the world is at stake

Habshi was so frightened that he closed his eyes and could only wait to die.

Hassan yelled, "No, no, don't do that. Let me do it." He reached out and patted Habshi on the head again, "Don't be nervous, kid. Look at me, my name is Hassan, same as you Arab.

You want to go home to Paris, don't you?No problem, I can help you.

Does your mother know you're in Baghdad?Do you want to say a few words to her?Tell me your home phone number.We have a satellite phone and can call directly. Hassan quickly winked at the scout, who immediately called the front-line intelligence officer, and sure enough, he brought a satellite phone.

Habshi looked at the black and hardened satellite phone and cried even louder.He reported a series of phone numbers, and the intelligence officer quickly dialed the key.

After more than ten seconds of satellite transfer, an anxious female voice appeared on the battlefield in Baghdad across thousands of miles from Paris.When the sound of 'Hello' sounded, Habshi cried out loudly 'Mom'.

The woman on the phone shouted 'Habshi' in surprise and joy.Hassan immediately hung up the phone, his warm face turned cold, and he asked with a straight face, "Tell me about the pontoon."

Habshi couldn't control it anymore, and cried and said: "The pontoon bridge is on the bank of the river, it sinks under the water when it is not in use, and it is pulled up with a winch when it is in use, but it does not come out of the water.

We seem to be walking on the surface of the water and running across the river.When people pass through, the pontoon will sink to the bottom of the water again.

Our captain said so.It is very simple and easy to repair even if it is damaged.And it's always underwater, and IR night vision can't see it. "

The pontoon is actually underwater!

Only then did the surrounding Israelis suddenly realize why they always cut off the aid channels of the Iraqi 'jihadists' from the east city to the west city.

I also understand why the Iraqis have to release strong electromagnetic pulses from time to time. This is to temporarily disable the detection equipment of the Israeli army and keep the pontoon bridge as secret as possible.

"Tell me the exact location of the floating bridge." Hassan continued to ask.

"I don't remember," Habshi begged, crying.The scout behind him pinched his shoulders and stared viciously with a dagger in his hand.

Hassan shook his head and held up the satellite phone in his hand.

"If you want to return to Paris to see your mother alive, you have to recover your memory. Otherwise, no one here knows who your mother is? And no one cares who your mother is?

Your mother wouldn't know where and why you died?She would just think about it day and night, be sad and sad, until one day she would die in depression. "

Habshi cried even worse.

At that moment, the LED light that provided the lighting for the field ambulance station snapped and went out.The military doctors and medical soldiers in the ambulance station were not surprised, and waited for about half a minute before taking out spare parts and replacing them.

Hassan exchanged glances with several scouts and battlefield intelligence officers, and said in a low voice, "Another strong electromagnetic pulse. The Iraqis are preparing to cross the river, and their pontoon bridge is being pulled up."

The intelligence officer hurriedly asked around, and confirmed that the drones performing missions on the battlefield could not work normally, not to mention the vicinity of the river bank, or the entire city temporarily lost their ability to monitor.

Hassan grabbed Habshi's shoulder and yelled fiercely, "If you still want to live, take us to find the pontoon bridge to cross the river. Otherwise, I will kill you now."

Meanwhile, on the banks of the river less than a kilometer away from Habshi.An 'emergency mobile team' is preparing to cross the bridge.

The winch of the pontoon bridge was destroyed in the previous Israeli shelling, and maintenance workers are reinstalling one to prepare to pull the pontoon bridge out of the water.

Behind the ruins of a building near the pontoon bridge, veterans from Afghanistan leaned their 'Mosin Nagant' against the collapsed low wall, spread a clean blanket on the ground, and performed the 'Isha' religiously.

The veteran had a hunch that God was calling him.This is his last 'Isha ceremony' and must be extra solemn.

Chapter 43 The Arrival of Hell

Since the Tigris River divides Baghdad into east and west parts, this is of great convenience to the defending Iraqi side.Even if the Israeli army occupied the west city, its tanks and other equipment could not directly drive to the east city.

To provide personnel and supplies to the West City defenders, the dozens of underwater pontoon bridges laid out in advance are blood vessels.Every time it is used, it is pulled up by the winch on the river bank.

