received and is currently in the processing stage!

Upon receiving the news, Lin Yi immediately sent a message to Eisente in the group chat:

[Thank you, Mr. Eisent. The funds have arrived and are currently being processed. Iraq is very dangerous, Mr. Eisent, please come back safely.]

When Lin Yi sent the message, Ji Shuangshuang stood on tiptoe beside him, looking at the English text on the screen. She tried her best to translate it, then gave Lin Yi a sidelong glance.
"Mr. Eisent, you must come back safely!"

"You've never been this mushy in your messages!"

Lin Yi shoved his phone into his pocket: "Make money! No shame in doing it!"

"Think about your car!"

Reaching out and pressing down on Ji Shuangshuang's head, Lin Yi pushed her towards the finance office and then turned around and went back to his own office.

Log in to QQ, find Sadr's profile picture, click on it, and immediately send a message.

[Military Battalion Smith of the US Marine Corps is about to enter Iraq, indicating a major operation. It's suspected that America is preparing to enter Syria. Your people should get away immediately.]

After sending the message, Lin Yi couldn't help but scratch his head again.

He disliked the feeling of wanting to know information but being forced to passively accept it.

We need to find a way to get to know more people in America's community. That way, we can get information and at least get it as soon as possible.

While he was racking his brains trying to figure out what to do, Sadr Jr. replied.

There is only a simple question mark, which reveals the inner turmoil and doubt of young Sadr, and at the same time expresses his homesickness.

Following the question mark is the question: "How did you know?"

Lin Yi's fingers touched the keyboard, and he replied with a few cryptic words:
Don't ask, the only answer is to get your people out of here immediately!

After sending the message, the other party's status remained in the input field. After typing for a long time, the final message that popped up only contained two letters.

【OK】

Seeing the other party's reply, Lin Yi reached out and closed the chat window, got up, and prepared to go to the special metal processing plant.

Karbala, Iraq.

Little Sadr crawled into the tunnel, found Khalid huddled inside studying chemistry, slapped his chemistry book aside, and held his phone screen up to Khalid's face:

"Lin Yi just sent a message saying that America might directly enter Syria, and a major war could break out."

"So, should you tell your brother to run away immediately?"

After delivering this bombshell news, Sadr realized that Khalid's reaction wasn't as strong as he had imagined; Khalid remained remarkably calm, extremely calm.

As he was wondering, Khalid spoke up: "Didn't you say before that you wanted our family members to go to China to manage companies in a corporate management capacity?"

“I told Holimund the news, and he said he would get back to me in a while.”

"Two days ago, he replied to my message saying that he was not planning to go to China."

“I asked him why, and he told me it was because he watched a documentary on the BBC that said China was not even as good as Iraq, whether in terms of the overall environment or the salary and benefits.” “His wife also came back from England, and the family has just been reunited.”

In the end, Khalid burst out laughing—a laugh born of anger.

Hearing his laughter, little Sader squatted down and asked with a worried expression:

"Then what can we do? Are you really going to just watch something happen to them?"

“Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven. You can’t listen to me no matter how much I tell you. But when something happens, he’ll know what to do.” Khalid squatted down, picked up the chemistry book that Little Sadel had slapped to the ground, put it back under the light, and started reading from where he had been interrupted.

Seeing his state, Sadr decided not to continue trying to persuade him. Instead, he walked out of the tunnel to a place with a signal and made a phone call to his father.

Tell him to contact his organization's people in Syria and urge them to evacuate as soon as possible, or at least prepare food and water to avoid the initial chaos.

After hanging up the phone, he simply sat down on the parapet wall, raised his eyes, and stared blankly at the sunset on the horizon.

Just then, he saw a shooting star streak across the southeastern sky.

However, this meteor was a little strange; instead of flying diagonally downwards as is common, it flew horizontally the whole time.

It quickly flew over his head and headed northwest.

Staring at the streak of light for a while, Sadr realized it wasn't a meteor at all, but a missile. Recognizing it, he jumped off the parapet and immediately ran underground to find Khalid.

"Call your brother right away. I just saw what looks like a missile heading toward Syria."

Upon hearing that missiles were heading towards Syria, Khalid abandoned his previous composure, jumped up abruptly, ignored the books and notebooks that had been overturned on the ground, grabbed the phone next to him, and rushed outside.

I had just run out of the tunnel and into the yard, and before I could even turn on my phone, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there were many shooting stars in the southeast sky.

After staring blankly for a while, Khalid, with trembling hands, opened his phone and frantically dialed the phone number. But because he was too scared, he couldn't enter the correct number even after several attempts.

