We are all reborn, who wants to be the richest man?

Khafji, originally a small border town in the oil kingdom, has now become a strategic point.

Because this is the only way for the coalition forces to reach the south of Shadam on the Saudi coastal highway, and it is also the only way for the south to enter the oil kingdom, it is a strategic location.

By occupying this place, we can drag the coalition forces into ground combat. The oil kingdom is full of oil wells, and it is impossible to bombard it like we did to Shadamu.

At the beginning, Hussein thought he could fight against the coalition forces because he underestimated this point. At that time, the United Nations resolution was to expel the army of the oil kingdom of Shadam. If he wanted to start a war in the oil kingdom, he had to fight on the ground.

You should know that Iran has 5800 combat tanks, 700 combat aircraft, 800 missiles and countless ammunition, and is known as the fourth most powerful military country.

But he underestimated the ruthlessness of the United States, which directly bypassed the Oil Kingdom and attacked his homeland, forcing him to withdraw.

Now Shadamu has nothing left to bomb and has hidden himself in the air-raid shelter. If we want to make him retreat from the Oil Kingdom, we can only send troops to the ground.

In a deserted and dilapidated house in Hefji, several people were plotting. The leader was none other than Captain Jim of the Ace Team, who was considered by the outside world to be the stupid big wood.

"We have received intelligence that Shadamu's feint attack troops are creating the illusion of attacking the coalition outposts in the north. The 5th Motorcycle Brigade is driving straight here. Our mission is to cooperate and capture as many coalition personnel as possible alive."

"It's really a lot of trouble. If you ask me, wouldn't it be easier for us to just occupy Khafji first and then launch a surprise attack? It can also reduce their casualties."

"Raf, control your temper. The Battle of Khafji is crucial. Whether we can drag the coalition forces into the quagmire depends on us. We must create more time for our brothers in other places."

If the two sides were evenly matched in a battle, there would be nothing wrong with Rafe's suggestion.

The coalition forces had only eight observation posts around Khafji, each with four teams plus a lieutenant captain and a deputy captain, totaling 26 people.

In the town of Khafji, the enemy only left one observation post, and the others were all outside Khafji. There were not enough people for Jim's four teams of 100 people to fill the gap.

"Kalemi, what's the situation at Post No. 1 recently?"

"Situation? Does peace and prosperity count?" Kalemi sneered.

“In fact, Shadamu is now under bombing, and everyone thinks that the enemy will be like rats and dare not come out of their holes. The entire First Outpost just eats, drinks and has fun in the camp every day, except for the women.

I think it's not just the first outpost, it's probably the same for other outposts outside the town."

It is normal to be lax. The extravagance and laxity of the U.S. military has a long history. But who would have thought that there was a team of a hundred people hidden in this small town?

After lurking for more than a year, they did more than just do business, they also made a lot of preparations.

For example, a very deep tunnel that can avoid thermal imaging, a large amount of weapons and equipment, a large amount of food and water, etc.

From the beginning of the battle, all the people of Khafji fled. After the American people came in and searched but found nothing, they relaxed their vigilance.

Little did they know that the situation had since reversed and these soldiers had become the prey shown in the thermal imaging.

The second generation thermal imaging technology is not only used and owned by you in the United States. There is a company in Hong Kong with related technology that is no worse than yours. That is HKS Security, which became famous in the Mexico earthquake.

"Let me tell you the details. We are going to take over the entire town of Khafji tonight, and then set a trap for our friends outside."

After everyone laughed, Kalemi took out a map of the building structure, which turned out to be the location of the first outpost.

"The first outpost is located in a three-story building. The first floor is where supplies, weapons and ammunition are stored, and there is also an entertainment room."

"Rec room?"

"Oh, that's where the soldiers played blackjack.

They have nothing to do every day now. Except for the signalman on duty and the two captains and deputy captains, almost everyone is having fun here.

The second floor is used as their kitchen and accommodation. The captain and deputy captain's offices and the operations room are on the east side of the third floor. The one on the west side is the communications room, which is used to maintain communication with the outside world.

Originally, there were two people on duty in their communication room, but now it has become one person, and the captain and deputy captain are not necessarily in the office, and most of the time they are on the first floor."

"God is really helping me. Even God can't stand these American soldiers."

Looking at the map, Jim thought for a moment and began to lay out the plan.

"We started the operation at 8 pm. If it was too late, some people might return to their rooms, and the dispersion of people would be detrimental to our control.