The winch is easily damaged by artillery fire, which often delays time.This is the case with the Afghan veteran's team, which took ten minutes to install the new winch.

"Let's go, cross the river." Also led by an Iraqi military officer, a team of more than [-] people waded across the river and ran towards the west city.

The current of the Tigris River is gentle, and the deck of the pontoon bridge is about ten centimeters underwater.When the team passed, it was like floating on water, rushing towards the ruins of the burning city in the splashing water.

Because of these hard-to-find underwater pontoons, the occupation of the West City by the Israeli army has repeatedly occurred.They have achieved great results, and established a system to eliminate thousands of resisters, but they just couldn't win a decisive victory.

Saddam refused to surrender, he just wanted to spend it to the end.

The 'emergency mobile team' of more than thirty people are all armed personnel with considerable combat experience.They walked forward and backward in unison, moving fast on the bridge.

Seeing that the team was about to set foot on the west bank, two bursts of flames suddenly exploded on the hidden bridge piles on the bank—they were two preset 'broad sword' anti-personnel mines, arranged at an angle of 120 degrees, and exploded with a fan of [-] degrees. Open thousands of steel balls.

The preset landmines were like two crossed sickles, killing all the dozen or so leading personnel crossing the river at once.Immediately afterwards, several bright muzzle flames exploded in the shadow of the river bank, and dense rain of bullets whizzed out.

The team crossing the river was unsuspecting, huddled on the bridge deck with nowhere to hide, and fell down like a massacre, blood staining the river red.Even the men operating the winches on the east bank were attacked by mortar fire, receiving dozens of shells in succession.

The whole attack was fast and urgent, the time was short, and the firepower was extremely strong.

In just one or two minutes, more than thirty corpses floated up and down, drifting away with the current.The survivors on the east bank realized that the pontoon bridge was exposed, and used pre-buried explosives to completely blow up the winch and bridge piles before evacuating.

When the river calmed down, Hassan held up his night vision goggles to confirm that there was no possibility of crossing the river, which was quite regrettable.He patted Habshi beside him, and teased: "Thank you, kid. Maybe you are the turning point of this war."

Destroying a pontoon bridge is tantamount to cutting off the connection between an area of ​​Baghdad's west city and the east city, and the resistance forces can no longer obtain supplies of personnel and supplies.

The 'jihadists' fighting in the ruins did not receive support, and the heavy firepower of the Iraqi army in the East City could not receive target instructions.

Knowing the existence of the underwater pontoon bridge, the Israeli army will naturally make targeted strikes. It is only a matter of time before the entire West City falls.After that, they encircled the eastern city and occupied the entire Iraqi capital.

Habshi leaned softly behind the buildings on the bank, not daring to look at the dead bodies on the floating bridge.He kept crying, which caused the Israeli soldiers to be extremely contemptuous.

Hassan taunted a few words and immediately led the team away—the Iraqi army would also retaliate with artillery fire, so they had to withdraw.

Just as he was retreating, an Israeli scout pushed Habshi, who shrank his neck, and asked, "Sir, what should I do with this kid?"

Hassan asked his subordinates to send Habshi to the psychological warfare unit in Hebrew, and then he could play a role in persuading the surrender or shaking the morale of the 'jihadists'.

He switched to Arabic again and said with a sneer: "Boy, keep using your brain and think about what else you can do? Now you are a traitor, and you can only survive if you let us win."

Habshi nodded like a chicken, pitiful and hateful.

Israeli soldiers jeered, and a scout grabbed Habshi by the neck and pushed him to the rear.He was pushed and shoved deeply.

The cleared ruins of the city gradually calmed down. Occasionally, when encountering the rumbling 'Mekava 3W' or 'Achizarit' infantry fighting vehicles, Habshi, who was identified as a traitor and a coward, trembled all over.

Heavy tanks function as mobile fortresses in urban combat.

In particular, Baghdad does not have too many high-rise buildings, and the defenders lack a condescending strike position. If you want to deal with tanks, you have to pile up human lives.

When the 3-ton Merkava [-] passed by, the ground shook.

Habshi was too scared to approach.The escorted Israeli scouts even kicked him from time to time, mocking this Arab 'jihadist' in Hebrew.

