As night falls, the day of war finally passed.

The orange-yellow sunlight gradually disappeared from the earth like a receding tide. A new moon hung on the sky early. The cold wind in late autumn swept around with large grains of sand and dust all over the sky.

On the road of civil war where there is no end, staggering and experiencing a whole day of artillery fire and smoke, located in the small town of Sharkat in northern Iraq, less than 30 kilometers north of the exchange of fire, the soldiers and civilians who had been busy for a day were rushing to rest and rest.

Looking around the city, the dusty and windy urban roads were basically closed early, and only a few pedestrians walked quickly by the roadside; the New Party soldiers who set up checkpoints on duty at the intersection carried the AK74 rifle on their shoulders and wrapped their faces with dust-filled headscarves, only showing a pair of vigilant eyes, paying attention to any abnormal movements in every corner of the city in the cold night wind.

At the moment when the battle became more and more intense and the enemy was approaching the city, the small Sharkat Fort, which was not large in scale, was a military center on which the Iraqi New Party regime relied to protect Mosul, and the air was filled with a strong atmosphere of tension.

If you prick up your ears and listen carefully, the faint explosions mixed with the whizzing wind are still coming from the south. It is the position of the front-line troops. At this time, they may be bombarded by armed artillery from the Liberal Party, and perhaps some more terrifying bomb air strikes.

The war had already burned to the doorstep, and was frightened by the rumbling sound of cannons and the roar of fighter planes. The civilians of Sharkat Fort closed their doors and windows, turned off the lights, and survived the long and cold night in their low and simple residence.

Lived in this city for a long time. These poor residents now have to be the same as those of the civilians of Tikrit and Bahiji in the southern territory. They are anxiously waiting for the large-scale attack of the Liberal army and the likely military occupation. Although they have lived a hard life under the rule of the Baghdad regime. However, now seeing the army approaching and the city is broken, many people are beginning to miss the "good life of the old era", fantasizing that if Saddam Hussein was still alive and Iraq would still be the same unified sovereign state, maybe things would not have become like this, and their situation would probably not have been so bad.

Although this idea is a complete illusion, it has to be said that it still represents the mentality of a considerable number of people.

The so-called ordinary people who are "a plate of loose sand" will become more fragile when disasters come; many people often start to find comfort in their memories after trying to escape failure, and use illusory memories like soap to numb themselves, and by the way, they can also find a reason to be relieved for all these sufferings.

"It's all their fault, if it was then..."

Driven by this negative emotion, some people hiding in the dark houses, are still continuing their long-lasting complaints, or discussing when the Liberal Party will attack the city, bringing them "real peace and order".

The daydreams of ordinary people are always easy to become absurd; however, unlike the civilians who are tired and depressed day by day, and even complain a lot, just as the fire of civil war is getting stronger and stronger and the Liberal army is approaching, a large number of strong willed people are still working hard in their positions, for themselves, for this new regime, and for the future of Iraq, a disaster-stricken country.

In recent days, it has been attacked by the Liberal ground forces, and was once rushed to the suburbs of the city by its opponents. The positions of the new party troops near the Fort Sharkater have changed hands many times. The originally flat and open ground has been scarred by shells and bombs, and it is in a mess. Under this harsh situation, an air base located in the southern suburbs of Fort Sharkater is naturally not spared and it is impossible to continue to be used. A squadron of Nata Independence Fighter that was originally stationed in this small base has moved to the northern suburbs of the city and settled in the hasty simple runway and the "barracks" set up with tarpaulin.

As a Nata, who grew up in the war but also suffered setbacks, its military organization is different from the air power of ordinary countries, or it is a temporary move under war situations: the air force stationed in Fort Sharkater is the third squadron of the New Party Air Force ifg (independent_fighter_g meat, independent fighter brigade). This is equipped with more than a dozen combat sequences of su-27sk, su-27ubk and su-27skm twin-engine heavy fighter jets. The official number is 3rd_ihfs (independent_heavy_fighter_squadron, independent heavy fighter jet squadron).

"The Third Independent Heavy Fighter Squadron" sounds like a bluff, but in fact it is purely redundant.