The first team will guard the main roads on the east and north sides of the town to prevent anyone from entering the town during the operation. The second team will be responsible for the periphery and will not let anyone escape.

Raf, your men are responsible for the first floor. After the situation is under control, leave half of them to guard it, and the rest go to the second floor to assist.

Kalemi, you are more familiar with the terrain, you are responsible for the second and third floors.

The third floor is very important. As for the rooms on the second floor, if someone from the other side notices a problem inside, do not force a solution. Control the situation and wait for reinforcements.

Remember, don't shoot if you can avoid it, and all guns should be equipped with silencers."

"Got it," the four team leaders answered at the same time.

……

As night fell, the first outpost was bustling with people and brightly lit.

In the buildings adjacent to the outpost, human figures were moving against the backdrop of the darkness.

"come".

"Swish" a card was dealt and placed on top of the existing cards.

"It's 15 o'clock, do you want more?"

"Yes, Fergie, there are still six points of space. Don't forget this is Black Jack, not White Jack."

The words said by the person who was cheering on the side made people around burst into laughter because they contrasted so well with Fergie's skin color.

"Shut up, Hasim, you are the worst at playing cards and you are not qualified to teach me."

"Fergie, do you want more or not?" asked a white soldier who was the dealer on the other side of the table, holding the cards in his hand.

"Of course, only a fool wouldn't want that at this time."

The white man dealt another card, and it turned out to be a two of clubs. Now Fergie was confused. Everyone at the table was waiting for him to speak, as there were indeed a lot of chips at stake in this game.

There was silence. Everyone focused their attention on the card, and no one even noticed the person who came into the room.

"Let me decide for him. Ask for another one."

They were so shocked that by the time these American soldiers reacted, they found that there were at least ten guns pointing at them.

"Who are you?" the white man who was the dealer shouted.

"You don't need to remind your companions upstairs, they are being entertained now."

"Bang." As if in response to his words, there was a noise from upstairs, but it was not a gunshot but the sound of something metal falling.

Then, just like the white man who shouted loudly, a loud questioning voice came from upstairs.

"Who are you?"

A minute or two later, the soldiers with their hands and feet bound were pushed down one by one. Kalemi, who was in charge, was still complaining after seeing Raf.

"Is this one of the most powerful armies in the world? They had no vigilance at all. When we broke into the communications room, the people inside were actually sleeping."

"Hey, the most powerful army does not mean the most powerful individual soldier. Besides, I have never served in the United States, so how do I know whether they are strong or not?"

Kalemi nodded and said, "Now I remember that you and they should be mortal enemies."

Although Raf is not a big-haired person, he was a polar bear when he was in the army.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting, the man who had just been pressed down from the building asked again, "Who are you?"

Raf did not answer but turned to look at Kalemie, who smiled and said, "Show some respect to our Lieutenant."

Rafe looked up and down the lieutenant who was wearing a simple ordinary coat and said, "Are you sure? He's not wearing a uniform. How can you be sure that he is the lieutenant captain?"

Kalemi pointed at the ceiling with one hand holding the gun and said, "There's nothing we can do. Our lieutenant actually put a name tag on the door and dared to sleep in just his underwear on the battlefield. I'm already giving him face by asking him to put on some clothes."

Well, no wonder Kalemie complained about these soldiers so much.

Being ignored again, the lieutenant got angry and said, "Who are you? Do you know what will happen to you if you do this?"

"Let me answer your question." Jim's voice came from outside the door, and he walked into the room with footsteps.

"You should know the Fourth Squadron, right?" Seeing the other party's eyes widened, Jim found a chair and sat down.

"I don't know what will become of us, and I don't want to know, but what will become of you depends on your own luck."

There is no need to ask, these American soldiers know what their fate will be, that is, they will be sent to Baghdad.

As for whether to live or die, it all depends on how the superiors communicate. It's really all up to fate.

“No, you are not Arabs.”

The lieutenant reacted at this time and looked at the silly big wooden ace special forces in front of him, which was rumored by the outside world. It was obvious that most of them were black and white.

"Who told you we are Arabs?"

“You are mercenaries, let us go, we can make a deal, we can also take what Shadamu gave you.

You know, Shadamu has a lot of gold, why don't we go rob him together?"

"Idiots." Jim spat. "Do you really think we are the kind of idiots who will do anything for money?"

Jim hooked his fingers, indicating that he didn't want to waste any more time talking to this idiot, which was really an insult to his intelligence.

"Take him away and keep him under guard. We will send him away once the road is open. We have more important things to do next."