Chapter 2: A Dream of Thirty Years

  This sleep was really comfortable! Zhang Feng was still savoring the leisurely time lying in bed, slowly opening his drowsy eyes.

  As a 90s-born, as a military academy graduate, and as a 90s-born entering the special warfare unit, although every day's training is exhausting, occasional tasks will also make people bear heavy mental pressure. However, once he has free time, Zhang Feng still likes to stay up all night playing games and then sleep for a whole day.

  A few days ago, a military operation was conducted on the Vietnamese border to rescue several Chinese citizens who had gone to Vietnam to gamble and were detained by local people after accumulating huge debts. Of course, the official statement referred to them as Chinese citizens, but Zhang Feng didn't know what kind of people they were and didn't want to know. An ordinary citizen? Why send a special forces team to rescue him? Zhang Feng was too lazy to think about it; soldiers just follow orders. The only thing that made Zhang Feng feel puzzled was: if you want to gamble, go to Macau! Why run all the way to Vietnam?

  After completing the task, there will be a few days of relaxation time. Zhang Feng used these few days to revisit several classic games. He doesn't like those boring online games, only likes various war games. Last night was a classic game: Desert Storm 2 Return to Baghdad.

  Still savoring the dream from just now, which was somewhat similar to a game, the scene in front of Zhang Feng gradually became clear.

  Wow, how did everything around change?

  Last night, Mingming was clearly sleeping in the dormitory, a special forces dormitory with two people per room. His comrades had gone to meet their girlfriends, and there was a computer on the table in between. But now the bed and computer have disappeared, and there is only a writing desk in front of him, but it looks a bit strange. On the wall, a painting is still hanging vaguely, and with his sleepy eyes, he can't see very clearly.

  Am I dreaming?

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

  Pinched his thigh hard, it hurt, not a dream! At the same time, Zhang Feng was also thoroughly awake, leaving him stunned.

  The picture on the wall is of a man with a small mustache, wearing a military uniform and a beret, looking somewhat familiar.

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

  It's obviously a villa, and I'm on the second floor. There are several large pillars on both sides, and under the building, there is actually a huge swimming pool! The sun is shining fiercely on the ground at this moment, and the water in the swimming pool is also reflecting light constantly.

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

  Who cares about the location, let's go down and have a look first. This kind of villa is a luxury mansion, with my own salary, even if I add the glorious consolation money, I still can't afford it.

  Zhang Feng opened the door and was about to go downstairs.

  As soon as he opened the door, Zhang Feng was stunned again. A person stood outside the door, wrapped in a white long gown from head to toe, with even his head wrapped around. Who was this person?

  "Second Master, you're awake?" The other party said in a strange tone.

  Although Zhang Feng didn't know what language it was, he seemed to understand completely and immediately responded with a conversation: "Yes, I want to go swimming."

  Second Young Master? You're the only child in your family, you originally enrolled in a military academy, but faced huge opposition. How did you become Second Young Master now?

  Suddenly, Zhang Feng's face turned pale and his hands and feet became icy cold. He finally remembered that the person in the painting was Saddam, who had been hanged several years ago.

  How could his portrait be in her own room? How did she become Second Master? Who is she?

  Waking up from a dream, everything feels out of order.

  "Who are you?" Zhang Feng asked.

  The man's face flickered, and the person in front of him, who usually had a gloomy gaze and rarely spoke, was actually taking the initiative to ask about his identity today? He was Gassar, who had always been by his side, responsible for taking care of his daily life!

  "Second Master, I am Jia Sar!" the man said.

  "Then who am I? What is this place?"

  The man opened his eyes wide and said, "Second Master, you are Qusay Abdulla Iben Saddam Hussein, this is the President's private villa in the southern suburbs of Baghdad."

  It's all over, completely over, how did I end up here and become a Kusai!

  Zhang Feng felt a thorough despair. Was there something wrong with the game he was playing? How did he suddenly end up in Baghdad and become Saddam's second son, Qusay?

  For Iraq, for the Saddam family, Zhang Feng had a faint sense of sympathy in his heart. Their misfortune was due to the oil under their feet, and Saddam was also a strong figure with a dream of unifying the Middle East. Under the pressure of various powerful forces, he was destined to become just a face on a playing card.

  In this world, there is no justice or evil, only strength and weakness. The victims are always the ordinary people. In Zhang Feng's era, Iraqi civilians lived in a sea of flames, they had no future.

  Kusay was eventually shot and killed by American troops.

  I don't want to be a Kusai! Oh God, please don't play with me like this. Let me become Bill Gates, or old Bush, at the very least, I should become a prince of Saudi Arabia, what's all this nonsense?

  Zhang Feng's heart was filled with anxiety about the future. Death itself wasn't scary; what was scary was knowing that he had to go die.

  But why do I have to die? Must I die under the guns of the US military? Zhang Feng thought for a moment, the real Kusay had already ceased to exist, and he had replaced Kusay, coming here. So would history still follow its original course?

