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Chapter 70 Fierce! (Second update!)

As night falls, Baghdad International Airport, the American Security Advisory Group is stationed.

Although it is called the Advisory Group Residence, it is actually a military base of America at Baghdad International Airport. However, after the President of America signed the Status of Forces Agreement between America and Iraq, this place became less important and was transformed into the Advisory Group Residence.

In the external communications room at the advisory group's headquarters, the phone suddenly rang. Communicator Ben Brick picked up the phone and casually put it to his ear:

"Hello, this is the external communications room. How can I help you?"

After the standard British-accented English fell, a burst of urgent Arabic came from the phone.

After listening for a while with his head tilted, Ben hung up the phone, shook his head, turned around, leaned back in his chair, and whistled at a blond beauty at the next desk:

"Helena, are there any activities for Christmas? If not, can I have the honor of spending Christmas with you?"

The blonde didn't look up, but kept her head down, busy with the work in her hands.

At this moment, the phone that Ben had just hung up rang again.

Glancing at the number displayed on the phone, Ben frowned and picked up the phone again. He continued to speak to the person on the other end of the phone in his standard British accent:
"Hello, this is the external communications room. How can I help you?"

This time, the language coming from the phone was no longer Arabic, but somewhat awkward English.

"Hello, we are... from the Awakening Committee. We just received intelligence that ISI personnel are leaving from Habbaniyya and are preparing to bomb Baghdad International Airport..."

"Please pay attention..."

The person on the phone spoke awkward English and was out of breath while talking, as if he was running frantically.

Ben on the other end of the phone frowned after hearing the news, but eventually put the phone to his lips and continued in a gentle and elegant British accent:
"Hello, this is the external communications room, not the external intelligence room."

"If you have intelligence, please pass it on to the government forces first, then the government forces will pass it on to the Foreign Intelligence Office, and then the Foreign Intelligence Agency will pass it on to the relevant intelligence officials."

"We don't accept intelligence reports here, thank you."

Ben hung up the phone again. This time, he stood up and sat back on the chair, hugging the back of the chair with both hands, staring at Helena with his eyes:
"Miss Helena, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Helena stopped working, smiled at Ben, and said gently:
"I think it's fine, but maybe I need to add my husband to the mix."

"Hmm..." After pondering for a moment, the blonde beauty raised her eyes and said very seriously:
"You'll also need to prepare some anti-inflammatory and painkillers."

Ben was very flattered by these words. He sat on the chair, rubbing his hands excitedly, lowering his head, and whispered shyly:
"Is it so intense?"

This sentence made Helena's face show a serious look. She nodded slightly and said with a little shyness in her seriousness:
"It's mainly because my husband likes to play with the cannonballs, and I'm afraid you can't stand it."

Just as the voice fell, the phone rang again, and this ringing sound also saved Ben. He grabbed the phone, listened, and cursed at the phone:
"I told you this is the External Communications Room, not the External Intelligence Room. If you have any questions, go to the External Intelligence Room. If that doesn't work, go to the government forces. If those two options don't work, the airport still has security. Go find security."

On the other end of the line, in the parking lot outside the main terminal of Baghdad International Airport, in a Toyota pickup truck that had passed through who knows how many hands, a middle-aged man with obvious Arab appearance was staring at the phone in amazement.

After staring for a while, he hung up the phone and turned to look at the person in the driver's seat next to him:

"How?"

In the driver's seat was a middle-aged man with distinctly Arab features. He was holding a faded pair of binoculars, peering towards the main entrance of Baghdad International Airport.
"If they don't listen, then forget about it."

"Those guys have already gone in. From now on, we'll just have to leave it to fate."

With a long sigh, the middle-aged man put down the binoculars, started the engine, and slowly steered the pickup truck out of the parking lot.

At the main entrance of the international airport, Omar was carrying a backpack, holding his mobile phone in his right hand, his eyes fixed on the watch on his left hand. He paced in front of the door with an anxious look on his face, yelling from time to time. He looked like someone who was busy catching a flight but forgot to take his passport.

However, his eyes would occasionally fall on the security guards at the main entrance.

Since 9/11, airports around the world have added several boarding procedures and strengthened security at their respective airports.

As for the level of these security measures, it can only be described as uneven.

Some security personnel are very responsible, hardworking and crazy.

Some security personnel...

Forget it.

Omar had no idea what the security was like at Baghdad International Airport, as it was his first time there.

He didn't dare to bet whether there were really no bullets in the pistols hanging on those guys' waists.

If he makes a wrong bet, his mission will not be accomplished.

He walked around in circles for a long time, cursing for a long time. When he saw the time on his watch return to zero, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, holding the phone, he walked towards the airport entrance cursing.

Almost at the same time he took action, six young people who were standing outside the entrance and looked like they were on a group tour also picked up their bags and walked into the airport.

Just as they took a few steps, a violent explosion came from the sky.

The explosion seemed to have occurred very far away, and the sound was a little distorted when it reached them.

But the people of Iraq are a generation that grew up in war, and they are very familiar with the sound of explosions.

The next second, several security guards at the entrance blew their whistles and shouted to the people around them to quickly find shelter.

The distorted explosions and the shouts of security personnel woke up those who were catching the night flight completely.

There are bombs around.

Although it is not clear where it is, it is very dangerous.

Fearing for their lives, these people rushed towards the airport entrance like headless flies.

Omar and the six young men also mixed in with the crowd and ran towards the entrance.

As they were about to get closer, the six young men separated, aimed at a security guard, pounced on him, took out the knives in their arms, and stabbed him again and again.

The six security guards were sent directly to meet God without even being able to pull out the guns from their waists.

After dealing with the people at the door, Omar and others revealed their true identities. The bags that had been on their backs were opened at this moment.

