Chapter 11: Riot of Commoners (Give me some votes or I'll go crazy)

  Haditha, a place that is only shown as a small dot on the map of Iraq. Due to its geographical location, it seems that this city was not too important in the eyes of the US military. So the lives of local residents seem to have been affected very little, except for some occasional appearances of local armed groups, there were no large-scale US troops stationed.

  That noon, the scorching sun was baking this small town. A team of American soldiers drove into Hadley City in a Hummer at high speed. Although it had not been affected by the war, pedestrians on the street were still fleeing in all directions. Who knows what these infidels want to do? It's better to stay away from trouble and not go looking for excitement when your head is being squeezed by the door. After all, they are enemies invading their own country, no need to take the initiative to join in the fun.

  Fortunately, the US military didn't make any surprising moves and just cleared out a small square. Before long, a transport helicopter carrying a Hummer flew over, slowly descending onto the square. The round signal receiver on top of the vehicle seemed to be telling its difference.

  "Head, what to do? If not, let's eat them!" In a three-story small building. The chicken eye wrapped in an Arabic long gown looked at the car-loaded satellite receiver landing on the square through binoculars and suggested to Wolf Head.

  Now basically everyone is injured, at dawn, the knife just exploded the car-mounted satellite receiver and was bitten by the opponent's sniper. Although they finally killed the opponent with their weapon advantage, their left arm was also blown open. It can be said that the three brothers of Can Lang are facing the weakest challenge in their own combat power since their debut.

  "Hit it, we must withdraw to Syria as soon as possible. Otherwise, it's very likely that we'll be dragged into the quagmire of this war and exhausted to death in the end." The experienced Wolf Head pierced the key point with one sentence.

  "Bang!" The impatient knife shot out the long-awaited bullet, and the newly transported satellite receiver was turned into scrap metal before it even had a chance to start up.

  At the same time, Lang Tou'er and Can Lang also opened fire at the same time, blasting the US military's radio system. Looking at the receiver that had not been used yet and was already smoking and out of order, a group of American soldiers were on the verge of tears. Tens of millions of dollars worth of equipment, two were ruined in less than two days...

  The frustration and anger of the American soldiers turned into a fierce will to fight, and it can be said that they were no worse than the three children led by Lang Tou'er. The humiliating thing happened once, but it actually happened again!

  The American soldiers, who were on fire, sprayed 5.56mm NATO bullets at the hiding place of several wolf heads like they were free, and one soldier even manipulated the Hummer's turret machine gun to sweep the firepower point of the chicken eye crazily!

  "Hey, have these American soldiers gone crazy?" The suppressed and depressed chicken eyes complained.

  "Knife! Take out that madman!" Wolf Head and Chicken Eye were relatively close, and in an instant, no less than ten jumping bullets splashed onto his steel helmet.

  "Bang" another bullet shot out of the sniper rifle, and the chest of the machine gunner who was frantically sweeping his shots burst open like an exploding watermelon.

  "Leave this to us, you go around to their rear. Don't shoot at the American soldiers, shoot at the Iraqis!" The wolf head's words made him slightly stunned and then he understood what he meant.

  Carrying the SSG 69, Lang Zaifeng climbed down along the balcony. Taking advantage of the hutongs and dilapidated houses as cover, Lang Zaifeng quickly made his way to the other side of the square.

  In the sniper's scope, three Wolf Brigade soldiers were pinned down in a small three-story building next to a mosque where many poor Iraqi civilians had taken refuge. After some deliberation, one of the soldiers shot and killed a young boy who was roughly the same age as him.

  The child who was just gazing curiously at this war-torn world suddenly collapsed at the feet of a group of civilians, with red and white brain matter flowing out of his shattered eye sockets. A man stared blankly at the lifeless child as he slowly knelt down on both knees. The surrounding Iraqi civilians were apparently familiar with this man, and huge anger began to flow from their eyes.

  The man kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up and ran towards an American soldier holding an M4 carbine, but it was too late for people around to stop him.

  It's now! The moment the lone wolf watching the battlefield saw that the American soldier had his gun aimed at the man running towards him, trying to stop him from getting closer, he pulled the trigger.

  Just like a double reed instrument, ordinary people in the mosque witnessed with their own eyes the "US soldiers brutally shooting civilians".

  So, under unclear circumstances for the US military, the riot began with dozens of angry civilians from the mosque rushing towards a dozen fully armed American soldiers. Seeing that warning shots were ineffective, an impulsive soldier first opened fire in retaliation, and the rest followed suit by pulling the triggers of their rifles.

