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Chapter 604 Sweeping Through! (Third Update!)

On the west bank of the Hols River, the terrorists began to retreat, moving out of the range of government forces on the east bank, and began to consolidate the territory they had just captured.

On the east bank, the government forces were caught off guard by a sudden attack.

Most of their equipment was lost, leaving them with only some light weapons.

The terrorists ceased their attack, finally gaining a respite. The soldiers on the front lines used this opportunity to quickly reinforce their defenses and prepare for the upcoming battle.

The situation at the front was quickly relayed through the command lines to the troops stationed in Mosul, which is the command base of the Iraqi Army's 2nd Division, the Mosul Air Base.

The commander of the 2nd Division, Zaidi Ruman, took the relevant intelligence to Miguel Martinis, the head of the American Advisory Group, who was still at the Mosul Air Base. He threw the documents at Martinis's face and began to curse:
"Why would these terrorists possess America's standard explosives?"

Miguel was hit in the face, but instead of getting angry, he bent down and picked up the photos that had hit him, looking at them one by one.

The photo shows the weapons carried by ISI terrorists, a standard AK, but there are other items besides the AK.

For example, it is clearly Americana-packaged TNT explosives, mortars.

After reviewing the documents, Miguel calmly put them away and handed them back to Zaidi: "Mr. Zaidi, to put it bluntly, you cannot prove that these belong to America."

“We export a large number of military weapons to countries in Africa, Europe, Asia, and the Middle East every year.”

"There are countless small heavy weapons such as mortars and large-explosive guns."

"You cannot prove that the equipment these terrorists possessed came directly from America."

"So you and I are of no use to each other!"

"Instead of cursing me here, you should think about why your Fifth Brigade, with four motorized infantry battalions and one rapid reaction company, equipped with PKM machine guns, RPG-7 rocket launchers, and 82mm mortars, a motorized infantry brigade of up to 3000 men, could not withstand an attack by a group of terrorists."

"If my information is correct, this group of terrorists numbers only around 400."

"3000 against 400, and your men still couldn't win? Can you tell me what you're doing?"

In just a few words, Miguel seized the initiative. Across from him, Zaidi, feeling Miguel's intense gaze, shrank back and quickly changed the subject:

"I need help! We need air support!"

“Sorry!” Miguel shattered Zaidi’s illusions: “I can’t call in air support for you.”

"Because our assessment data shows that you are fully capable of solving these problems."

"However, instead of solving the problem, you chose to embezzle and receive salaries without working."

"Is your Fifth Brigade's authorized strength of 3000 personnel at 60%?"

"Are these people's guns loaded? Are their mortars loaded with shells?"

"By the way, your 4th Brigade stationed in eastern Mosul is a mechanized infantry brigade, consisting of three mechanized infantry battalions, one armored battalion, as well as mortar engineers and a medical team."

"At most, there should be around 3000 people."

"No matter how you calculate it, there should be around 5000 people."

"You're using 5000 against 400, you're not going to lose, are you?"

These words shattered Zaidi's hopes of changing the subject. He closed his eyes, shook his head for a long time, and finally, with an awkward smile, said to the advisor America in front of him:

"Of the 12 T-72 tanks in the armored company, only three are operational!"

"Three mechanized infantry battalions, with a full strength of 1800, but in reality only 1100!"

"The mortar company didn't have enough shells, and the engineer company didn't have any engineering vehicles."

"The only equipment we can use is the equipment you handed over some time ago."

"If the game is over..."

At this point, Zaidi seemed ashamed. He slowly lowered his head, then raised it again after a few seconds: "There's no more equipment!"

Hearing him recite the data with such familiarity, Miguel couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

Since America entered Iraq, there have been ongoing terrorist attacks in northern Iraq.

So, the inhuman soldier America acted like a human being here for a moment.

They began providing targeted counter-terrorism training to the local defense forces.

This continued from 03 until recently.