Inside were their organization's flags, bombs, and guns.

7 people, divided into two groups.

One group consisted of four people, and the other group consisted of three people. The three-person group went to plant the bomb, and the four-person group rushed into the airport with guns and flags to control the hostages.

Soon, the airport lobby erupted in intense gunfire and cries. On the highway outside the airport, a Toyota pickup truck, which had recently left the parking lot, was parked on the side of the road. The driver, holding a pair of binoculars, quietly gazed towards the airport.

Seeing the crowd fleeing at the airport entrance through the telescope, the Arab man driving the car put down the telescope, picked up the mobile phone on the center console, and pressed the dial button for the only number on it.

When the call was connected, he couldn't wait to say to the other end:
"A few minutes ago, an explosion was heard at the American Advisory Group headquarters behind the airport."

"And then there were gunshots and explosions coming from the main building of the airport."

"We underestimated those guys. They even knew how to use people to distract attention."

The person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time after hearing these words. After several minutes, he uttered three words in a slightly sad tone:

"Go quickly!"

On the other side, in central Iraq, Najaf.

In 661 AD, the first Imam, Ali ibn Abi Talib, cousin and son-in-law of the Prophet Muhammad, was assassinated here and buried here.

Therefore, Najaf has become a holy city in the hearts of Shiite Muslims.

Every year, countless Shiites come here from all over the world for pilgrimage.

In the 20th century, the former Iraqi president suppressed Shiite activities. After the Iraq War in 2003, this place became the core of the Shiite political revival.

The Dawa Party came onto the scene from here.

Then he turned around and forgot about his fellow sufferers from that time.

Therefore, in 2004, with Najaf as the center, Shiites led by the Sadr Movement had a fierce conflict with American soldiers, which is known as the Battle of Najaf in history.

The consequence of the entire war was that the Mahdi Army led by the Sadrist movement withdrew from Najaf, the Americans lifted the siege, and Sadr retained his political influence.

In terms of local jurisdiction, the Imam Ali Mosque, a landmark building in Najaf and a true holy place for Shiites, was taken over by Iraqi police.

This war lasted for more than half a month, and about 13 people from the American side were killed and 130 were injured.

America estimates that they caused more than 300 deaths to the Mahdi Army throughout the war.

In addition, more than 500 civilians were killed and thousands of civilians were forced to flee Najaf due to the fighting.

When setting up the outposts, in order not to stimulate the fragile heart of the Dead Leaf Clan, the Americans only deployed three standard 150-person outposts in Najaf.

These three outposts, like grasshoppers on a rope, are arranged along the highway from north to south.

At 3 a.m., outside Outpost No. 1 in the north of Najaf, four vans that had changed hands several times and didn't even have headlights appeared outside Outpost No. 1, puffing out black smoke.

The actions of these four vans were all seen by the sentries at the outpost.

The sentry didn't hesitate for half a second and immediately pressed the alarm.

The rapid and sharp air defense alarm sounded at this moment. Those who heard the alarm, whether they were playing cards, sleeping, or slacking off, all dropped what they were doing, quickly put on their clothes, picked up their equipment and entered combat status.

After hearing the sentry's report, the outpost chief Carl picked up the phone on the table without hesitation.

After pressing a few times, he realized that the phone line had been cut.

"Quite clever." He sneered in a flat tone, turned around, picked up the satellite phone from the desk on the other side, and started calling the Assad Joint Base directly:

"This is Najaf Outpost One! I repeat, this is Najaf Outpost One!"

"Unidentified armed forces have appeared outside the outpost. No conflict has broken out yet. We need air support."

"Repeat, we need air support."

After confirming that the other party had received his words and sent back a clear message of receipt, Carl put down the satellite phone, patted his butt, loaded the M4A1 bullet in his hand, and walked towards the outpost wall carelessly.

Today he wants to see which blind guys dare to provoke him like this.

He walked up to the wall and with the help of night vision goggles, he saw the vehicles and the people in them in the darkness in the distance at a glance.

Then he made an international friendly hip thrust to the people in the vehicles in the distance.

The next second, four vans started in the darkness, their engines screamed and spewed black smoke from their exhaust ports, and then they rushed towards the wall like crazy.

"Open fire!" The other party took action. Carl no longer had any concerns. He waved his hand and gave the order to shoot.

There was a burst of gunfire on the wall, automatic rifles, machine guns, the bullets swept towards the four cars as if they were free.

The bullets were heavy, like a rainstorm.

But the people driving the car seemed to feel no pain. Even though the bullets had penetrated their bodies and riddled the vehicle with holes, their feet were still firmly on the accelerator.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and the vans were moving very fast. In just over ten seconds, the four vans rushed to the bottom of the wall.

then.

Blasted.

Carl was standing on the wall, and when the van crashed into the bunker, the explosion happened before he could jump off the wall.

He only felt a heat in front of his eyes, and then his eyes lit up, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The same thing happened at Najaf Outpost 2.

The battle situation at Outpost No. 2 was even more fierce than that at Outpost No. 1.

Because the soldier at Outpost No. 2 took a short nap, in the few minutes when he closed his eyes to sleep, five pickup trucks loaded with electric pressure cookers drove directly under the sentry tower.

By the time the sentry discovered it, it was too late.

Everything was ready, and the person hiding in the dark took out the remote control and pressed it lightly.

The bunker that could block the advance of tanks and the wall that could directly withstand rockets disappeared without a trace in an explosion.

Even at night, even without lights, both the attacker and the defender can use the firelight produced by the explosion to clearly see the disappearing section of the wall at the moment of the explosion.

The explosion was successful. Contrary to their usual practice, the Arabs in the dark did not choose to fight the soldiers head-on, but quickly disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)