Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

The Stryker wheeled armored vehicle is the core combat platform of the U.S. Army's fast combat brigades. This vehicle, built by General Motors, is powerful and fast, and was even rated as the latest land warfare weapon in 2002.

In terms of rapid deployment, they are definitely much faster than the M1 tank. At the same time, due to their low fuel consumption, they also have lower requirements for logistical support.

At this moment, Stryker vehicles were moving rapidly through the desert. In one of the armored vehicles, the commander, Mercado, looked at the battalion commander, Melos, with some concern.

"Major, aren't we being a bit too hasty?"

The main force was left behind, especially the powerful M1 tanks. This lightly armed unit was advancing recklessly; what if…?

"We have to hurry. After all, we just received classified information that Iraq is going to move the wealth out of the national treasury. We have to catch up and intercept that wealth! What are we risking our lives for as soldiers?"

Soldiers from different countries have different goals.

Eastern soldiers serve to defend their homeland! Western soldiers, on the other hand, are just doing their job. For Americans, military service is about making money, getting a green card, or venting their frustrations... but definitely not about defending their homeland. After all, defending one's homeland doesn't involve fighting and killing on the territory of other countries.

Now that they have obtained classified information, they immediately gave chase!

"But shouldn't we at least notify the air force? In case we're ambushed..."

"Notify what? If we notify them, everyone will know!" Melos said. "Especially if the helicopter unit finds out, they'll be there faster than us. How much will we get then?"

Upon hearing the words "how much," Mercado instantly became excited: "Major, you mean..."

"If no one knows, that fortune will be divided among us, and everyone will become a millionaire. Of course, I'll need to give a larger share to my superiors to shut them up!"

"Yes!" Mercado exclaimed excitedly, "A millionaire!"

Serving in the US military is similar to being a struggling office worker, and in many ways, it's even worse, because there are too many dark things happening in the military.

For example, the equipment issued by the military was too poor, the bulletproof vests were of poor quality, so American soldiers had to pay for them themselves, since their lives were at stake. Another example is the food, which was probably the worst, as the rations were often embezzled.

In other words, those who come out to fight can still make some money. Now, they can plunder Iraq's national wealth. What a huge sum of money that must be!

Everyone was filled with anticipation.

"Once we take it down, tell everyone to shut their mouths..."

boom!

Just then, an explosion suddenly rang out ahead, and the Stryker armored vehicle at the very front was sent flying into the air.

We were ambushed?

Melos instantly cheered: "Everyone, get out of the car and fight! We've caught up!"

Wow…

The soldiers jumped out of the vehicles and looked for cover nearby, while also looking towards the high sand dunes on both sides, where countless flames spewed out and surrounded them!

In this situation, the best solution is to call for air support. However, once you do, you'll have to add another group of people to share the spoils with them!

Melos gritted his teeth: "Kids, immense wealth is right before our eyes. Defeat these damned guys, and the wealth will be theirs!"

At that moment, the American soldiers unleashed their most powerful combat capabilities! Following the tactical maneuvers they had learned from textbooks, they provided cross cover and continued to advance. When they reached the range of the rifle grenades, they launched their first counterattack.

Boom, boom, boom!

Explosions rang out on the sand dunes!

"rush!"

One by one, the American soldiers charged forward fiercely, like wolves!

The Iraqi soldiers guarding the sand dunes were also elite, and they continued to counterattack, resulting in a very fierce battle between the two sides!

Normally, the Iraqi army would collapse at the slightest contact, but this one clearly has a special mission! Myros became even more convinced of his judgment. Looking at the situation on both sides, he personally led the last force to circle around to the enemy's rear.

Ta-da-da…

When gunfire erupted from behind, the Iraqi army was finally stunned. They lost their last bit of fighting spirit and began to retreat.

"Damn it! Stay here, stay here!" Uday was furious. You can't even beat a mercenary group, how are you going to fight a regular army!

"Your Highness Uday, something's wrong. Their weapons... are American!" Hassan said. "Let's retreat!"

Many military novels depict scenes where, when one's own gun runs out of bullets, one picks up an enemy's weapon and fires. This was quite common during the Anti-Japanese War, since weapons were a mix of different countries. However, during the Cold War, doing so would be suicidal.

Different weapons make different firing sounds. The Soviet AK series rifles make a "rat-a-tat-tat" sound, while the American M16 makes a "tap-tap-tap" sound.

Therefore, you can tell friend from foe just by listening to the sounds. If you pick up the enemy's weapon and start fighting, you'll be riddled with bullets by your own people in the next second!

Hassan sensed something was wrong when the firefight started. Rifle grenades were the Americans’ specialty. Now, hearing the sound of a large number of M16s, he knew something was amiss!

Run, run quickly!

Uday was dumbfounded. Had they dialed the wrong number? An American?

A chill suddenly ran through him. At this moment, he absolutely could not fight the Americans; they were too fierce!

"Wait for me!"

Uday limped as he tried to catch up with his companions when a burst of bullets came flying from behind.

Ta-da-da!

Uday felt a chill run down his back, and from the impact of the bullet, he fell to the ground...

It's over, it's all over! My career hasn't even started, and it's already collapsed like this?

He was clearly a mercenary who intercepted musicians, so how did he become an American? Uday closed his eyes in resentment; his world had already turned into darkness.

Almost simultaneously, a convoy left Baghdad and sped off northeast.

Inside the car, Lockmart looked at Varisi with some suspicion: "Mr. Varisi, we are transporting this wealth to Tikrit, so we should be heading northwest. Have you taken the wrong route?"

"No, if we want to transport this wealth safely, we have to take this route. There are traps to the northwest."

"What trap?"

“The Udays ambushed us on our only route, intending to rob us of our wealth and then falsely accuse us, the musician mercenaries, of losing it.”

What? Lockmart was stunned for a moment: "This... can't be right?"

"Is that so?" Varisi sneered. "You must know what kind of person Uday is, right?"