  Dozens of unarmed civilians fell near the Humvee. Several new recruits even clapped to celebrate this small victory, only two veteran soldiers with sergeant stripes stared tensely at the Iraqi civilians gathering around, perhaps...the real trouble has come.

  "Head, are we pulling out?" a lone wolf hiding in a civilian house asked in a low voice over the intercom.

  "Keep watching the show, don't make any rash moves, we'll be right back, everything will wait until nightfall, that's all." Wolf Head made a decisive decision.

  Under the scorching sun, a small square was staging a cruel scene, more than ten American soldiers manipulated their weapons in terror and slaughtered unarmed civilians. More and more Iraqi civilians heard the sound of gunfire and rushed to this small square, when they saw their comrades being killed, they immediately rushed up without regard for personal danger.

  Silently watching everything happening in the scope, the Lone Wolf's heart is filled with guilt towards this nation. After several months of war, he can no longer remember how many times he has shot and killed civilians. Perhaps in his numb mind, their lives are just like grass; perhaps in the eyes of Americans, Iraqi lives were born to be randomly shot.

  What am I? The crippled wolf, who was almost 15 years old, asked himself with a bitter smile. The right to survive for someone like him was built on the deaths of many more innocent people. Well, let's just make this my profession, even if it's a bit dirty...

  Patting his helmet to dispel the strange thoughts, Left Wolf intently watched the ongoing slaughter on the square. Half an hour had passed, and the not-so-large square was already littered with corpses. Some awakened Iraqis took out old-fashioned rifles and began exchanging fire. The American soldiers, lacking cover, finally suffered casualties. A soldier with a left leg bleeding profusely called for support into the radio that Wolf Head had long destroyed. Their ammunition was running low, and they probably wouldn't last much longer before reenacting the "Black Hawk Down" scenario from Somalia.

  After confirming that things had gotten big enough, Wolf Head emotionlessly took the three children and left Harde City, which was already flowing with blood.

  Sitting in the stolen Jeep, the suppressed resentment of Lang finally erupted. A silver-white Beretta M92FS was pressed against the temple of Wolf's head as he drove.

  "Why do we have to do this? We could just take care of those American soldiers directly! Haven't the civilians we've been killing for three months been enough?" The Lone Wolf asked his instructor with a suppressed sob.

  "Do you guys think so too?" Ping Jing shifted gears calmly and asked, in his usual half-dead tone, to Dao Zi and Ji Yan.

  It seems that they didn't expect them to answer, Wolf Head lit a cigar and continued, "Firstly, we are inhumane mercenaries. Secondly, this place is at least 300 kilometers away from the border, shooting those American soldiers was easy, but if we continue westward, it will be a sparsely populated desert area. At that time, I'm afraid there will be no less than five airships greeting us with cannon fire before we die. Can you dodge them?

  "War always results in the death of people, whether they are civilians or soldiers, their nature is the same. In the end it's all just human versus human warfare, abandon your kindness or abandon your lives."

  "Are our four lives more precious than those refugees who were killed?" asked the usually soft-spoken Ji, her eyes icy cold.

  "You're not worth it doesn't mean I'm not worth it, now you're not worth it doesn't mean you won't be worth it in the future. Kid, as a mercenary, never look down on yourself." Wolf Head carelessly replied to Chicken Eye's question while shaking off the snow from his cigar and taking a few puffs.

  Zanlang finally put away his own gun, "What is the purpose of your massacre?" Zanlang asked reluctantly.

  "With this massacre, the US military is temporarily unable to spare any hands to entertain us, we have enough time to leave this ghost place. Moreover, the massacre was your doing." The wolf head seemed to be muttering to himself in a low voice, "It won't be long before you experience even more brutal things, and that's just the beginning..."

  "Lonely wolf, we are brothers, aren't we?" The sniper who had been silent all along said after finishing speaking and continued to sleep hugging his gun.

  Ji Yan didn't say anything, stretched out his foot and gently kicked the back of the passenger seat where Can Lang was leaning, smiled and also started to take advantage of the opportunity to replenish his energy.

  Brother, haha, brother! The 14-year-old disabled wolf burst out with a surge of vitality. With his brothers supporting him from behind, the uncertain future may not be so bad after all...

  Looking at the three brothers who had already fallen asleep, Wolf Head, the driver, smiled tiredly. It was worth it to have put in so much effort and finally get a relatively satisfactory result.

  Next chapter, the three brothers of the residual wolf will form their own team, and the plot is unfolding. Everyone gives a vote, collects recommendations, and praises all comers. The first time I wrote a book, looking at this dismal achievement... Alas! It's all up to you!