For an hour, the Iraqis did not advance an inch, and were stuck at a distance of 80 meters, in a dilemma, hiding in a limited bunker to survive.

The Iraqi government troops, guerrillas, and militiamen of about 2,000 people, plus about 4,000 or so people from before, have now suffered most of the damage.

The bombing of the US military continued, and there were constantly US bombers whizzing through the sky, and air-to-ground missiles and aerial bombs were smashed from the air.

Bombs were constantly ploughing the Iraqi positions, and for the Americans, it was the people, not the weapons and ammunition, that they could not afford to lose.

Yu Yang lay on the ground and kept pulling the trigger, Li Tude had already sent Charlie to a safe place for treatment, and now he was incarnated as a full-time porter, constantly pressing bullets for Yu Yang, and then giving the loaded magazine to Yu Yang, and at the same time, if there was a gap, help Yu Yang find a more valuable target on the battlefield, such as a machine gunner, or a commander, and he didn't fire a shot the whole time.

Yu Yang's number of kills has come to 200 people, this hour, Yu Yang's repeated things are shooting, shooting, reloading, shooting, because there are U.S. troops firing non-stop at every window, these Iraqis did not notice Yu Yang's gunfire in a group of people, and Yu Yang was crazy, uninterrupted harvesting his life.

The Iraqis retreated, two tanks appeared in the rear, and after firing two shots at the building at random, they quickly retreated, and with the cover of the tanks, the remaining Iraqis finally had a chance to retreat.

The Iraqi attack looked more like a joke, with more than a dozen American soldiers wounded, several holes blown into buildings, some ammunition wasted and corpses left behind.

Watching these Iraqis retreat, Yu Yang directly threw the M24 in his hand aside, picked up his rifle, and began to shoot frantically at the distant Iraq, one magazine was empty within five seconds, the magazine was replaced immediately, and then continued to strafe, within a minute, Yu Yang emptied four magazines.

It wasn't until he couldn't see any trace of the Iraqis that Yu Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, sat on the ground, took out a cigarette with trembling hands, and began to smoke slowly, his hands trembling not because he was afraid, but because he was too tired, and fighting a war was a physical job.

The task is very simple, at least so far Yu Yang feels that it is very simple, he has killed two hundred and forty Iraqis, and the fraction is about to catch up with the total number of kills of the remaining thirty-nine, this three-star mission seems to be a bit unworthy of the name, at least compared to Stalingrad, it is much simpler.

However, Yu Yang knows that the most difficult task is not to kill the Iraqis, the combat effectiveness of the Iraqis, in fact, it can be seen from the overall Iraq War US military casualties, from March 20, 2003, Iraq at half past five in the morning to April 15, 2003, the Americans announced that the main military operation had ended.

The U.S. military died a total of 262 people, of which 139 were killed, 123 died in accidents, 33 British soldiers died, the war consumed 23 billion US dollars, and Iraq had a total of 450,000 troops and 650,000 reserves, which almost disappeared after the war began, and roughly counted about 10,000 Iraqi deaths after the war, and the disappearance is unknown.

The asymmetrical war was vividly manifested in this war, and the biggest casualties brought to the US military were not the Iraqi army, but all kinds of accidents, some of which were new weapons, among which several unlucky soldiers died of tetanus, and a few nails brought more casualties to the US army than the Iraqi army.

It is not difficult to kill Iraqi government troops, guerrillas, etc., the most difficult part of the whole mission is to survive competitively, the intrigue between forty hosts is the most difficult, forty people can only survive three, forcing hosts to kill each other, this is the most difficult part of the whole mission.

However, from the current point of view, this mission should only have one star for Yu Yang, because the rest of the hosts are locked up in the military camp outside the city and cannot enter the city.

On the outskirts of Tikrit, in the headquarters of the US battalion C, a company of soldiers was left behind in the barracks outside the city, and the artillery fire in the city was flying, but it was surprisingly quiet.

The Iraqis are not yet fat enough to dare to attack the US military camp, and the few US main battle tanks at the gate are enough to make the Iraqis daunted.

Inside the barracks, several white men were shouting at John in the middle of the command, "Sir, why don't you let us into the city?" Our mission is to purge the city of Iraqi fighters! ”

John sat in his chair and looked up at them, "Huh? For the time being, you don't need to make a move, your task now is to wait for us to get rid of the defenders in the city, just go in and clear the remnants of the enemy, now we are exchanging fire with the Iraqi government forces, we don't need you yet, and after we get rid of the Iraqi defenders in the city, it's not too late for you to go in! ”

"Excuse me, sir, how long will it take for you to finish off the Iraqi defenders?" The white men held back their anger, after all, they were bound to be strong, and all their weapons were surrendered to John's men, and with their bare hands, a group of American GIs around them were watching them with fierce eyes.

"I don't know, maybe it can be cleared tomorrow, maybe it will take three days, maybe it will take a week, God will know what will happen next, you know, Iraq has a million troops, we are in front of us is the birthplace of Saxx, the Iraqis here are very tenacious, well, more than a dozen brave soldiers have been wounded, I am for your good!" After John finished speaking, he stopped talking to these white people and began to deal with the matter at hand.

"But we ......" The white man immediately became a little anxious when he heard John's words, these white men did not kill a few people on the first day, and if they could not enter the city, they would definitely be wiped out.

"Several, you can now go back to your barracks and wait for the announcement!" John didn't raise his head, if it weren't for the fierce trouble of these people just now, John wouldn't have bothered to deal with them.

"Let's ......" Before the white man could speak, an American GI stopped in front of them and signaled that they could go out.

"Sir, I think you can consider letting us participate in the battle, I am a ranger veteran, and I have been in the army for seven years, I can be of great help to you!"

"Sir, I'm a Marine!"

John looked up at the soldier who said he had been a Ranger for a few years: "You are a Ranger veteran, you don't know me?" Where did you work for a few years? ”

This white man was stunned after hearing John's words, damn it, he only joined the 75 Ranger Regiment after 2005, and it was only 03 years at this time, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"I think I'll have to investigate your origins, damn Blackwater International is really anyone's dare to accept it now?" After John finished speaking, he waved his hand, and two American GIs drove several whites out of the headquarters.

After seeing a few white men being kicked out of the headquarters, John sneered: "Pete, Galen, you two, go and keep an eye outside their barracks, be careful, don't let them cause any trouble!" ”

"Yes, sir!" When the two white soldiers heard this, they stood up and saluted, glanced at each other, and walked helplessly towards the barracks in the distance, such a thankless task that no one wanted to do.