The short encounter ended very quickly, from Yu Yang and others receiving a distress signal, rushing to the battlefield, calling for support, bombing and then the retreat of the Iraqis, it only took about ten minutes before and after, and the ten minutes of fighting was not high, but a large area of residential areas was destroyed.

When the gunfire ended and the fighting began, the Iraqi people who fled everywhere reappeared, looked at the homes that were bombed into ruins, and began to cry with their heads in their arms, and the US troops began to retreat in an orderly manner, taking away the wounded and prisoners, leaving behind some logistics soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield and wreckage and homeless people.

"Don't you care about these people?" Yu Yang pointed to the confused Iraqi outside the room and looked at John.

In fact, Yu Yang felt that the Iraqi resistance in the later period was very fierce, and it had a lot to do with the Americans' after-the-fact handling mode.

The Americans came, but after they were happy and had achieved their goal, they lifted their pants and threw out a few George Washington casually, and they were about to leave, and the price that was originally negotiated was Franklin, but after it became Washington, the Iraqi people finally became angry and began to drag the Americans into the abyss.

John smiled: "These things will be discussed after the war is over, it is a time of war, we are soldiers, born for destruction, not for construction, the aftermath is still handed over to the group of masters in Congress, what we have to do is to end this war as soon as possible!" ”

Yu Yang shook his head and didn't speak, since the start of the war, the Americans have not taken the Iraqis in their eyes at all, and the results so far have proved that their arrogance is correct, but the Americans did not expect that in the future, they would follow in the footsteps of the red giant bear in Afghanistan and be dragged into the quagmire of war by a country that seems to have no power to fight back.

Five minutes later, the convoy returned to the barracks, but today the barracks were much more empty than yesterday, after all, there was one less battalion of troops, and it looked a little empty.

After Yu Yang and John said a word, he returned to his room, put AM and M4 aside, lay on the bed, and let himself go, looking at the ceiling with blank eyes, although the battle just now was not fierce, Yu Yang felt that he needed to rest, at least he didn't want to go out to fight today.

Now Yu Yang suddenly understood a sentence, killing one is a crime, Tu Wan is a hero, and his heart was full of guilt when he killed the first person, Mogadishu and Stalingrad were all like this, but now when he kills people, he has no reaction, but is very excited, and he does not feel the struggle and guilt of shooting wounded prisoners in the basement of Stalingrad.

"I also want to live, I have no choice, there is no right or wrong in war, I can only blame you for being my enemy!" After Yu Yang said softly, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This time Yu Yang slept peacefully, there were no nightmares, no enemies, and he was not suddenly woken up, and when he opened his eyes again, the time had come to night.

The U.S. troops withdrew, followed by the Iraqi people to the ruins, as well as those hosts who had escaped from the city after being disarmed, and the big movement just now was enough to attract their attention and make them sneak away from all directions.

A white man slowly walked on the edge of the ruins with his head down, his eyes swept over the Iraqis on both sides of the street from time to time, and his attention was all focused on the pile of Iraqi corpses that were piled up not far away, there were weapons, the Americans did not look down on the weapons used by these Iraqis, and the battlefield was very sloppy.

Many guns were thrown aside at random, and there were at least one or two hundred guns of various types, which were placed on the edge like garbage by the logistics troops of the US military cleaning the battlefield.

From time to time, there are Iraqi children who sneak out a weapon or two from the edge of the position, and then quickly run away, these American logistics soldiers did not stop them, as long as these people are not at them, they don't care where the garbage ends up, no one does statistics.

When the white man saw this, he rubbed his hands, dug into his pocket, pulled out a Franklin, and waved at an Iraqi child who was playing with mud not far away.

"This, here you go, where are you going, bring a weapon!" After the Iraqi child saw the dollar, he immediately ran over, the white man did not know Iraqi, so he had to use his hands and feet to gesticulate, the child nodded ignorantly, took Franklin away, and then trotted to the front of the weapon pile, picked up a 56 and lit it up at the white man, indicating that it was this weapon?

The white man was eager to burrow his head into the ground, and after secretly looking around to make sure that no one noticed him, he nodded, and then motioned to take another handful, the Iraqi child nodded, holding a 56 punch and an AK47, and ran to the white man with some difficulty, and after throwing it on the ground at will, he continued to go back to play in the mud.

After getting the weapon, the white man rubbed his hands with some excitement, took the gun in his hand, and was about to leave, but immediately realized that something was wrong.

There was something wrong with the weight of this weapon, and I couldn't help frowning, and when I disassembled the magazine, I found that it was empty, and all the bullets in the magazine were emptied by the American logistics soldiers, leaving only some burning sticks.

"Damn it!" After the white man scolded angrily, he wanted to throw away the weapon in his hand, but after thinking about it, he finally held back, got up and walked back immediately, it is much better to have a burning stick on his body than not to have it, at least he can have a little sense of security in his heart.

However, as soon as he entered a small alley, he saw a Japanese man holding a gun pointed at him, this Japanese he had seen, it was the Japanese who had been in the barracks for a long time yesterday to analyze the possibilities.

"Put your weapons down, I think we can have a good talk!" Okamoto Sakata pointed a small pistol at the head of a white man, although he kept a smile on his face, but there was some apprehension in his heart, the pistol in his hand was out of bullets, and not long ago, he used his small pistol to kill three fleeing Iraqis and used up all the bullets.

The Iraqi companion thought that the American soldiers had chased after him, and did not dare to fight back, but just took off the weapon from the corpse of his companion and fled for his life immediately, so Okamoto Sakata only had a pistol without bullets and three AK47 magazines in his hand, if this white man pulled the trigger on him now, he would definitely be finished now, and there was no room for resistance.

The white man did not know that Okamoto Sakata's pistol had no bullets, just as Okamoto Sakata did not know that his weapon had no bullets, and the two sides froze in place, and finally the white man could not hold on and threw the AK47 and five or six punches in his hand to the ground.

"Very good, throw your AK over, don't worry, I won't kill you, now let's talk about cooperation, after all, our biggest enemy is the guy in the US military camp, if he doesn't die, none of us can complete the task!"