Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 165 Awakening of Insects
Zafield Samir's assault reconnaissance platoon had penetrated deep into the Galilee Plains, and the fog grew thicker the further they went.

They had indeed suffered casualties, but they had not been given orders to retreat. So, after leaving a few soldiers to guard their wounded comrades, the rest of them continued forward.

"I've never seen such thick fog in my life. If I got out of the car, it would definitely be above my ankles!"

Corporal Walid complained as he drove, "This fog is making it impossible for us to find our way!"

"Come on, even without fog you wouldn't be able to find your way. You're terrible with directions."

Zafield patted the corporal's helmet and then asked Bet, the local guide sitting in the passenger seat, "Are we almost at the kibbutz or Ngev?"

“We should be south of Ngef now, closer to Aden.” Beth held up a finger. “Also, I must correct you on one point: in Hebrew, a kibbutz means farm, not a village.”

“Okay.” Zafield indicated that he knew nothing about Hebrew and would be lucky to remember two words.

At that moment, Corporal Walid, who was driving, saw a row of shadows across the road and shouted, "I think I see a forest! No, it's bushes!"

“These are avocado trees. This is Aden,” Bate said. “Come closer. There should be farms around here.”

Zafield gave a gesture, and several armored vehicles immediately slowed down, then the engines were shut off, and a dozen soldiers jumped out of the vehicles.

Zafield looked around and noticed that the area was hilly and had many bunkers, making it ideal for cover.

Corporal Walid leaned closer to the avocado tree, casually picked a fruit, and put it in his mouth to bite into. He couldn't bite it, and said with some surprise, "I never knew that this kind of fruit could be grown on our land!"

"There are apple trees here!" another soldier exclaimed in surprise from a short distance away.

“Only this area can grow it,” Bate touched the leaves covered with soft yellow hairs. “Here you can get plenty of sunlight, water, and soil. You can grow whatever you want to eat.”

"Then you must have been eating this since you were little?" Corporal Walid asked with obvious envy.

Beth glanced at him: "When the United Kingdom divided the land of Arafat, it gave the most fertile and habitable land to the Zionians. What we got were either mountainous or sandy soil. The only land that could grow crops, West Galilee, was taken away by the Zionians."

Corporal Walid remained silent for a moment, then finally cursed, "Those damned thieves!"

Just then, a soft rustling sound came from the side, and everyone immediately tensed up. Zafield was the first to aim in the direction of the sound, shouting, "Who's there?!"

Corporal Walid raised his gun and whispered, "Zafield! What did you see?"

Zafield slowly lowered the gun he was holding.

"Zafield?!"

"I think I saw a child."

Did he see you?

I think so.

"Oh, damn it."

Everyone's mood suddenly turned sour.

The presence of a child often means that there are adults nearby, and the presence of adults means that they may pull out a gun to resist or even call for backup.

"Speaking of which, do we still need to talk about basic morality with the Zionists? Are they armed? Or are they women and children?" Corporal Walid asked, frowning.

“I don’t think so.” Zafield raised the gun again: “I’m just not sure if that kid was Zion. Their bloodlines are too mixed. Some look like Europeans, and some look similar to us.”

The group continued forward and soon they saw a white-roofed house connected to a barn.

Zafield switched to a submachine gun and signaled Corporal Walid to lead his men to circle around from behind.

So the two groups separated.

Zafield took a deep breath, held up his Ingram MAC-10 submachine gun, signaled the rest of the team to spread out and keep watch, and then slowly approached the main door of the white-roofed farmhouse.

He knew the other person had guessed they would approach, so he called out in Arabic, "Is anyone there?"

He did this to determine the approximate location of the other party.

To his surprise, the response was in Arabic. A man from inside the house asked, "Who's outside?"

The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

“We are soldiers passing by,” Zafield said, his gun still pointed in the direction of the voice. “Come out and speak, let us see you.”

“Okay, please don’t shoot,” the man replied.

Then, a rustling sound came, and a middle-aged couple and a pale-faced boy of about seven or eight years old slowly emerged from the shadows of the inner room. "Just the three of you?" Zafield scanned them.

“It’s just the three of us, officer.” The man bowed and scraped.

Their skin was dark, and their faces bore many Arafat features. Coupled with their fluent Arabic, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Are you thirsty? We have some freshly squeezed apple juice here, it's very good." The man slowly turned around and walked towards a cabinet in the corner.

“Stop!” Zafield suddenly said. “Let your child say something. In Arabic, tell him his name.”

“My name is Abu Dhabi.” The fear in the boy’s eyes didn’t seem feigned.

The man seemed relieved and continued to reach for the cabinet door.

"I told you to stop!"

Zafield raised his voice a few decibels, but it was too late.

The man suddenly turned around, and what he was holding in his hand was not a pottery jar at all, but a short and powerful Uzi submachine gun!
However, Zafield reacted even faster. The moment the other man turned around and raised his gun, his MAC-10 was already roaring!

“Da da da da da—!”

With an extremely high rate of fire, almost half a magazine of bullets was sprayed out in an instant. A cloud of blood burst from the man's chest, and before he could even fire his gun, he fell heavily backward.

"Ah—!" The woman let out a shrill scream, but the soldier next to her had already fired his gun. After a few short bursts, the woman fell into a pool of blood.

Zafield abruptly turned his gun towards the boy named Abu Dhabi, whose face was splattered with his parents' blood.

I'm sorry to have you see this.

To everyone's surprise, the boy pulled out a dark, unsightly object from behind his back. Because it looked so out of place, Zafield initially thought he had pulled out a prickly pear.

He didn't see until he saw the boy pry open the safety clip with his fingers.

Zafield's pupils suddenly contracted.

The gun in his hand went off instantly, tearing the boy's shirt to shreds. Then, he kicked the grenade that had fallen to the ground away!

one second.

two seconds.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out in the distance, the shockwave even causing dust to fall from the eaves.

Just then, Corporal Walid led his men in through the back door and witnessed the smoke and dust from the explosion and the horrific scene.

"They can actually speak Arabic!"

Walid looked at the couple's bodies and the traces of the explosion outside, and felt a chill run down his spine.

The soldiers quickly searched the house and soon found a hidden military radio under the bed in the inner room, as well as several documents written in Hebrew and a spare Uzi submachine gun's ammunition in the drawer.

"Lieutenant, they must have called for backup!" a soldier shouted.

Zafield walked to the window, parted the curtains slightly, and looked outside.

In the distance, the morning sun was struggling to pierce the thick fog, while on the hillside on the horizon, blurry yet massive outlines were gradually becoming clear—these were main battle tanks, lined up in an attack formation, slowly pressing down the hillside. Judging by their size, it was at least an armored company!

"Everyone! Retreat! Get back to the vehicles immediately! Quickly!" Zafield roared.

They rushed out of the farmhouse, sprinting at top speed, crouching low, using the trees in the avocado grove and apple orchard as cover.

Fortunately, the Zionians did not discover them immediately.

The assault reconnaissance platoon scrambled back to the M113 armored vehicle and crawled inside.

The driver reversed abruptly before the cabin door was fully closed, and then turned the vehicle around.

"Drive! Top speed! Turn back!"

Zafield picked up the radio: "This is the assault platoon! We have encountered the main enemy armored force in the Aden region! Repeat, we have encountered an enemy armored company-sized column! Coordinates approximately 34.989, 31.364!"

Disengagement in progress! Disengagement in progress!

(End of this chapter)