But when he passed a deserted intersection, Habshi heard a gunshot behind him, and a stream of warm liquid splashed into his neck.He shrank his head in fright, turned around and looked again, only to see that the head of the Israeli soldier who kicked him was smashed and his body fell down.

A wet Afghan veteran came out of the darkness with a broken gun in his hand, his eyes piercing.Habshi was frightened out of his wits and fell to the ground.

The veteran recognized Habshi, looked around vigilantly, stepped forward and pulled him up, and asked in a low voice:

"Son, have you been captured? Don't be afraid, being captured is a common occurrence on the battlefield. As long as you grab your weapon and continue fighting, being captured is no big deal."

The gunshots alarmed the surrounding Israeli troops, and the old and the young ran towards the ruins.Habshi was frightened and asked in a low voice, "Why are you covered in water?"

"I was ambushed just after crossing the pontoon bridge, so I had no choice but to jump into the river and pretend to be dead." The veteran smiled wryly, and then asked, "Where is Said who is with you?"

"Dead, destroyed by artillery fire."

"What about the rest of the team with you?"

"Some couldn't be reached and disappeared. Others died too."

The veteran saw that Habshi was shaking like a sieve with his hands empty, so he could only pat him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too sad, this is all arranged by Allah."

Habshi asked pitifully again: "Should we continue to fight?"

"Of course." The Afghan veteran smiled, "This is a jihad, and it must be carried on to the end. Just like when we fought the Soviets back then, we either win or die."

Habshi trembled even more.He wanted to flee, to flee this hopeless war, to flee back to the Israelites.When the veteran asked him where there were enemies, he decided to lure the veteran to Hassan's side.

Meanwhile, a military transport plane flew from Moscow to the northern Iranian city of Tabriz.Kajia got down from the cabin, met and shook hands with An Yougeun, the head of North Korea's aid to Iraq.

Behind Katya, several Russian men with guns and two technicians guarded a square metal box.An Yougen, with bloodshot eyes, tilted his head and asked in Russian, "Is the special cargo that President Zhou mentioned?"

"Yes." Kajia gave up her seat with a smile, indicating that An Yougen could inspect the goods.

But An Yougen only glanced at it, and motioned for several North Korean military workers behind him to come forward to receive the goods.

Katya asked, "When will you do it?"

"Now."

"Just tonight? The situation in Baghdad is so bad? Don't you still have a large number of jihadists supporting you?"

"The casualties are too heavy, and morale is hard to maintain. The backbone of the grassroots who have the courage to lead the team to fight against the Jews is rapidly depleting. Once this group dies, it will be a Taliban-style rout."

Katya pursed her lips, sighed with a light smile, "Okay, it sounds pretty bad. My delivery task has been completed, and I wish you all good luck."

The Russian personnel handed over the metal box, and then took off on a transport plane to leave.

As for the North Koreans such as An Yougen, they loaded the metal box into an old 'Mi-8' helicopter and took off to the Iran-Iraq border.

During the whole process, the Iranians pretended not to see it and stayed out of it.

The 'Mi-8' approached the Iraqi border after flying for an hour.Restricted by the no-fly zone between the United Kingdom and the United States, An Yougen could only land and change trucks, sneaking into Iraq.

In the mountainous area close to Saddam's hometown of Tikrit, the tin box brought by Katya was transported to a hidden cave.Hundreds of North Korean military personnel and a 'Scud' launch vehicle in good condition are waiting in the artificially excavated cave.

An improved 'Scud' missile was placed on the work frame next to the launch vehicle, but the warhead was missing.

Captain An Yougen led the team to the cave, and the tin case was unloaded from the truck compartment.The case opens to reveal a nondescript 'Scud' warhead.

Looking down at his watch, An Yougen ordered: "Assemble it, the last moment is coming. Those greedy Jews should pay the price."

A crane hoisted the warhead from the metal box, and there was a conspicuous line of Russian text on the casing, which should have been written by Katya, who transported the warhead, with lipstick—the equivalent is justice, and this is love from Russia.

There is also a bright red lip print at the end of the text.

An Yougen's eyelids twitched, but it was hard to say to erase this thing.So during the assembly process by the military workers, he also ran over to write in Korean - the great Juche idea will shine in Baghdad!

