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Chapter 65: Intensive Preparations! (Second Update!)
Once an action has a goal, the next thing to do is to figure out how to achieve that goal.

Sadr stood up straight, staring at Khalid, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "What should we do?"

"Or, how can we maximize our goals?"

He asked the question in a soft and polite voice.

After asking, he looked at Khalid eagerly, hoping that this knowledgeable elder could give him more guidance and explanations so that he could smoothly take over power from his father and become the head of the Sadr family.

Khalid understood very well what little Sadr was thinking. After all, the struggle for the crown prince had always been like this.

He was assigned to work under Sadr Jr., which also meant assisting Sadr Jr. The stronger Sadr Jr.'s ability, the greater the chance that he would be chosen by Sadr and become his successor.

When little Sadr becomes the leader, he will truly be the one who has the final say in the organization.

Instead of marking directly on the map, he took out a piece of white paper from the table next to him, spread it on the map, then took a pen and began to write and draw on the white paper.

Write and explain:
"We have now determined our targets. We have confirmed that we will take action against those scattered outposts."

"Then we need to confirm the attack range."

As he spoke, the pen moved across the white paper, writing a few names on it.

Ramadi.

Fallujah.

Baghdad.

Mahmudiya.

Aziziye.

Karbala.

Najaf.

Sheila.

Hashemiyah.

Diwaniyah.

After a few names were listed, Khalid drew a line under a few more:
"This is the actual range of your people's activities."

"In these areas, besides our own people, there are other forces, such as those pigs in the Badr Organization, the Awakening Committee, and the Justice League."

His finger then fell on the place names with underlines.

"These cities are more suitable. After launching the attack, we can shift the blame to others."

When he heard that the blame was going to be passed on to others, little Sadr suddenly became anxious.

The meaning of this sentence undoubtedly told him that once the attack was successful, they would need to give this supreme honor to others, and he could only hide in a dark corner and watch others take away the honor.

This is unacceptable to him.

What kind of international joke are you kidding?
If I can't get this honor, what's the point of all my hard work?

Crazy?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Even his face, which was covered by a big beard, slowly turned red at this moment, becoming like a tomato.

Khalid saw all of his conditions, especially the red face, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He patted the white paper in front of him lightly and said helplessly:

"Don't think of this as an honor. If our attack succeeds, we will surely face crazy retaliation from NATO, led by America."

"If you think we can withstand the retaliation head-on, then that's fine."

"If not, then we have to find a way to give this honor to someone else."

"Even though the CIA can find out it was us, if someone claims it before us, the Americans will definitely kill them for the sake of face."

"Even if someone comes to attack us, it won't be the main force."

"If we operate well, we can even use the Americans to get rid of some of the guys who don't have good relations with us. By then, our territory can actually be expanded."

These explanations reminded little Sadr of some distant memories.

He still remembers that when the Iraq War just ended, many rebel groups stood up and clearly opposed Americans and began to attack frantically.

Then they were hit hard by the Americans.

Those shells and missiles seemed to be free.

And those people have no humanity at all.

Thinking of this, little Sadr fell silent, but soon a smile appeared on his face again.

Khalid is right. If we can get rid of some opponents, what's the harm in giving up that little bit of honor?
After figuring this out, the smile on his face grew wider. He placed his hands on the table, looked at Khalid with a smile, and waited for Khalid to continue explaining.

On the opposite side, Khalid took in little Sadr's expression. Seeing that he was silent and then turned silence into a smile, Khalid felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

After all, no one wants to assist a pig.

He lowered his head and pointed at the cities whose names he had just written down. He then withdrew his hand and wrote a few numbers below the names.

9.

1.

300.

"According to the intelligence we have, there are a total of nine outposts in these cities. Aside from Hilla, the other eight outposts are each stationed with a standard mechanized infantry company, each with approximately 150 men."

"Their daily job is to patrol along fixed routes."

"Today is the 15th. The day after tomorrow, the 18th, Mohammed will arrive with the equipment."

"1000 electric pressure cookers, five cannons, and 100 rounds of artillery shells."

"My deployment is to divide 1000 electric pressure cookers into eight equal parts and use them to attack the outposts in Karbala, Najaf, Diwaniyah, and Hassimiyah."

"They'll mainly use roadside bombs. If they can be detonated close to the outpost, that would be even better."

"And those five guns!"

Khalid's voice suddenly rose, and he tapped his fingers north of Hillah, a city southeast of Karbala.

"On Christmas Eve, five guns, 100 rounds, 20 minutes, we'll completely destroy this outpost. Let's show the Americans what it means to bombard the land with artillery fire."

"After the fight, we'll just run away."

"Hide!"

"As long as we don't make any noise and don't let anyone notice us, no one will pay attention to us."

Speaking of artillery fire, Khalid's face became particularly red at this moment, and even little Sadr saw steam rising above his head.

His eyes moved away from Khalid's face and fell on the map. He stared at the location marked on the map for a while, and little Sadr's face began to turn red, which was a sign that the blood was rushing wildly in his veins due to excitement.

Hillah, with Baghdad to the north, Karbala to the west, and Najaf and Diwaniyah to the south, is a major transportation hub in central and western Iraq.

As it was a major transportation route, the outpost set up by the Americans was naturally strengthened.

There are two reinforced mechanized infantry companies stationed there, with a total of about 300 people. Two companies mean about 600 people in total.

Add to that some logistical support and family members, and the number of people will be no less.

Killing 600 American soldiers in one go was a feat that was not achieved even in the Iraq War.

If you can do it, how cool it would be!
"Let's do as you say!" Little Sadr slapped his thigh and agreed to Khalid's plan. He also pulled out a piece of white paper from under the table, took a pen, and started planning next to him.

Muhammad arrived in Baghdad with his equipment, and to disperse it to these places, he needed to deploy some manpower.

In addition, he also needs to arrange people who have mastered the modification skills to transport explosives to these places and modify the equipment brought back by Muhammad.

Time is very tight.

But it’s better to hurry up, as time is short. Even if the CIA gets the news from some special channels, it will take time for them to confirm it.

By the time they confirmed the news, those things had already exploded.

(End of this chapter)