What a good night's sleep! Zhang Feng was still reminiscing about the leisurely time lying on the bed, and slowly opened his hazy sleepy eyes.

As a post-90s, as a post-90s graduate of a military academy and a post-90s who entered the special operations unit, although the daily training is miserable, and the occasional task will put heavy psychological pressure on people's backs, but once he is free, Zhang Feng still likes to play games all night and then sleep for a day.

A few days ago, a military operation was carried out on the Vietnamese border, and several Chinese dukes who had gone to Vietnam to gamble, owed a lot of debts, and were imprisoned by the locals. Of course, Shangfeng's statement is a Chinese citizen, and as for who it is, Zhang Feng does not know and does not want to know. An ordinary citizen, as for sending a special combat team to save him? This kind of thing, Zhang Feng is too lazy to think about it, the soldier takes obedience to orders as his duty, the only thing that makes Zhang Feng wonder is that if he wants to gamble and go to Macau, why do he have to travel thousands of miles to Vietnam?

After the mission, there will be a few days of relaxation, Zhang Feng used these few days to revisit a few classic games, he doesn't like that kind of boring online games, only likes all kinds of war games, last night was a classic Iraq war game: Desert Storm 2 returns to Baghdad.

Still reminiscing about the dream just now, which is somewhat similar to the game, the scene in front of Zhang Feng's eyes gradually became clearer.

Wow, why has everything changed all around?

I obviously slept in the dormitory last night, the dormitory of the special combat team with two people in one room, and the comrades-in-arms had already gone to meet their girlfriends, and there was a computer on the table in the middle. However, now the bed and the computer are gone, and there is a writing desk in front of it, but the shape is a little peculiar, and there is a painting faintly hanging on the wall, and it is a little difficult to see in the hazy eyes.

Are you dreaming?

Zhang Feng touched it with his hand, and it was not a hard bed board underneath, but a soft and comfortable mattress!

I pinched my thigh hard, it hurt, it's not a dream! At the same time, Zhang Feng was also completely sober, which made him stunned.

The picture on the wall is a man, with a mustache, wearing a military uniform and a beret, and it looks a little familiar.

Where is this? Zhang Feng was confused, he got up from the bed and walked to the window.

Obviously, this is a villa, where I am located, it is the second floor, there are several large pillars on both sides, and in the open space below the building, there is actually a huge swimming pool! It's just that at this moment, the sun is shining hotly on the ground, and the water in the pool is constantly shining.

Looking into the distance, what surprised Zhang Feng even more was that there were many soldiers guarding outside the villa, holding guns and looking around vigilantly.

Whatever his grandmother's place is, let's go down for a while, this kind of villa is a mansion, and his salary, even if it is added to the glorious pension, cannot afford it.

Zhang Feng opened the door and prepared to go down.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhang Feng was stunned again, there was a person standing outside the door, his whole body was wrapped in a white robe, and even his head was circled, what kind of person is this?

"Second Young Master, are you awake?" The other party said in a strange language.

Although Zhang Feng didn't know what language it was, he seemed to understand it completely, and a conversation immediately popped out of his mouth: "Yes, I'm going down to swim." ”

Second young master? I am the only seedling in the family, I applied for the military school at the beginning, but I was greatly resisted, how did I become the second young master now?

Suddenly, Zhang Feng's face turned pale, his hands and feet were cold, and he finally remembered that the person he saw in the painting just now was not Saddam Hussein, who had been hanged a few years ago?

How could there be a portrait of him in his own room? How did he become the second young master? Who are you?

When I woke up, I felt like everything was in chaos.

"Who are you?" Zhang Feng asked.

The man's face shook for a moment, the person in front of him, who usually always had gloomy eyes, never said much, how could he take the initiative to ask who he was today? He is Gassar, who has always been by his side and is responsible for taking care of his daily life!

"Second Young Master, I'm Gassar!" The man said.

"And who am I? What is this place? ”

The man's eyes widened, but he still said: "Second Young Master, you are Qusai Abdullah ibn Saddam Hussein, and this is the president's private villa in the southern suburbs of Baghdad. ”

It's over, it's completely over, how did I come here, and I became Kusai!

Zhang Feng felt complete despair, could it be that there was something wrong with the game he played? Why did he suddenly come to Baghdad and become Saddam's second son Qusay?

For Iraq, for the Saddam family, Zhang Feng has a vague sympathy in his heart, their misfortune is because of the oil under their feet, moreover, Saddam Hussein is still a strong figure, with the dream of unifying the Middle East, under the oppression of various powerful forces, destined to only become the head of the playing card.

In this world, there is no justice and evil, only the strong and the weak, and the victims are always all kinds of ordinary people, in Zhang Feng's era, Iraqi civilians lived in dire straits, and they had no future.

And Qusay was eventually shot by the U.S. military.

I don't want to do Kusai! God, don't play with me like that, okay? Let me be Bill Gates, become Bush Sr., and at the very least, become the crown prince of Saudi Arabia.

Zhang Feng's heart was full of anxiety about the future, death was not terrible, what was terrible was that he knew that he had to die.

