Yu Yang followed John's prompts, walked quickly to the temporary ward on the fifth floor, and found Li Tude's ward, but he could not enter, although it was a temporary ward, but the logistics of the Americans were indeed not dark, although it could not be a sterile ward, but after disinfection, non-medical personnel were forbidden to enter.

Yu Yang looked at Li Tude through the window on the door, and sighed deeply, he owes this guy a life, if he can, Yu Yang would rather be lying on the hospital bed now, as long as he doesn't die, he will be resurrected with full blood when he returns to the killing place, and Li Tude is estimated to be able to spend the second half of his life in the hospital bed.

All the rooms on the fifth floor were converted into temporary wards, and John's command room was moved to the third floor, but even then it was not enough, and some of the American wounded could only be easily disposed of and lay in the aisle at the door.

Yu Yang glanced at it and left the fifth floor directly, he didn't like the ward, if he had to go to a place like a hospital, Yu Yang preferred to go to a place like the delivery room, because it was the place where life was born.

And on the fifth floor just now, Yu Yang smelled pessimistic emotions and the smell of death, Yu Yang himself is not a pessimistic person, but some emotions are easily contagious, making you involuntarily fall into it, just like when Yu Yang goes downstairs now, his mood is a little low.

Yu Yang returned to his barracks and found a random place to sit down, the interpreter was sitting on the bed smoking, and after seeing Yu Yang walk in, he reluctantly showed a smile and looked at Yu Yang: "Yu, I'm back!" ”

"Well, how about Class A?"

The translator lowered his head and took a deep breath: "It's okay, everyone except me has been sent to the fifth floor!" ”

Yu Yang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and being sent to the fifth floor meant that all of them were injured, and he also took out a cigarette and lit it for himself: "No one died, right?" ”

"Except for Litude, whose life and death are unknown now, Charlie and Cowboy were seriously injured, the rest were minor injuries, and I was lucky that the bullet grazed my face." After the interpreter finished speaking, he turned his head and pointed to the side of his face, only to find that he had a piece of gauze wrapped around the right side of his face.

"It's me who is not good, obviously I am the acting commander, I took me alone and rushed out, I didn't care about your life or death!" Yu Yang felt a little guilty, he was too impulsive when he was fighting, he didn't look like a qualified commander at all, Yu Yang found himself like a soldier rather than a commander.

"Yu, I don't blame you, I heard about the battle you just had, I admire you very much, it's just that our luck is not good, when we were pursuing, we met dozens of Iraqis, and we were surrounded by them......" The translator slowly said what happened in Class A today, and after Yu Yang rushed out, Class A also rushed out.

However, Yu Yang rushed too fast, when Class A cleaned up the Iraqis who attacked the compound, he immediately rushed out with the large force, and the battle went very smoothly at first, but as the pursuit deepened, Class A and the pursuers encountered about half a company of Iraqis, and after fighting hard for half an hour, these Iraqis were finally eliminated, and finally all members of Class A were wounded.

After listening to the interpreter's words, Yu Yang touched his chin and felt that something was wrong, the Iraqis almost retreated when they retreated, except for the initial resistance, and then all of them were defeated with one blow, the interpreter said that the pursuit team of about 40 people in Class A and the remaining three classes was actually ambushed by the Iraqis, and suffered heavy losses, and it was definitely not done by ordinary Iraqi soldiers.

Thinking of this, Yu Yang quickly took out a map of Tikrit and spread it on the table: "Translator, where did you meet the Iraqi soldiers who ambushed you?" ”

The interpreter glanced at the map, looked for a while, and nodded at an intersection in the east of the city: "We were ambushed here, I remember that there is a church over there, it should be around here, the situation was a little too chaotic at that time!" ”

After hearing this, Yu Yang nodded and marked the location of the interpreter on the map, and found out the location of the camp, the distance between the two sides was about five kilometers: "Interpreter, after you pursued, how long did it take for you to encounter the ambush of the Iraqi soldiers, and did you delay the time on the way to the pursuit!" ”

"No, our pursuit went well, and we should have been ambushed for about forty minutes!"

After Yu Yang listened, he began to calculate silently, the straight-line distance of five kilometers, the time of forty minutes, shooting during the pursuit, dodging bullets, etc., the position should be similar to what the interpreter said, Yu Yang put down his pen, supported his chin with one hand and began to think, the key to the problem is why these Iraqi soldiers ambushed the Americans.

Kusai, unless Class A is infinitely close to Cusai, otherwise there will be no such fierce resistance, Yu Yang immediately picked up the pen and drew a circle on the map of this area, Kusai may be hiding in this area, but this area is not small, if you want to search, it is also very troublesome.

Yu Yang stood up directly from the ground and patted the translator: "Translator, you take care of your injuries, believe me, I will definitely avenge you!" ”

The translator nodded: "Yu, I believe in you!" ”

"Well, don't worry, say hello to my injured brother on my behalf! I'll go to John first, the Iraqi soldiers who ambushed you may not be ordinary people! After Yu Yang finished speaking, he quickly got up and left the barracks, ready to go to John.

In the headquarters on the third floor of the U.S. military, John smoked a cigar and looked at the map of Tikrit in front of him, this time the casualties of the troops were very large, and he had already begun to ask himself, although the action report had been handed in, but it was still a little dissatisfied, and killing a Ufa did not seem to satisfy the bigwigs in the Pentagon.

"Those damn bastards, do they think Iraqi soldiers are all papier-mâché and won't shoot? Obviously, it was the Air Force that lost air supremacy that caused us to suffer such a heavy blow, but now it blames me for having a problem with command! Thinking of this, John slammed his fist directly on the table and threw the papers next to him into the trash.

The staff officers in the command room didn't dare to breathe when they saw John's appearance, everyone knew that their commander was angry now, and they were both proud and lost, and these staff officers also felt very aggrieved, and this time there was a problem in the battle, and it was obviously not a problem with the command of the Third Infantry Regiment.

Two-thirds of the wounded lying on the fifth floor were wounded by the bombing of the North Building, and in the final analysis it was not the problem of the 3rd Infantry Regiment at all.