Chapter 807: Desert Storm

But those M Country soldiers were not grateful at all—how could they have known that among those who ambushed them, there were actually "their own people" hidden.

The soldiers guarding the convoy were all battle-hardened, and their reactions were terrifyingly fast.

They quickly set up the Heavy Machine Guns, and with both machine guns firing simultaneously, bullets swept across like pouring water.

Lasimu, Omar, and the others missed the best opportunity and suddenly fell into a passive position.

Using the machine gun cover, the M Country soldiers nimbly unloaded two M224 Mortars from the vehicle.

"Boom!"

The first shell landed beside Lasimu, and shrapnel tore directly through his thigh.

He screamed in pain, and while rolling, he roared: "Change positions quickly! Take out their firing point for me!"

On a sand dune in the distance, He Yuzhu watched all of this with cold eyes.

He did not move.

—It had been agreed that this time was for those six people to practice, and in principle, he would not intervene. Command had also been handed over to Lasimu.

"Boom! Boom!"

The second and third shells exploded one after another, sending dust flying on the sand dune.

If it weren't for Lasimu and the others running fast, they would have been blown to the sky long ago.

Lasimu was truly risking his life this time.

His closest comrade-in-arms had died right before his eyes; his eyes turned completely red, and almost every shot he fired hit its mark.

Yet, the enemy still used the artillery fire as cover and pressed forward step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not right, He Yuzhu could no longer sit still. He picked up his sniper rifle.

The sand dune where he was hiding had never fired a shot, and the enemy had no idea that a person was still crouching there.

This blind spot, instead, became the death warrant for the M Country soldiers.

When the enemy rushed near the sand dune where Lasimu and the others were, their backs were completely exposed to He Yuzhu.

What was there to be polite about then?

One shot, one kill.

Four machine gunners, six artillerymen; ten shots, ten lives.

Once the heavy weapons went silent, the enemy's arrogance immediately withered.

Coupled with the fact that Lasimu's side also began to output steadily, the M Country soldiers started to fall one after another.

The battle lasted for another ten minutes or so, and it was exceptionally brutal.

Lasimu's side was basically wiped out—except for him and Nasser, the other four were all dead.

He Yuzhu had no choice; relying on his own speed, he directly snatched a Heavy Machine Gun and fired wildly at the enemy.

There was no cover in the desert, and a large swath of M Country soldiers fell instantly.

Seeing that victory was hopeless, those M Country soldiers decisively turned around and ran.

Watching them run, He Yuzhu did not pursue. He knew that the enemy's air support would arrive soon.

He carried the wounded Lasimu on his back and retreated quickly.

Halfway there, they heard helicopters circling overhead, and the three of them hurriedly found a place to hide.

They trekked for two full days before returning to the camp.

He Yuzhu pretended to ask Sadake for instructions, and then heavily rewarded Lasimu and Nasser with a large sum of money.

Immediately after, he recommended the two of them into the Core Combat Group personally led by Sadake.

From that day on, He Yuzhu's "coach" identity was completely gone.

He changed back to the face he had always shown to the outside world.

Sadake repeatedly persuaded him to change the name he had been using, "Ali," to "Hasan," and the other brother would be called "Ali." Sadake said this was the best way to protect him.

He Yuzhu had no choice but to comply.

However, Sadake never felt at ease about putting two spies into the core team.

He found He Yuzhu, who had already changed his name to Hasan, and said with a frown: "Brother Ali—no, Brother Hasan, those two, Lasimu and the other, are two poisonous snakes. You insist on stuffing them into the core team; what if they turn against us one day?"

He Yuzhu patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Brother Sadake, with me here, nothing will go wrong. I have it under control. Besides, they risked their lives to get in, how could they turn against us immediately? There has to be a process."

Sadake felt slightly more at ease then.

He Yuzhu added: "I don't intend to keep them forever either. Once they've been used, when it's time to kill them, I won't be soft-hearted."

"By the way, instructions have come from above." Sadake lowered his voice, "We can't stay in this place; we must relocate immediately."

"Relocating so many people, isn't the target too big? Where are we going?"

"Bahrain; there is a secret base there, very safe. Don't worry, you are now a favorite of the higher-ups, they won't let you take risks."

"Fine, I'll follow your arrangements." He Yuzhu nodded readily.

For the next period of time, Sadake broke the team into smaller units and infiltrated Bahrain in batches.

They arrived just in time for the New Year—the New Year of 1991.

But for the following month, they did not receive any new missions.

The high-level officials of Babylon were busy breaking into smaller units and hiding, and had no time to deal with them.

Because M Country had finally made up its mind to launch an air strike on Babylon.

He Yuzhu's team had long since scared the M Country soldiers so much that they dared not stay in the bases in the Arab Region for long—getting hit every few days was something no one could stand.

Even the four aircraft carriers that had rushed over were hovering far away on the high seas, not daring to approach the coast at all.

With no action taken, and the camp's location being remote, Lasimu and Nasser were as anxious as ants on a hot pan in the camp.

Ever since they infiltrated this mercenary group, they had not been in contact with their superiors again.

One day, after the combat training ended, Nasser found Lasimu and asked in a low voice: "What exactly are we going to do?"

Lasimu did not answer, but instead asked thoughtfully: "Do you think... our former instructor is more formidable, or is that person called Ali more formidable?"

Nasser did not pick up on his words, but countered: "Did you notice that 'Hasan' who cooks for everyone? The more I look at him, the more he seems like our instructor; that build is just too similar."

A chill ran down Lasimu's back: "Now that you mention it, I remember too. I had that feeling the first time I saw him. And I also noticed that the other members seem quite respectful toward him. I couldn't figure it out at the time—how could a cook who manages food and drink be the core of this team?"

Nasser lowered his voice: "Is it possible... that the instructor is that 'Hasan'? And that the one called Ali is actually a fake?"

Lasimu nodded: "That is a possibility."

Nasser gritted his teeth: "If that's really the case, have they been suspicious of us for a long time? Are they playing us for fools?"

Lasimu shook his head: "I don't believe it. I think it's possible our rank isn't high enough; some truths can only be known at a certain level. It isn't necessarily aimed at us."

Days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it was mid-January 1991.

As for He Yuzhu, he still hadn't received any new missions.

In this lifetime, with He Yuzhu's interference, M Country had lost two Carrier Strike Groups, plus several important military bases, and even tens of thousands of soldiers had died.

For M Country, this was simply a supreme humiliation, and the hardliners had completely gained the upper hand.

They felt—this war, no matter what, had to be fought.

Four Carrier Strike Groups were already fully in position, waiting only for the President's order.

Time reached early February.

The air strikes began.

The four aircraft carriers simultaneously entered a wartime state. F-14 and F/A-18 carrier-based aircraft rapidly took to the skies, swooping toward military fortresses, air defense positions, and port facilities in southern Babylon.

In an instant, smoke and fire rose everywhere within Babylon.

Multiple Radar stations in Baghdad were destroyed, and the majority of the air defense Radar network was paralyzed. Ammunition depots, Military Camp, and fighter jet tarmacs were all covered by air strikes.

The Boom— Boom— sounds of explosions continued day and night.