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Under the setting sun, Cassel lay on the windowsill, looking at the buildings in the distance through the gap in the curtains.

In the buildings, there were a large number of people moving around.

Looking at these people, coldness slowly emerged in his eyes.

Just then, a strange sound appeared in his ears, a whistling sound.

It was the whistling sound of some object that cut through the sky.

He quickly raised his head and searched the sky. Soon, facing the direction of the setting sun, he finally saw what he wanted to see.

Missile.

The missile came with the setting sun on its back, and it was covered with golden light, just like the whip made of gold in Muhammad's hand.

Behind the whip, there were 6 uniquely shaped aircraft, which were like a huge equilateral triangle, with its wings spread out to cover the sky.

The missile hit the ground first, blasting smoke and dust in the target area. In the smoke and dust of these explosions, a large number of armed personnel appeared.

At the same time, around the explosion point, anti-aircraft machine guns spewed bullets into the sky, and tracer bullets pulled out hundreds of golden threads in the sky at dusk.

In the last B2 bomber, the pilot saw the scene below through the high-power lens, pressed the communicator, and said loudly: "This is the No. 6 plane of Team C, we... We seem to have really bombed that dregs of the world."

"I can't say for sure, but the ruins below are full of troops, densely packed like ants."

"Anyway, it should be a big fish."

…………

Qatar forward command.

Knowing that the bombing hit an important target, a group of people were stunned.

After a short stunned moment, they verified the authenticity of the incident. For this purpose, they mobilized a number of spies hidden in Iraq.

And these spies were also very powerful. In less than half an hour, they sent back intelligence.

[Dead! ]

Looking at the brief intelligence in his hand, Dana felt very incredible, and even felt like he was in a dream.

The purpose of sending leaflets is to conduct psychological warfare and divide the Iraqis.

Adding information about the coordinates of the attack on the flyers is actually to take advantage of these people's suspicion and help them attack dissidents.

Don't think that the phone calls are so popular now. When the time comes, you only need to organize an event to easily publicize the information of these callers.

At that time, these callers can only cut themselves off from other Iraqis.

However, I never expected that someone actually provided the location of that scumbag president.

This...

After a brief stagnation, Dena regained his sanity. He quickly came to the sand table, raised his hand and pointed at the city south of Baghdad, and ordered loudly:

"The bombers of Diego Garcia Air Force Base will set off immediately."

"Samlet Air Force Base, B52 takes off with leaflets, B1B takes off with bombs, and B2 alternates bombing."

"Marine Division 1, England 7th Armored Brigade, attack, occupy Basra, control the oil fields, and protect the sea landing!"

"Marine Expeditionary Division 1, raid Nasiriyah, cut off Highway 8, and prevent the enemy in Basra from retreating."

"101 Airborne Division, blitz Karbala, cut off the retreat route of the Najaf army."

"Force all these people to the area between the two rivers, and then, all the bombers will go out and bomb until tomorrow morning."

"Also, contact Israel and tell them that this war is over. If they really have no place to vent their anger, go to Palestine, don't come here to embarrass themselves."

Instructions arrived at the front line one by one, and the ground troops began to move slowly.

Umms Ghair, located on the border between Kuwait and Iraq, is located in the lower reaches of the Mesopotamian River. A few dozen kilometers northwest of it, the Euphrates and Tigris rivers have converged to form a new river.

The name is the Shatt al-Arab River.

The Shatt al-Arab River passes through Basra, splits into several streams, and flows into the sea.

And this city is located at such an estuary.

The 51st Mechanized Infantry Division is defending here.

On the southern border defense position, several tanks are hidden in the ruins, with their muzzles facing south. As long as the enemy appears, they can deal a heavy blow to the enemy.

In the ruins not far from these tanks, there are several infantry squads hidden. Their role here is to cooperate with the tanks to attack the enemy.

However, for a day, they have not suffered physical attacks here, but only physiological attacks.

The enemy on the opposite side has been holding a loudspeaker and shouting there, asking them to surrender, to abandon darkness and to join the light, and to go to the world of democracy and freedom.

Even though it was late at night, the loudspeaker on the other side still showed no signs of stopping and was still roaring.

Veteran Aris lay on the ground, hugged his body with his hands, arched his body into the ruins, chose a suitable position to lie down, and then gently warned the recruits around him: "The American Army doesn't like to fight at night. They prefer to use missiles and bombers at night. Go to bed early and get up early tomorrow. Maybe the war will start tomorrow."

"Also, don't smoke!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the ruins. After a while, a slight snoring sound came.

Seeing this, the other recruits also wrapped their clothes tightly and fell asleep slowly in the ruins. The night at the estuary was a little damp and a little cold.

