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It's finally here!

In the 21st century, the most ostentatious battle fought by America was also the beginning of a slow bloodshed.

At the beginning of the war, relying on a large number of bribed speculators, America invaded Iraq at the fastest speed and completed the occupation.

However, they underestimated the resistance of the locals.

From this year to the next twenty years, the Iraqis have been causing trouble for the Americans, giving them eye drops and increasing their intensity.

Looking at the people in front of him, Lin Yu asked again: "What are you going to do?"

Luan Yuelin put down the teacup, and kept tapping the wall of the glass with his right index finger. He looked at the ripples on the surface of the hot water with his eyes blankly, and said helplessly:

"We can't leave, what else can we do?"

Listening to his faint voice, Lin Yu squinted and asked in a low voice: "Then you can't let me leave, right?"

As soon as this came out, Luan Yuelin raised his head and squinted and asked: "Aren't you already left?"

"That's fake news, that's slander, it's just international friends purchasing supplies, that's none of my business." Lin Yu denied it again and again, and then it was something like it's not easy to come from afar, let's go have a meal first, and then talk about it.

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On the other side, the international friend mentioned by Lin Yu spent more than half a month from China to Iran, and then from Iran by land, and Jialim finally returned home.

He went home with the goods in the container.

After a short rest, Jialim directed the workers to unload the goods without stopping.

There are too many things. In order to prevent others from taking them all at once, all these things must be stored separately, with a little in each place. Even if one arsenal is found, there are other arsenals.

Relying on these weapons, effective resistance can still be achieved.

"There are grooves at the bottom of the wooden box. You can put it in the groove. The height of each stack cannot exceed three boxes! Remember it."

He was loudly instructing the workers, and another gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Why can't it exceed three boxes? Jialim?"

"Because it's not easy to take the shells when there are more than three boxes." Jialim answered, slowly turning his body sideways and looking at the old man with a cane behind him.

With a smug smile on his face, he then asked the old man, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"Take a look at the things you bought and see if you were cheated." Bamul pointed at the box with his cane and said with satisfaction:

"Now it seems that you have met a very good friend who did not cheat you and made you a lot of money."

"To be honest, I never thought that 15 million US dollars could buy so much equipment."

"Hurry up and get two, find a place for me to play with!"

Seeing his grandfather's impatient look, Jialim took out a rocket launcher and three rockets from the box, followed his grandfather, and walked to the back of the village.

Years of war have given these Iraqi tribes a lot of weapons.

After loading the bullets according to the standard operating manual, Jialim put the rocket launcher on his grandfather's shoulder and whispered, "This is a personnel-killing bullet, yes, click here."

The trigger was pulled, the rocket was fired, and the huge recoil knocked the old man carrying the rocket launcher to the ground.

Fortunately, the rocket had been fired. Although it was slightly backward, the direction was correct.

The rocket flew slightly off the target and hit the second floor of the target house. With a bang, countless smoke and dust gushed out from the second floor of the room.

The entire room on the second floor was submerged in the shock wave and flames formed by the explosion.

Looking at the movement coming from the house, the old man used the launch tube as a crutch, slowly climbed up from the ground, and looked at the launch tube in his hand with lingering fear.

Muttered to himself: "This thing is better than AK!"

Just as he was about to fire the second round, the second son Ross appeared behind them and whispered: "Dad, the eldest brother is back, let's go quickly, it's urgent."

Hearing this, the old man didn't care about continuing to play with the rocket launcher, and turned around and walked towards the village.

Because the eldest son was employed in the 38th Infantry Division and his official position was the head of the regiment, he returned at this critical moment, and there must be something big.

Back to the villa, the living room was crowded with people. These were the family elites and the most trustworthy people.

On the sofa in the middle, sat a middle-aged man who looked very heroic. Just sitting there, he made people feel safe.

It was Kalim's father, Azizi Bamul Alamud.

Seeing the closest people, Azizi stood up quickly, helped his father sit down, and said quickly:

"I'll make it short."

"A few days ago, there was a big fight in Khomeini Port. You should have heard about it. Iran said it was us."

"Later, two American battle plans appeared on the Internet in England for the Americans to attack us."

"This battle plan appeared for a short time, but it was still seen by someone with ulterior motives."

"Our president naturally received the news, but he didn't care, and he said internally that this was fake news, fake news released by Americans to hit morale."

"He didn't care!"

The last three words made everyone present gasp. This...

What can you say?

Can you just pretend you don't know about this?

For something like this, even if we think it's fake news, we should at least be prepared. After all, there are so many troops stationed on the border, and raising the alert is just a matter of words.