Because now, the nearly 100 fighter jets equipped with Nata have been scattered, and only this "third squadron" is equipped with twin-engine heavy aircraft. The other 1st and 2nd_ihfs that only exist on paper probably refer to the air force organization before the Iraqi Civil War. In fact, the aircraft of those squadrons are all G-29, which is not considered a heavy fighter jet.

Regarding these situations of "3rd_ihfs", Long Yun, who had just arrived in Sharkat Fort that day and settled in a simple base, naturally heard of it from his partner he had just met but had known for a long time.

At noon on that day, a convoy of trucks carrying supplies headed westward, intending to head to Kirkuk, an important eastern town controlled by the New Party, but encountered a crazy air strike by Liberal fighter jets in an unknown village. As soon as he entered the war zone, he encountered a fierce battle. Although Long Yun was lucky enough to use PKM to deal with a "jaguar", he was deeply shocked by the tragic scene on the battlefield, and was also very tired because of the loss of strength after the fierce battle.

So in the afternoon of that day, he left the battlefield and sat in the "Warrior" off-road vehicle and continued to walk west along the highway. He didn't talk much along the way, and later he took a nap in his seat even more drowsy.

Half asleep and half awake, Long Yun occasionally looked out of the car window. The yellowish-toned suburban scene was so monotonous. Sometimes he curiously looked at the vehicles passing by on the road, the dusty military trucks, and the t-72s tanks with a skirt. Long Yun only felt that he had fallen into the desert all of a sudden, and it was like a mouse that accidentally slipped into the Su Cang, staring at the boundless Huang Chengcheng Xiaomi in front of him.

Once one of the four ancient civilizations in the world, the Middle East, which has the splendid Two Rivers civilization, has become like this now...

In the village, he encountered a barbaric air raid and saw the hellish scene on earth. Suddenly, he developed a hint of disgust with the war. Long Yun's current thoughts seemed particularly boundless.

Sitting in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, he first remembered the western expedition of the Mongol Empire in history. The barbarians on horseback swept across the Middle East again and again, burned and killed and looted everywhere, and even captured Baghdad in 1258, resulting in the extinction of the Mesopotamian Basin and the rapid desertification of the desertification; then he remembered the Timur Empire that rose like a gust of wind. This lame tyrant who advocated force commanded the army to attack from all sides, but suddenly died suddenly when preparing to attack the east; the Ottoman land that came from behind

The Empire of the Arctic, holding the crescent flag, shattered the cross of the Eastern Roman Empire, and occupied its capital Constantinople until today. Finally, it was a series of tragedies and comedy in modern history. The Israelites who were sent to disrupt the situation by the British Empire and the oil that suddenly entered the sight of mankind, completely turned this land located at the hub of the three continents and its strategic location into a huge arena of struggle. From then on, the Middle East has no more peaceful life except for the surging war and tensions.

He didn't know more about history, and Long Yun's grievances about the Middle East were actually not very clear. After a while of emotion, he still remembered a sentence, "Oil is black gold." How correct should this sentence be summarized, but how cruel it is.

Is black oil flowing gold or thick blood?

Whether it is a financial oligarch who is rich enough to rival a country or a refugee who is living in war, it all depends on the identity and position of the speaker.

On the land where the war was ravaged, the roads were naturally not easy to walk. From the eastern suburbs of Kirkuk to the temporary air force base in Fort Schalkat, a straight-line distance of more than 100 kilometers, the "Warrior" off-road vehicle with a rushing engine took more than four hours.

Thinking about it silently all the way, Long Yun stopped at the side of the field airport under the dusk sky. He jumped out of the car and said goodbye to Lieutenant Basier and others. Then he followed the sound and looked at the two Su-27 fighter jets that were heading up to the runway in the distance. He heard the familiar roar of the Al-31 series engine, and his mood improved a lot. He began to seriously consider the secret mission he came to this time.

Participating in the Middle East Civil War personally is not a terrible thing for him, a veteran in the parallel world. Although the war is not happy, the only way to complete the task is to fight against the trend in this turbulent vortex.
Chapter completed!