It was not so easy to sleep.

While sleeping, a noisy sound came, and the soldiers lying on the ground opened their eyes and pointed their guns to the south.

In their sight.

There were countless lights coming from the southern Kuwait area. They were... tanks and armored vehicles. The tank cluster launched a charge.

Along with the roar, there were countless sounds of artillery fire. One shell after another hit the side, making people unable to raise their heads.

The tank commander of the Iraqi army was extremely angry that the Americans took the lead. He waved his hand:

"Tanks! Fight back!"

With his orders one after another, the tanks drove out of the ruins, cooperated with the infantry on the ground, and began to move forward, aiming at the tanks and armored vehicles in the distance, and fired crazily.

As the tanks here just moved, the sky also heard the roar of bombers. Almost at the same time, the bombers had arrived above their heads.

Under the guidance of lasers, countless bombs were dropped by bombers, directly destroying the forward tank phalanx, leaving only a small part to escape and survive.

In the American army, the commander of the front line couldn't help but twitch his face when he saw the Iraqis' action. He put down the telescope, picked up the communicator and began to report:

"This is the 1st Mechanized Brigade of the 1st Marine Division. We have repelled the Ums Ghar area. The Iraqi tanks are now preparing to enter the city."

"These Iraqis will never learn from their mistakes. Last time, their tanks and armored forces were hammered by our armed helicopters. This time they dared to charge in groups. It really made me laugh to death. Over."

After reporting, the commander retreated into the tank, waved his hand, and the tank group around him began to run wildly towards the front.

And further north, Basra.

After receiving the information of the battle from the southern border, the army of Basra also quickly entered the position and waited for the next enemy.

However, they did not wait for the enemy or the bombing, but for a new wave of leaflets.

In the night, the bombers seemed to be afraid that others would not know that they were coming. They hung a headlight, which was particularly obvious in the dark night sky.

Appearing in the sky above Basra with a swagger, he opened the bomb bay and dropped countless leaflets.

On the defensive position, looking at the leaflets fluttering in the wind, an officer who was squatting in the toilet grabbed one and wanted to wipe his butt, but just by doing so, he saw the words on it.

[Dear Iraqi friends, hello, according to reliable information, your president is dead.

So, the war is over.

As the people of this country, you should think about ordinary people, lay down your weapons, and reduce the war. ]

Seeing this news, the officer wiped his butt quickly and flew to the other leaflets.

When the other leaflets arrived in his hands, he already had a number in his mind.

Because the content on the other leaflets was different from the leaflets he had just received.

[Dear Iraqi friends, hello, your president has abandoned you and is ready to flee abroad.

The war is over. Please think about your people, lay down your weapons, and rebuild a harmonious, free and democratic Iraq with our help. 】

The officer grabbed the leaflets, tore them into pieces with a little force, and then threw them into the sky, shouting to the soldiers around him: "They are all fake. We must defend our positions, our country, and our people."

Hearing his words, the soldiers boosted their confidence again and pointed their guns at the south.

However, unlike the lower-level ones, the top leaders of the Sixth Armored Division all sat together with sad faces at this moment, looking at each other with extremely ugly faces.

After a long time, the commander of the armored division spoke: "According to the news from Baghdad, the president was bombed and died."

"At the same time, America has launched a full-scale general offensive, and Nasiriyah has also been attacked."

"Now, we need to consider what we should do next."

"Should we follow the previous policy and break up into pieces, or should we disband on the spot? Now we need everyone to come up with a plan."

When he finished speaking, the answer to him was the silence of others.

The main equipment of the armored division is various trucks, armored vehicles, and tanks. With these equipment, everyone can strike the enemy.

But there is a prerequisite for using these equipment, that is, a stable logistics.

If the president dies, it is almost certain that Baghdad will be in chaos and logistics cannot be guaranteed.

Once the supplies are used up, the Sixth Armored Division will exist in name only and will only be left with an empty shell.

After a long silence, one of them raised his hand and said, "While we still have some equipment, I suggest fighting a battle, which is worthy of this skin, and then we will break up and disappear."

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

As the consent sounded one after another, the Sixth Armored Division entered a state of full combat readiness, ready for the last charge.

…………

In Kirkuk, Kalim looked at the planes flying overhead and the leaflets on the ground, picked up a few and read them very seriously.

While reading, a faint laugh came from his mouth. After more than half an hour, he collected all the leaflets on the ground neatly.

I walked home happily.

When I got back to the villa, I found that it was already full of people, a group of people with pale faces.

Seeing him, the Theban family said, "We just got the news that the president is gone. It's over!"