As these words were written, the North Korean military workers at the scene were in high spirits and their morale doubled.

At the moment in West Baghdad, Afghan veterans led Habshi among the ruins of the city.Where there are many Israeli troops, they will drill there.

The old and the young have no night vision equipment, so they have to prick up their ears to listen.The Israeli micro-drones often fly at an altitude of 50 meters, and the sound of the engine can be heard.

It has been two or three hours since I arrived in Xicheng, and the Afghan veterans have fully demonstrated their rich experience in street fighting.He never stays anywhere, always on the move.

While on the move, the veterans would attack at any time when they found a fighter plane, and leave without hesitation.The pole 'Mosin Nagant' in his hand was like a divine help, and he basically missed every shot within 300 meters.

More than [-] shots were fired, killing and wounding more than a dozen targets.

This is not a quiet and undisturbed shooting range.

With such a stable mentality and extraordinary performance on the chaotic battlefield, Zhou Qingfeng would feel inferior when he came here-this is an old man in his sixties, and his physical strength and energy have long passed his peak.

Habshi was a total liability following the veterans.He deliberately pointed at the road indiscriminately, or misled his words, or even pretended to be tired.These are offset by the vast experience of Afghan veterans.

For misinformation, veterans will correct themselves, and flee quickly before falling into a trap.

In the end, Habshi simply said that he couldn't walk anymore.In order to take care of him, the veteran walked into a half-collapsed mosque and chose a prayer room to rest.

A wall of the prayer room was broken, and the veteran's 'Mosin Nagant' stuck out half of its barrel from behind the wall, aiming outside - not surprisingly, a 'Tiger' heavy armored vehicle came out of the mosque a few minutes later. Bumped in.

The moment the wall collapsed, the veteran heard the rumble of the tracks, ripping Habshi away from the direction of Tigress' impact.But he himself was pinned down by the track and couldn't move on the spot.

"Son, my gun, give me my gun." The veteran's legs were smashed, and the 'Mosin Nagant' who never left his hand also fell to the ground.No matter how he stretched his arms, he was still a few centimeters away from the rifle.

At first, Habshi leaned against the broken wall of the prayer room, his teeth chattering.

After a while, he heard the sound of military boots trampling on gravel outside the mosque, and he immediately yelled loudly: "I am Habhi, and I have already surrendered. I am not with the old man."

The Afghan veteran stopped his hand and looked at the boy in front of him with regretful eyes, "Son, you did something wrong. I gave you a chance, but you are still wrong."

Habshi yelled and cursed loudly.

"I'm not wrong, I just want to go home. I'm supposed to live in Paris, have a bunch of French girlfriends, marry a Muslim girl, have a lot of kids.

I don't need to work at all, the French government will pay me to live well.

I should have been blowing on the air conditioner, eating barbecue, drinking beer, sitting in front of the TV and watching the news, feeling the miserable life of my fellow people in the Middle East.

The best I can do is get an imam to donate some money, praise Saddam Hussein as a great hero, and denounce Israel in front of the camera, just like my dad did.

I should have marched, protested, smashed and looted.I'm fine with talking, not putting my thoughts into action.

And I shouldn't have come to this bloody place to participate in some jihad.I was just bewitched, and I regret it, really regret it.I just want to go home now. "

What Habshi said was hysterical, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

When Hassan, who led the tracking team, walked into the ruins of the prayer room wearing night vision goggles, Habshi even knelt down on his knees, put his head in his hands, lay down on the ground, and shouted: "I surrender, I will not participate in anything." Jihad."

Hassan glanced at the two legs of the Afghan veteran who were being held down, shot and broke the opponent's two arms, and cursed viciously, "Old guy, where did you come from? Your marksmanship is very accurate."

"He is from Afghanistan." Habshi rushed to answer.

The veteran lay on the ground, letting his own blood flow.He only murmured: "All of this is God's arrangement. Allah said that he will turn Baghdad into a hellfire and burn all the invading Jews, then this will definitely happen.

I feel sorry for the boy, it's not easy coming to Baghdad from Paris.Before I die, I am willing to give him a chance to correct.But if he makes mistakes again and again, he will also be burned to death in Hell.