But they never expected that the president would just pretend not to know!

Never mind!

"So... are you coming back?" Looking at his father's frown, Jalim asked. The president doesn't care and has little to do with his old father.

Facing the eyes of his son and others, Azzi explained: "You need to stock up on supplies and equipment as soon as possible to prepare for the next war."

After listening to his father's words, Jalim nodded, then shook his head and said:

"We are doing this, but father, you should not come back at this juncture."

"What do you mean?" Aziz looked at his son's frown, slowly realized something was wrong, and asked in surprise.

"Why?" Listening to his brother and nephew's questions and answers, Ross became even more confused.

Looking at his uncle's big confused eyes, Jalim explained: "I suspect that this news can be spread on a large scale. From the beginning to the end, it was the president's instruction, and the purpose was to find some people."

"So dad, the right thing for you to do now is to take some funds and go back quickly."

After a moment of thought, Aziz nodded and said, "Okay!"

"By the way, father, I have asked for leave for Jalim. The reason is that you are about to die of illness, so he came back."

"You'd better pretend during this period."

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South of Kirkuk, Baghdad.

In the office of the Director of the Iraqi Security Service, a piece of intelligence was placed in front of Director Hoffman Colin Agare. He weighed it with his hands. It was a lot.

I have to stay up late and work overtime again today.

He picked up the intelligence to study, and the subordinate across the desk also began to tell the ins and outs of the intelligence.

"At first, we thought the intelligence was leaked in England and France, at least in Europe."

"But our people wandered around there and found nothing. At this time, our informant in Khomeini Port provided intelligence."

"It was said that there was a chaotic battle at Khomeini Port, and then there was a car that started from Khomeini Port and finally crossed the Shatt al-Arab River and entered Basra."

"My gut tells me that maybe this is the key point."

"So we set off from Europe and returned to Basra. After careful investigation, we found out the whole story."

"About ten days ago, a Russian arrived at Khomeini Port and contacted our people in Basra."

"He said he had a piece of information and asked for $50 million, or the equivalent in gold."

"The people in Basra first stabilized him and then obtained intelligence. It was America's battle plan against us."

"Originally, this information should have reached us, but everyone in our security bureau in Basra is a traitor."

"Then, the news got into the hands of the Americans. They got the news at noon and sent out the Delta Commandos at night to prepare for a sneak attack on the Russian who was selling intelligence."

"But these people didn't expect that the Iranians and Russians had also received the intelligence, or that they were pursuing the intelligence in the first place."

"According to the informant, three pieces of intelligence, one is in the hands of the Iranians, one is in the hands of the Russians, and the last one was snatched away by the Americans."

"In the end, this American, with the battle plan of America attacking us, passed by our territory, borrowed our people, and escaped safely."

During his explanation, Hoffman also finished reading the information. He held his hands on both sides, paused a few times on the table holding the information, arranged the file papers neatly, and then spoke:

"You go down first!"

Hearing that the director asked him to go down, his subordinates felt it was incredible. He became anxious and screamed: "Director! If that information is true..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his director's right index finger raised up and put it to his mouth:

"Shhh! If we think that information is false, I won't let you investigate it yourself."

"We told the outside world that it was fake news, but it was actually a trance formation. The main purpose was to distinguish those who were loyal to the president, who were outsiders, and who were traitors."

"After you go down, all you need to do is strengthen the intelligence network to prevent spies from causing trouble."

"War is inevitable, and what we have to do is to reduce losses as much as possible."

"This is what intelligence work is about, get down here!"

After sending this subordinate away, Hoffman picked up the phone on the table and called another subordinate.

And what this subordinate sent was a list.

"Director, just as you guessed, after the news was released, many people took action."

"Some of the people marked in white at the front went home to contact their families to make preparations, while others sent their family members abroad."

"The last people marked in black are people who secretly contact other countries."

The list is long and there are photos at the end of the list.

After looking at all the photos, Hoffman picked up a pen and added a few people on the white list to the black list.

Then, he put the pen on his neck and scratched it gently. When the subordinate opposite him saw his boss's action, he understood instantly.

With a little thought, he turned around and left with the modified white list.

After stretching, Hoffman was about to get off work and go home to rest, when the door was knocked open again.

"Director Hoffman, something big has happened." Amidst the screams, the person in charge of North American intelligence rushed into the room and said with bared teeth:

"Americans held a march in New York to accuse the United Nations of using large-scale chemical weapons and supporting terrorists in killing innocent civilians."

"And the commander-in-chief of the American garrison in Kuwait is the evidence provider for this accusation! And the soldiers under their command are the witnesses!"