Tikrit is located on the banks of the Tigris River in Iraq, 4 km northwest of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.xshuotxt;;.4;;;;; Visit:.

It is the birthplace of the Arab hero Saladin.

Amid the yellow sand and smoke, a convoy of FZ armored vehicles drove from north to south towards Tikrit.

After seeing the sight of the Arabesque buildings ahead, the armoured car in third place pulled off the road and stopped beside a sand dune.

Captain Winter, commander of the 2nd Company of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion of the 7th Armored Division, jumped out of the armored car, walked up to the top of the sand dunes, and picked up a telescope to look at the city in the distance.

There were no trenches, no pillboxes, and no barbed wire outside the city, and it was probably unguarded, as was the case with the previous towns, and could be captured on the march.

It's just that this place is not far from Baghdad, and the British may send troops here for defense, so for the sake of prudence, it is safer to send someone to test it first.

Captain Winter returned to the car and the convoy proceeded.

The convoy drove out less than three minutes before making a turn, rounding a huge sand dune before coming to a halt again.

Captain Winter jumped out of the armored car and walked towards the luxury "sports car" that was 'forced' to stop on the side of the road.

The power of the sports car comes from a gray and black 'colored' 'hairy' donkey, the driver is a middle-aged man in white with a whip, and the passengers are a 'woman' and a little boy about four or five years old shrouded in black robes.

Seeing a long line of steel monsters, machine guns glowing with cold light on the front of the car, and a group of big men in military uniforms, the eyes of the men driving the car suddenly panicked, and the 'women' in the car also hugged the boy in their arms in horror.

Seeing Captain Winter walking towards him, the man who was driving the cart hurriedly jumped out of the donkey cart and stood by the side of the cart to wait.

The interpreter stepped forward and asked a few words, and then said to Captain Winter, "He is Mr. Haji, and they live in the village of Oga outside the city of Tikrit. Today there is a market in the city, and they are going to go to the market to shop. ”

"Ask them, are there any Englishmen in Tikrit?" Captain Winter asked.

The interpreter spoke to Mr. Haji in Arabic and then said to Captain Winter: "He said that there are foreigners in military uniforms in the city of Tikrit. It's just that the exact number is not known. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Haji, for telling him that there will be fighting in Tikrit, and that he should not enter the city."

Captain Winter walked over to the donkey cart, took a handful of 'milk' candy from his pocket and handed it to the 'woman' in the cart. Then he smiled and 'touched' the little boy's head.

Captain Winter returned to the armored car, first sent a telegram to the battalion headquarters to report the enemy situation, and then led the convoy of the second company to 'press' about 500 meters on the outskirts of Tikrit.

The terrain on the outskirts of Tikrit is relatively flat, with no sand dunes or woods, only fields of arable land.

Captain Winter was about to give the order for a feint. Something suddenly came to mind.

"There seems to be a bazaar today, we can't just rush in, we need to give some warning to the civilians so that they don't suffer too many casualties in the fighting. Tell the mortar group to fire two shots into the open space outside the city. Captain Winter said to the radioman.

In less than two minutes, there were two muffled bangs in the convoy, and two shells fell in the open space north of the city in a whistling manner.

"Boom" Two violent explosions sounded, and gray-white 'colored' gunpowder smoke and gray-yellow 'colored' smoke and dust rose from the clearing ground in an instant.

Hearing two explosions, the originally noisy bazaar on the main street of Tikrit suddenly fell silent, and both customers and vendors looked to the north of the city. There was a look of doubt and confusion on his face.

The continuous sound of machine guns rang out, and the doubts on the faces of the crowd instantly turned into panic.

Panic spread like a plague among the population.

One, two, one group, two groups, the residents of the city helped the old and the young to flee in all directions, the vendors hurriedly closed their stalls and fled for their lives, and the market fell into a hustle and bustle again.

Captain Winter, who knew nothing about the chaos in the city, stared at his watch and saw that the five-minute countdown had passed, so he ordered an attack.

Twelve FZ armored vehicles pulled twelve yellow-colored clouds of smoke and dust on the open sand and rushed towards Tikrit, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed through a distance of 500 meters.

The convoy approaching the outermost building of the city of Tikrit, slowing down and opening the 'door' behind the carriage. The scouts nimbly jumped out of the carriage and rushed towards the city after the armored vehicle.

Under the cover of the buildings, the scouts searched the city in turn, with armored vehicles following behind to provide fire cover.

Captain Winter stood at the front of the car. Keep your ears up and listen to the city.

Five minutes passed, and no gunfire could be heard in the city.

Ten minutes passed, and the city was still peaceful.

Is it that the British troops in the city have withdrawn? Or is that Mr. Haji's information wrong? Captain Winter kept guessing.

Twenty minutes later, the main forces of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion rushed to the already occupied city of Tikrit.

"We asked the city council that a battalion of the British army had been stationed here, but had retreated south two days earlier." Captain Winter said to Major Koch, commander of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion.

"The actions of the British were the same as the intelligence detected by the reconnaissance planes of the Air Force. They have all gathered near Baghdad, and the real battle should be in Baghdad. Major Koch said.

Captain Winter looked at his watch, and then said, "It's forty o'clock, shall we continue our departure or spend the night here first?" ”

"Stay here for the night, and set out tomorrow at dawn, and we will go together, and the next target is the city of Samarra, the last large city north of Baghdad, where we will most likely meet the resistance of the British, and we cannot disperse our forces." Major Koch said.

"I see, I'm going to arrange accommodation and guarding." Captain Winter said.

"Remember, we are coming to Iraq as liberators, so we need to be careful to build good relations with the locals and try not to have conflicts." Major Koch admonished.

"I understand." Captain Winter turned to leave.

Captain Winter didn't take a few steps before stopping.

Looking at the man and the woman, who were holding each other and limping along, Captain Winter immediately recognized that they were the 'women' who had just met Mr. Haji and the donkey cart.

How did they end up here? Where did their donkey cart go? Why do you get limped? Where did that little boy go?

As soon as Captain Winter's suspicion rose, he saw two scouts pull out a stretcher from the back of an armoured car, on which lay the little boy in the donkey cart.

"What happened to this boy?" Captain Winter stepped forward and asked the medic who was following the stretcher.

"The donkey cart they were in overturned, and the child was thrown under the cart and seriously injured, and now he is unconscious, and we happened to meet them on the road and brought them here. I'm going to take him to Lieutenant Roentgen for an examination to see if he has hurt his head and internal organs. ”

Captain Winter looked at the bruised boy and shook his head with pity, then walked over to Mr. Haji and comforted, "Mr. Haji, the child is fine, don't be too sad, you also have injuries on your body, it is better to go to the doctor for a check-up." ”

Mr. Hagee seemed to recognize Captain Winter as well, and muttered.

Captain Winter did not understand what Mr. Haji was saying, but sensed that his emotions were very 'agitated'.

"Mr. Haji said that this child is so pitiful, that his father died when his mother was pregnant with him, and now that he is so badly wounded, he asks us to save this poor child." The translator said.

"You tell Mr. Haji and reassure him that we will do our best to save Sadamu, and Sadamu will survive."

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