  Now that it has come, we must change history and not repeat the original process. Iraq's prosperity turned into decline started from the Iran-Iraq War, which completely stagnated Iraq's economy. The eight-year war left Iraq with unhealed wounds of war. And Saddam, who is also his own father, went to rob Kuwait, which annoyed the United States, and since then, Iraq began its national destruction.

  Wanting to rewrite history, we must think of a way to prevent the Iran-Iraq War from happening again and not let tragedy repeat itself. Zhang Feng cautiously asked: "What time is it now?"

  Looking at the peaceful and serene scene outside, Zhang Feng had a wisp of fantasy, perhaps Saddam had just come to power now?

  "It's three o'clock now," said Kasar.

  "What year is it now, damn it!" Zhang Feng blurted out, unaware that his temper had become so violent. Was this Kusay also like this?

  "Yes, today is June 17th, 1981." Gassar hastily said, did the second young master sleep for an afternoon and forget everything? And, his temper has become so bad, won't he become like the eldest young master? Thinking of the eldest young master's habit of torturing people, Gassar became a bit afraid, and his words trembled.

  In 1981? Too late! The Iran-Iraq War had broken out a year ago, Zhang Feng thought helplessly. However, even if it were a year earlier, with his current identity, he would absolutely not have been able to influence Saddam's decision-making, for the old man was as proud as could be.

  However, for now it is still the stage of Iraq's attack and Iran's defense. The situation is more optimistic for Iraq. As long as they can gain recognition from their "old father" within a few months and end this war in favorable conditions, they should be able to avoid the painful experience of an eight-year war.

  Unconsciously, Zhang Feng has begun to adapt to this identity. As a post-90s generation, Zhang Feng is a born optimist, since he came here, he would be content with his situation, at least in these few years, looking around the whole of Iraq, no one dares to bully him.

  Bubble Arab beauty, enjoy the exotic style, it's also a good choice, and there's such a big villa to live in, if you don't take advantage of the time to enjoy it, that would be too sorry for this trip!

  Zhang Yang suddenly stripped himself down to his underwear and rushed towards the swimming pool.

  Gassar stared at Kusay in shock, what's wrong with the second young master today? Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly chased after Kusay.

  "Second Master, you can't go down now, the swimming pool's temperature is too high!"

  It's July now and it's 3 pm. Under the intense sunlight, the water temperature in the swimming pool is at least 50-60 degrees Celsius.

  Zhang Feng abruptly pulled back his legs, what a close call! On the first day of arrival, he almost got scalded to death in the swimming pool. If he ended up in hell, he wouldn't even be able to become a wrongfully killed ghost!

  Lying on the balcony of the second floor of the villa, looking at the white clouds in the sky, with Kasal fanning beside him, Zhang Feng is enjoying the life of a young master.

  Iraq, in the second year of the Iran-Iraq War, Zhang Yang recalled everything about this era. As a traverser, knowledge was a great wealth.

  The territorial dispute between Iraq and Iran has a history of over 100 years, especially in the northwest of the Persian Gulf, the Shatt al-Arab, which is an important oil export channel for both countries.

  Although both countries are Islamic, ninety percent of Iran's population adheres to Shia Islam, while sixty percent of Iraq's population is also Shia Muslim, but the ruling power in Iraq is Sunni.

  Two years ago, the pro-American Pahlavi dynasty in Iran was overthrown and Khomeini came to power. Relations with the United States were strained, and the US-Iran hostage crisis occurred. Khomeini also had personal grievances against Saddam, and under various factors, the war broke out.

  At the beginning of the war, Iraq was on a roll, attacking Iran.

  It is now 1981, and Saddam's father is full of vigor, he is confident at this moment.

  While neighboring countries, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Libya, all support Iraq, because everyone is for the Arabs, and Iran is Persian, in history, there have been countless wars between Arabs and Persians.

  And not adjacent to Iraq, there are also Palestine and Israel. For Palestine, especially for Arafat, Zhang Feng is full of sympathy. It's said that power comes from the barrel of a gun, but this leader of the PLO doesn't know what he was thinking, actually believing in the words of the Americans, giving up armed struggle, and as a result, being tortured to death by the Israelis. I don't know if he regretted it before his death.

  Palestine became an eternal pain in his heart.

  Since you're here, might as well help Arafat out, after all, he's an Arab too.

  Zhang Feng's mind flashed like a spark, he suddenly remembered that Israel was also full of hostility towards Iraq, especially after seeing the smooth progress of Iraq's nuclear reactor, they committed a heinous crime, and the air force made a long-range raid, destroying the nuclear reactor.

  This was a classic battle, a surgical strike from the air, demonstrating Israel's powerful air force, and is still studied by many military academies today.

  Zhang Feng remembered it clearly, that was June 17th, 1981 at 5:30 pm, and now, it's June 17th, 1981 at 3:30 pm!