Because of the need to deal with Syria, the NATO coalition forces led by America relocated their bases to the Syrian-Iraqi border, and the defense of the Mosul area was handed over to the Iraqi government forces.

This handover has only taken a few months.

A few months isn't even enough to give birth to a child.

This group of people had already brought this much harm to the fully-staffed army at the time.

This……

Kind of outrageous.

After laughing, Miguel patted Zaidi on the shoulder, turned around and took out his phone, making a call while tidying up his documents.

He didn't hide from Zaidi, so the entire conversation on the phone reached Zaidi's ears with perfect clarity:
"This is Miguel! I'm at Mosul Air Base now."

"Please help me contact General Benjamin!"

"General!"

"I am now requesting withdrawal because the corruption of the Iraqi Army's 2nd Division Commander, Zaidi, is simply outrageous."

“The situation in Mosul is terrible. If we don’t intervene, those terrorists could take over the entire territory of Mosul in three days at most.”

"If we get involved, it will disrupt our plans in Libya and Syria."

"From an advisor's perspective, I suggest we withdraw immediately and not get involved."

"Okay, I'll give the order right now!"

"Understood, I promise to bring him back safely!"

After finishing the call and collecting the documents, he only had one bag left. He carried this bag to Zaidi.

"General Zaidi, you'd better watch yourself. The advisory group will withdraw first."

"goodbye!"

After saying that, he pushed Zaidi aside, walked past him, went out the door, and shouted loudly towards the outside:
"The advisory team, gather your belongings and evacuate immediately!"

The shouts were particularly loud in the dark night, and soon people began to appear in front of Miguel, carrying backpacks.

They were members of the advisory group.

Miguel took out the list and began calling out names, calling out "Here!" for each person he called.

After all the personnel lists were checked, the C-130 transport plane that came to pick them up landed just in time. With a wave of his right hand, the advisory group and the guards ran towards the transport plane together.

The transport plane was packed to the brim.

The transport planes came and went quickly, and with their departure, Zaidi's hopes were completely dashed.

He stood on the brightly lit track for a long time, then suddenly turned around and ran to his office to start packing his luggage.

While packing his luggage, he made another phone call to his home in Baghdad.

His eldest son answered the phone. Upon recognizing the voice, Zaidi quickly said, "Mudri, don't say anything now. Just do whatever I tell you!" "Break open the third tile from the right and the fourth tile from the top on the wall opposite the main entrance to the underground storage room. Inside is a hidden compartment containing the 20 kilograms of gold bars I obtained, as well as $3 million."

"Take these 20 kilograms of gold bars, worth 300 million US dollars, and take your younger brother, sister, and mother with you."

"Go to the airport immediately and buy a plane ticket to Europe."

"Wherever you are, leave Iraq immediately."

"Remember, leave immediately!"

"I love you all!"

After giving his instructions, Zaidi packed his luggage without notifying anyone. He quietly took the luggage, got into his private car, and went for a drive as usual.

They disappeared in a flash.

Half an hour later, when the remaining high-ranking officers received the report from the front lines for the second time, they were undecided and came to look for Zaidi, but Zaidi had already disappeared.

They lacked the authority to reply to the front lines, so they could only report the relevant information to Baghdad and the Ministry of Defense.

The Ministry of National Defense had already closed for the day and would not be able to respond until the next day.

The March sun did not awaken Mosul; what did awaken Mosul was the increasingly intense gunfire and artillery fire.

The gunshots at dawn were the alarm clock that the ISI set for the city. At 8 a.m., as requested by Badri, the terrorists launched another attack.

This attack was different from the surprise attack last night.

After a night of consolidation, the terrorists had captured enough hostages that when the infantry of the 4th and 5th Brigades of the Iraqi 2nd Division on the east bank raised their guns, they saw their families tied up on the opposite side.

And those terrorists were hiding behind them.

They now have two options: shoot.

The terrorists will be killed, and their families will die too.

Put down your gun.