But why do I have to die? Must die under the guns of the US military? Zhang Feng thought about it, the real Kusai no longer exists, and he replaced Kusai and came here, so will history still develop along the original trajectory?

Since it has come, it is necessary to change history, and the original process cannot be repeated again. Iraq's transition from prosperity to decline began with the Iran-Iraq war, which completely brought Iraq's economy to a standstill, and the eight-year war made Iraq dissatisfied with the trauma of the war. And Saddam, that is, his father, went to rob Kuwait again, which annoyed the United States, and since then, Iraq has begun to ruin the country.

If you want to rewrite history, you have to think about preventing the Iran-Iraq war and preventing the tragedy from happening again, Zhang Feng cautiously asked: "What time is it?" ”

Looking at such a quiet and peaceful scene outside, Zhang Feng had a trace of illusion, perhaps, Saddam Hussein has just come to power now, right?

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Gasal said.

"I'm asking what year is it, bastard!" Zhang Feng blurted out, unconsciously, his temper was so violent, could it be that this Kusai was the same?

"Yes, today is June 17, 1981." Gasal hurriedly said, could it be that the second young master took a nap and remembered everything? Moreover, if your temper becomes so bad, it won't become the same as the eldest young master, right? Thinking of the eldest young master's habit of torturing people at every turn, Gasal was a little frightened, and his speech was a little trembling.

1981? It's late! A year ago, the Iran-Iraq war broke out, Zhang Feng thought helplessly, but even a year earlier, with his identity at this time, it would definitely not affect Saddam's father's decision-making, but his heart was higher than the sky.

However, it is still the stage of Iraq's offensive and Iran's defense, and the situation is more optimistic about Iraq, as long as he can get his father's approval within a few months, and then let him end the war under favorable circumstances, he should be able to avoid the painful experience of eight years of war.

Unconsciously, Zhang Feng has begun to adapt to this identity. As a post-90s generation, Zhang Feng is a natural optimist, since he has come here, then he will be at peace with what happens, at least in the past few years, looking at the whole of Iraq, no one has dared to bully him.

Bubble Arabian beauty, enjoy the exotic atmosphere, it is also a good choice, and there is such a big villa for yourself to live in, if you don't hurry up to enjoy it, then I'm so sorry for my own crossing!

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, took off himself to only a pair of underwear, and rushed to the pool.

Gasal looked at Kusai dumbfounded, why is the second young master so abnormal today? Suddenly, he remembered something and hurried forward to catch up with Cusay.

"Second young master, you can't go down now, the temperature of the pool is too high!"

It's July, it's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the water temperature in the pool is at least fifty or sixty degrees under the strong rays of the sun.

Zhang Feng forcibly withdrew his feet, so dangerous! On the first day of coming, he was scalded to death in the swimming pool, and when he arrived at the underworld, he had to be a ghost!

Lying on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, looking at the white clouds in the sky, and there was Gasal fanning non-stop next to him, Zhang Feng enjoyed the life of the second young master.

Iraq, the second year after the outbreak of the Iran-Iraq war, Zhang Yang is recalling everything in this era, as a time-traveler, knowledge is a great wealth.

The territorial dispute between Iraq and Iran has a history of more than 100 years, especially the Shatt al-Arab in the northwestern part of the Persian Gulf, which is an important oil export route for both countries and is of great value to both countries.

Although both countries profess Islam, 90 percent of Iran's inhabitants are Shi's Islam, while 60 percent of Iraq's residents are Shi'a, but Iraq's power is Sunni.

Two years ago, the pro-American Pahlavi dynasty of Iran was overthrown, Khomeini came to power, relations with the United States were very stiff, and there was also a US-Iran hostage incident. Khomeini and Saddam Hussein also had personal grievances, and the war broke out due to various factors.

The early days of the war were the stage when Iraq was attacking Iran.

It is now 1981, and it is the era when Saddam's father is full of vigorous energy, and he is full of confidence at this moment.

And the surrounding countries, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Libya, all support Iraq, because everyone is Arab, but Iran, but Persian, in history, there have been countless wars between Arabs and Persians.

And there are also Palestine and Israel that do not share a border with Iraq. For Palestine, especially for Arafat, Zhang Feng was full of pity, saying that power came out of the barrel of a gun, and the leader of the PLO did not know what to think, but he actually listened to the words of the Yankees and gave up force, and as a result, he was tossed alive by the Israelis and died, and I don't know if he regretted it when he died.

The state of Palestine has become an eternal pain in his heart.

Since you are here, you might as well help Arafat, anyway, they are all Arabs.

Zhang Feng's mind was like a spark, and he suddenly remembered that Israel was also full of hostility towards Iraq, especially after seeing that Iraq's nuclear reactor was progressing smoothly, and in the face of the world's condemnation, the air force made a long-distance attack and blew up the nuclear reactor.

It was a classic battle, a surgical air strike, showing the formidable power of Israel's air force, which until now has been studied as a model by many military schools.

Zhang Feng remembers clearly, it was 5:30 p.m. on June 17, 1981, and now, it is 3:30 p.m. on June 17, 1981!

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