It was only with the help of Sadr that they were able to find his brother Holim's number and dial it.

After the busy tone subsided, a gentle Arabic female voice came through:
"The number you dialed cannot be reached..."

After dialing several times and hearing the same voice repeatedly, Khalid was utterly desperate. He knelt down helplessly and stared blankly at the northwest sky.

…………

Syria, Homs.

This is Syria's third largest city, located in central Syria, 160 kilometers from the capital, Damascus.

Geographically, it is located along the Orontes River. 160 kilometers to the south is Damascus, the capital of Syria. To the north, you can go to the northern city of Aleppo. To the west is the Syrian port of Tartus. To the east, you can take the M20 highway to Deir ez-Zor, and then follow Highway 4 along the Tigris River southwestward, eventually reaching Iraq.

Strategically, this is a strategically vital location that any military strategist must seize.

At this very moment, in an unremarkable mosque in the southwest of Homs, a dozen or so people are gathered together, examining a map of Homs.

At this moment, the man near the door moved slightly to the left, allowing the sunlight behind him to stream into the room and onto the map.

In the golden sunlight, he pressed his fingers against the eastern edge of Holmes and said softly:
"This is the camp of the 3rd Infantry Division headquarters. They don't have heavy firepower, but it's relatively close to Tartus. If fighting breaks out, the Russian Air Force will arrive quickly."

"And this time was only a short period of less than 20 minutes."

"So we have to take this camp within 20 minutes."

These words caused the people around him to lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze or speak.

The ruling party in Syria is the Ba'ath Party.

This is the political party that has been in power in Syria since the 1963 coup.

Over the years, the Ba'ath Party has been building up its own army in order to use it to control the entire country.

Although the 3rd Infantry Division was not an elite force, it was still a regular army. Although it did not have tanks, it had armored vehicles and sufficient ammunition supplies.

To think you could take it down in 20 minutes is a pipe dream.

Sensing the change in these people's attitudes, the person who had spoken first stopped, straightened up, crossed his arms, and looked at the group of people in front of him with disdain:

“I know that it’s an impossible task for you to take over the military camp here in 20 minutes.”

"But we have outside help!"

The word "foreign aid" made the group of people who had been bowing their heads quickly raise their heads again.

If we have foreign aid, and that foreign aid is strong enough, then it's entirely possible for us to take the camp within 20 minutes.

Just as they were about to ask what kind of foreign aid it was.

The eastern sky suddenly lit up a few times, and about 20 seconds later, a violent explosion came from the east. Even from a distance, they could imagine the horror of the explosion through the sound.

After a series of explosions, the man closest to the gate took the AK-47 off his back and pulled the bolt back:
"Our reinforcements have arrived. I'm going to charge now. As for you guys, you're on your own."

Leaving behind a sarcastic remark, the man grabbed his AK and rushed out of the room, meeting up with his subordinates who were guarding outside. They got into a pickup truck and sped towards the military camp to the east.

Inside the mosque, the group of people who remained looked at each other, then at the map, and finally gritted their teeth and followed them out.

There is only one chance. Once the 3rd Infantry Division reacts and these guys get together, they will counterattack.

Once the battle reaches a stalemate, the 3rd Infantry Division can rest easy, while they will need to consider how to take Russian bombs with their heads.

At the 3rd Infantry Division headquarters, Commander Saladi was very lucky. When the missiles hit the barracks, he inexplicably went out for a stroll instead of staying in bed as usual.

This inexplicable action saved his life, preventing him from being instantly reduced to ashes by the missile.

After a brief period of confusion, he quickly regained his command as commander of the 3rd Infantry Division and issued orders to the soldiers around him.

"Mortar battalion, immediately disperse around the epicenter of the explosion, point your cannons outwards, and attack immediately if anyone attempts to attack the camp. Do not hold back, and do not care whether they are ordinary people or not."

"The 1st, 2nd and 3rd Infantry Battalions, take up your weapons and assist the mortar battalion in guarding the camp."

"The 3rd and 4th Infantry Battalions, take a headcount and retrieve supplies and personnel from the rubble."

"Communications battalion, immediately contact the surrounding areas and have the regiments living nearby come and join us at all costs."

"Then, send a plaintext message to Damascus reporting that James has been attacked by missiles and requesting immediate reinforcements."

After uttering the last instruction, Saladi accepted the bulletproof vest and helmet delivered by his personal guard.

After putting on these things and feeling their weight, he took an AK-47, cocked it with a backhand, and then waved it at the people behind him:
"Let's go see which fools are these!"

(End of this chapter)