The brigade commander of the 4th Brigade saw this through his binoculars, quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie, and called the front line to open fire.

His voice reached the ears of the soldiers on the front lines with perfect clarity.

His voice seemed to have prompted the soldiers resisting on the front lines to make a decision.

Most of the local soldiers in Mosul chose to lay down their weapons, while the soldiers from other areas hesitated for half a second upon seeing this scene before immediately withdrawing with their guns at the ready.

Now that they've made their decision, they're very likely to become enemies.

Soon, the vanguard of the terrorists crossed the Hors River and appeared on the defensive positions of the 4th and 5th Brigades.

The terrorist leader didn't shoot at them as the soldiers had expected. Instead, he picked up the guns they had put down and shoved them into their hands: "Come on, let's take care of those corrupt bastards!"

The soldiers didn't want to move, and the terrorist leader saw through their thoughts. Without saying a word, he simply raised his hand, gesturing for them to look across the river.

On the opposite bank of the Hols River, terrorists behind the crowd raised their guns and pointed them at the people in front of them.

Several terrorists began strapping bombs to the hostages.

As they strapped on the bombs, the terrorist leader on this side of the river pulled a remote control from his pocket and waved it in front of the soldiers:
"You only have one choice now, which is to pick up your guns and come with me to kill those people."

"Only by killing them can we accept you."

"Only then will your families be safe."

“If you don’t kill, your families will die, and you will die.”

"However, we are kind people, and we will not let you die so easily."

"You should know that a healthy heart costs $50 on the market, two kidneys cost $30, and lungs and liver each have their own prices."

"Even the bones of the eyeball have a price."

"You wouldn't want your family members to appear in various fragmented forms around the world a few days later, would you?"

The terrorist leader's words caused the soldiers to glare at him angrily.

But he only glared at her, without making any other unnecessary movements.

Seeing that these people didn't move, the terrorist leader knew that they were afraid.

He bent down again, picked up the gun from the ground, and handed it back to the soldiers.

“Go, kill them, and your family can live, can live a good life.”

"And we will also establish a true kingdom that belongs to our Islam."

"In that country, we can enjoy milk, honey, bread, and mutton without end!"

"And virgins!"

"Let's go!"

After saying this, he raised the AK in his hand, pulled the bolt back, and then pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

The bullets fired, and golden flames spewed from the muzzles, completely waking the soldiers.

They looked at the guns in their hands, pulled the bolts back, and then, holding the guns, advanced towards the cities to the east and south.

Using these people, ISI terrorists advanced very quickly. Because of poor communication, many people in the rear were unaware that these people had already chosen to surrender.

They greeted them warmly upon seeing them.

Before they could even finish their greetings, these smiling people were shot to pieces by terrorists.

As the number of terrorists increased, their advance accelerated.

From 8 a.m. to lunchtime, in just four hours, they occupied most of the area east of the Hors River and the Tigris River. The remaining southeastern part, being a newly developed industrial area, had many factories located there.

The people who run factories here have money, power, and guns.

These people have caused more trouble than the government forces.

But it's just a bit of trouble.

Because after annexing a small portion of the 4th Brigade's infantry and the main force of the 5th Brigade, the ISI terrorists acquired sufficient heavy firepower; where rifle bullets couldn't penetrate, 82mm mortars could destroy.

A building that an 82mm mortar can't penetrate can be blown up with TNT.

Meanwhile, news from the Baghdad Ministry of Defense arrived at the Mosul Air Base, circled around it, and after a day, returned to Mosul and arrived at the 4th Brigade's base.

But at this moment, everyone in the Fourth Brigade had scattered to the battlefield, leaving nothing but two or three people who stayed behind.

The phone rang forlornly, once, twice, three times.

Until finally stopping.

As night fell once more, a hand picked up the phone and dialed the same number again. Once the call connected, the owner of the hand whispered:

"Hello, my name is Badri!"

(End of this chapter)