Chapter 574: Ambush the U.S. Army
It is not the first time that the international community has heard about the imminent dispatch of a fleet to the Persian Gulf by the Future Military Resources Corporation.
The first country to disclose the news was the United Arab Emirates, then Qatar and Saudi Arabia, and finally Iran, all four of which made their voices heard by inviting the fleet of the Future Military Resources Company to visit.
The second is the external statement of the Future Technology Group, followed by Fan Yize's personal confirmation.
In the news, the size of the fleet was not disclosed, but it was mentioned that the Persian Gulf would ensure that humanitarian relief supplies could be delivered to Iraq in a timely and effective manner, and that it was willing to open up multiple channels for the delivery of relief supplies in the Gulf.
This is a fleet diplomacy, and in terms of the attitude of the Gulf countries, they are basically warmly welcomed.
After all, in the Gulf, there are still five US aircraft carrier battle groups, and it is not the Gulf countries that should be anxious, but the United States.
It is not known how the United States will react to this, and for the Iraqi people, such a thing is still too far away.
On the afternoon of Iraqi time, the ground forces of the US-British coalition entered Baghdad.
Along the way, there was no resistance, and 20 tanks and a large number of armored vehicles of the US-British coalition army advanced into Baghdad and entered the central square of Baghdad without bloodshed.
On the main entrance street of the hotel where Fan Yize was staying, the coalition troops who entered Baghdad, with four tanks and four armored vehicles, passed by this street.
Many Iraqis in Baghdad welcomed the entry of coalition forces into Baghdad, and even went so far as to welcome them and pull up signs of welcome.
Fan Yize in the hotel, with this Natasha, quietly left the hotel secretly from the hotel's internal staff passage.
Someone outside the hotel secretly answered, Fan Yize and Natasha, and quietly left the hotel.
At this moment, it is already dusk, and Baghdad is still calm, but behind this calm, there are hidden crises that cannot be seen.
Darkness is a natural disguise for killers, and in the city of Baghdad, under the calm night, an atmosphere of slaughter pervades.
In the city of Baghdad, on the west bank of the Tigris River, the temporary station of the US military in Baghdad, 20 tanks were neatly parked on the bank of the river, and hundreds of US soldiers, some on guard, some resting.
In the quiet of the night, an American soldier standing on the edge of the Tigris River raised his head suspiciously, and a small voice came from his ears, and this voice was getting closer and clearer.
Soon, other U.S. soldiers on the side also heard it one after another, and at the same time, the U.S. military's on-board radar system found a suspicious flying object, which was approaching the surface of the Tigris River.
There is no need for any warning, and in such an environment, any suspicious, threatening targets must be intercepted as soon as they are discovered.
But for such a small target, and the distance is too close, the missiles of the US air defense system cannot intercept them at all.
"Shoot down the drone and face it right away."
Almost at the same time, the voice of the command sounded among the American soldiers, and the American soldiers who reacted turned on the searchlights and locked on a drone that was almost on the river bank.
This is a rather rough drone, with four rotors on top of a small fuselage, and under this drone, a mortar shell is hung.
The U.S. soldiers on the ground shot at the drone one after another, the speed of the drone was not slow, and if it was a little later, the mortar shell would fall on the top of the head of the U.S. military.
The U.S. soldiers, who reacted in time, quickly shot down the drone with dense bullets.
But just when everyone's eyes were attracted by the drone, at the entrance to the sewers of the Tigris River, a long robot worm in the shape of a centipede crawled out.
The long robot worm, covered with mechanical feet, crawled on the ground silently, and when all the American troops were attracted by the sky, this mechanical insect quickly crawled to the place where the American troops parked the Humvee.
The joints on the mechanical worm's body quickly detached, and this mechanical worm immediately became twenty independently moving individuals.
One by one, the mechanical joints quickly climbed to the bottom of these Humvees, jumped up on the ground, directly grabbed the chassis of the vehicles, and clinged to the bottom of the Humvees.
At this moment, the U.S. soldiers are shooting down this drone, and no one has noticed that there are small mechanical insects crawling on the ground at night.
Before these American soldiers could recover from this, the sound of rotors was heard in the sky again, and it seemed that more drones were approaching here.
One by one, the searchlights quickly scanned up, and the on-board radar system also quickly found that two or three more drones were approaching from different directions.
At the same time, more mechanical bugs crawled out of the sewer entrance, which had gone completely unnoticed.
This time, instead of the Humvees, the robots were crawling towards the twenty Abrams main battle tanks.
Each of these mechanical bugs carries powerful explosives, but not enough to blow up a tank, not even the bottom armor of the tank.
But they have their own rhythm of attack, so that a tank loses most of its combat effectiveness, and it is not necessary to completely destroy the tank, but only need to climb into the barrel of the tank, and the power of the explosion is enough to deform the barrel of the tank to a certain extent, and directly turn the main gun of the tank into an ornament.
The goal of these mechanical bugs is very clear, some of them crawl into the barrel of the tank, and some of them are directly attached to the tank tracks.
The U.S. military, who were almost all paying attention to the drones in the sky, did not notice at all that the killing plane had quietly arrived.
1,600 meters away, in the window of an ordinary house on the west bank of the Tigris River, a row of windows was aimed at the US troops on the opposite side of the river.
About a meter near the window, the snipers had already laid an ambush here.
Fan Yize and Natasha also came to this inconspicuous small building, looking at the bright light of the searchlights on the opposite riverbank, as well as the American soldiers who seemed to be facing the enemy.
It was a well-planned attack, consisting of sniper and demolition squads of dozens of divisions in various positions.
The opponent was an American army with twenty tanks, dozens of Humvees, and more than 300 troops.
The battle that is about to break out may no longer be called an assault, and it is more appropriate to describe it as a murder.
For these U.S. troops, who have always encountered ordinary Iraqi troops, they feel strong, and at the moment they are paying for their carelessness.