The brief encounter ended quickly. From the time Yu Yang and others received the distress signal, rushed to the battlefield, called for support, bombed and then retreated to the Iraqis, it only took about ten minutes in total, and the intensity of the ten minutes was not the same.
It was a small battle, but it destroyed a large area of ​​residential areas.
When the gunfire ended and the battle started, the Iraqi people who had fled everywhere emerged again. Looking at the bombed ruins of their homes, they began to cry. The US military began to retreat in an orderly manner, taking away the wounded and prisoners, and left behind
Some logistics soldiers cleaning the battlefield, as well as the debris on the ground and the homeless people, it's hard for the people to prosper and the people to die, so it's perfect to use it here.
"Don't you care about these people?" Yu Yang pointed at the confused Iraqis outside the room and looked at John.
In fact, Yu Yang felt that the fierce resistance in Iraq in the later period had a lot to do with the Americans' "don't care" handling model. Before doing things, you and I would talk to each other and use all kinds of sweet words to coax the Iraqis into crowding around and preaching that the Americans were coming.
It's like the savior has arrived.
The Americans came, but after they were satisfied and achieved their goal, they picked up their pants and threw out a few pictures of George Washington and were about to leave. The originally negotiated price was Franklin, but after it became Washington,
The Iraqi people finally became angry and began to drag the Americans into the abyss.
John smiled: "We will discuss these things after the war is over. Now is a war period. We are soldiers, born for destruction, not for construction. Let the aftermath be left to the congressmen. All we have to do is to do it as soon as possible."
To end this war!"
After hearing this, Yu Yang shook his head and said nothing. Since the beginning of the war, the Americans have not taken the Iraqis seriously at all. The results so far have proved that their arrogance is correct. However, the Americans did not expect that in the future, they would step down.
Following in the footsteps of Afghanistan, the red bear was dragged into the quagmire of war by a country that seemed powerless to fight back.
Five minutes later, the convoy returned to the military camp. However, compared to yesterday, the military camp was much emptier today. After all, there was one less battalion of troops, so it looked a bit empty.
After Yu Yang said something to John, he returned to his room, put the AWM and M4 aside, lay on the bed, let himself go, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes blankly. Although the battle just now was not fierce, Yu Yang
I feel like I need a rest, at least I don't want to go out and fight today.
Now Yu Yang suddenly understood a sentence, killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand people is a hero. When he killed the first person, he felt guilty in his heart. It was the same in Mogadishu and Stalingrad, but now he kills people.
At that time, there was no reaction. Instead, he was very excited. He did not feel the struggle or guilt of shooting wounded soldiers and prisoners in the basement of Stalingrad at all.
"I have no choice but to survive. There is no right or wrong in war. I can only blame you for being my enemy!" Yu Yang said softly, then slowly closed his eyes and fell into sleep.
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This time, Yu Yang slept peacefully. There were no nightmares, no enemies, and no sudden wake-ups. When he opened his eyes again, it was already night.
The US troops withdrew and followed the Iraqi people to the ruins, as well as the hosts who had fled the city after being disarmed. The big movement just now was enough to attract their attention, causing them to sneak away from all directions.
A white man walked slowly on the edge of the ruins with his head lowered, his eyes scanning the Iraqis on both sides of the street from time to time. All his attention was focused on the pile of Iraqi corpses piled up not far away.
Next to it, there were weapons. The Americans looked down upon the weapons used by the Iraqis, and the battlefield was very poorly cleaned.
Many guns were thrown aside casually, numbering at least one to two hundred guns of various models, and were placed on the edge like garbage by the US military's logistics troops cleaning the battlefield.
From time to time, Iraqi children secretly took out one or two weapons from the edge and ran away quickly. These American logistics soldiers did not stop them. As long as these people did not point their guns at them, they did not care at all where the garbage ended up.
Somewhere, no one does statistics at all.
After seeing this scene, the white man rubbed his hands, dug into his pocket and took out a Franklin card, and waved to an Iraqi child not far away who was playing in the mud.
"Here, here you go, bring a weapon over here!" After the Iraqi child saw the dollar, he immediately ran over. The white man did not speak Iraqi, so he had to use his hands and feet to gesture. The child clicked in confusion.
He nodded, put Franklin away, then trotted to the weapons pile, picked up a 56 and flashed it at the white man, indicating that this was the weapon?
The white man wanted to burrow his head into the ground. After secretly looking around to make sure no one noticed him, he nodded and motioned to take another one next to him. The Iraqi child nodded, held a handful of 56s and rushed with a handful.
The AK47 ran to the white man with some difficulty, threw it casually on the ground, and continued to play in the mud.
After getting the weapon, the white man rubbed his hands excitedly, took the gun in his hand, and was about to leave, but he immediately realized something was wrong.
There was something wrong with the weight of this weapon. I couldn't help but frown. I removed the magazine and found that it was empty. All the bullets in the magazine had been emptied by the American logistics soldiers, leaving only some fire sticks.
"Damn it!" The white man cursed angrily and wanted to throw away the weapon in his hand, but after thinking about it, he finally held back. He stood up and walked back immediately. It was better to have a fire stick on him than not at all.
At least I can feel a little bit safe in my heart.
But as soon as he walked into a small alley, he saw a Japanese pointing a gun at him. This Japanese he had seen before was the same Japanese who spent a long time analyzing possible possibilities in the military camp yesterday.
"Put down your weapon, I think we can have a good talk!" Okamoto Sakata pointed a small pistol at the head of a white man. Although he kept a smile on his face, he did feel a little uneasy in his heart.
His pistol was also out of bullets. Not long ago, he killed three fleeing Iraqis with his small pistol and used up all the bullets.
The Iraqi companion thought that the American soldiers were chasing him, so he did not dare to fight back. He just removed the weapons from his companion's body and immediately ran for his life. Therefore, Okamoto Sakata only had an unloaded pistol and three AK47 ammunition in his hands.
Box, if this white man pulls the trigger on him now, he will definitely be finished now, without any room for resistance.
The white man didn't know that Okamoto Sakata's pistol had no bullets, just like Okamoto Sakata didn't know that his weapon had no bullets. The two sides were in a stalemate. In the end, the white man couldn't hold on anymore and threw the AK47 and Goliuchi in his hands on the ground.
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"Very good, throw your AK over. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Now let's talk about cooperation. After all, our biggest enemy is the guy in the US military camp. Unless he dies, we will
No one can complete the task!"
PS: This chapter is dedicated to Xiao Lei Duo.
PS: I recommend this book, "Technology Invades the World of Cultivation". I read it for a while, although it is a bit poisonous, but it is quite funny. You can take a look.
