Chapter 285: Sleepless Night

'Hurry! Bring all the tank armoured vehicles here, form a circle, and concentrate all the machine guns, grenade guns and mortars you can find. If we can just hold out until dawn, we'll be able to eliminate those sons of bitches with the help of the air force!'

Brigadier General Harby shouted out his orders, and dozens of armoured tanks rolled into the camp at his command, quickly surrounding Harby's troops . All the American soldiers took cover behind the armoured vehicles, holding their guns, waiting quietly for the arrival of the unhinged Iraqi prisoners.

Brigadier General Harb was sitting in his office at the moment, and through the window he could see the armoured vehicles forming a circle around his barracks. Watching the American soldiers, who were already on high alert, he let out a sigh of relief.

He looked in the distance and saw red flames everywhere. Harbi knew that was the result of the Iraqi prisoners of Camp Shoal breaking into the weapons depot.

Although he had never experienced a campfire, Harbi understood that the people at the campfire were irrational. Now that they had weapons, they had become even more crazy. They bombed the barracks aimlessly, and shot indiscriminately, killing anyone they saw, whether enemy or friend. All kinds of shouts were constantly being passed on, which sounded to Harbi like desperate shouts of despair from the depths of hell.

'God God, how could this happen? I must be the most disgraceful American general since the Korean War!

Harby his mouth spewing abuse, his hand clenched into a fist, slamming it down on the table. He looked very frustrated. After all, back at the rear, the uproar caused by the mismanagement of the prisoners of war had led to the collapse of the entire army. This one incident was enough to nail him to the post of shame in the United States.

At the moment he could already imagine the ridicule and abuse he would face at the end of the day, as well as the investigations from Congress and the military court. He would be held responsible no matter what.

At the moment there were less than 3,000 American soldiers surrounding the Habbaniyah barracks. This was the maximum number he could muster after discovering the camp's defection, while the other soldiers were either killed in the first wave of the attack, or they spontaneously organised a defence, but were cut off by the dense ranks of Iraqi prisoners of war and were unable to join forces for the time being.

This was There was nothing they could do about it. After all, since modern times, the US army has hardly ever encountered anything like the camp whistle, so gradually, some of the means of defending against the camp whistle were lacking. For example, apart from there were no obstacles other than barbed wire fences between the barracks, and the armoury was within easy reach of the prisoner of war camp. These were undoubtedly the major taboos of the military camp, but they actually happened in Avali.

Suddenly , like popping peas, and the explosions of mortars and grenade launchers sounded one after the other. Haby knew that his soldiers were engaging with the Iraqi prisoners of war.

Standing looking down from the window, he saw countless densely packed human silhouettes charging towards his defensive line in the light of the fire. He knew that they were all individual Iraqi prisoners of war. Relying on the US soldiers guarded by tanks and armoured vehicles quickly opened fire. With the machine gun's wildly spitting flames, the densely packed human figures fell like chopping leeks, but the following people were not afraid of this at all and continued to charge forward fearlessly.

'Really are a bunch of crazies who have lost their minds. Although they are terrifying, they will stop here.'

Habi let out a sigh of relief. He looked up at the sky. Due to the explosions and burning on the ground, a large amount of smoke and dust had covered the stars in the sky, which made Harpy subconsciously frown and mutter, 'Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night full of madness and helplessness. I just hope that dawn will come soon.'

A simple prayer obviously cannot influence the course of the war. When countless prisoners of war who have lost their minds charge forward like mindless zombies, towards the American line of defence, in the prisoner of war camp that Harby could not see, Qian Jun and Yaxin had already organised more than 20,000 Iraqi prisoners of war who had come to their senses.

Collective is easy to get lost in, but that is more because of being in the group. Watching everyone around you lose their minds in a frenzy, it is easy to go crazy yourself. This is It's like football fans at a match. Once someone starts shouting, it's easy to get the whole crowd going, and it's easy for the two groups of fans to get into a large-scale violent conflict. This is also an important reason for the prevalence of football violence.

However if you just take people out of the group and remove the group atmosphere, these lunatics can easily calm down, and that's what Qian Jun and Yaxian did.

They first took a small number of the officers they saw and brought them out, and then let these experienced and authoritative officers slowly bring the soldiers who had gone mad back a little from their frenzy. Once they had the first soldiers to calm down, they slowly brought more and more people out. Soon, in less than an hour, Qian Jun and his men had brought out more than 20,000 soldiers.

'Dear soldiers of Allah, I know that you have been treated like pigs and dogs in the American prisoner of war camps. They will force you to bark like dogs and eat pork. They just want to turn you into their slaves! So, thanks to Allah's call, and now we have all escaped from our prison cells. It was Allah who heard the cries of His people and saved us!'

Ahrens standing on top of a tank, shouting to the more than 20,000 Iraqi prisoners of war in front of him. At this time, an American soldier was pulled onto the tank. Yahian grabbed the American soldier by the hair and said to everyone said Yahiya, grabbing the American soldier by the hair and pointing him out to everyone: 'Look, this is the American soldier who used to enslave you. He probably stabbed you in the butt and probably peed on your head. So now he's in our hands. What should we do?'

'Kill him! Kill him!' shouted all the Iraqi prisoners of war with red eyes, as if Yahian's words had reminded them of the previous abuse in the prison cell.

'Then as you wish.' As he said this, Yahien brandished a knife and beheaded the American soldier, and the scene erupted in the loudest cheers.

Then Yahien said, 'Everyone saw that? This is the Americans, they can cry and beg for mercy, and they can die after being beheaded. So we cannot be enslaved by this disgusting nation, we must return to the country that Allah has given us, and we must settle the score with the Americans again!'

Finally, pointed north and shouted to everyone, 'Now our friends are attacking Cuba, let's go back and join them. In order to finally come back, we have to go and poke those Americans in the butt, and we have to pee on their heads too!'

As Yahi Yahin's shouting got louder and louder, and the cheers from the crowd reached a crescendo, as if everyone had fallen into a frenzy that was even crazier than the campfire.

After some ideological work followed naturally by departure. After all, with the US military's firepower, no matter how many people there are, they will not be enough to kill him. The reason why the Americans have not yet moved is simply because at night, the air force cannot distinguish between friend and foe and dare not act rashly; however, if it were to be daytime, under the firepower of the American military trinity, these Iraqi prisoners of war, who have only seized a few weapons from the arsenal, would become nothing more than sitting ducks.

So these 2 Iraqi prisoners of war left Al-Awali under the leadership of Qian Jun and headed towards the direction of Qubal.

Standing at the entrance of Al-Awali military camp, Qian Jun suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back at the camp, which was still burning and howling. It seemed that in the sky full of flames, he could still see the crazy shadows of the prisoners of war.

Qian Jun couldn't help unconsciously let out a sigh, and his heart went out to the prisoners of war for a moment in silence. After all, those prisoners of war were to be abandoned like this, and he could not imagine what would await the Iraqi prisoners of war after dawn.

Although it is said that there are always casualties in any military action, the problem is that these Iraqi prisoners of war did not choose to be sacrificed on their own initiative, but as a result of their own clamouring. It can be said that they they chose themselves to be sacrificed. Although Qian Jun understood that someone would inevitably have to be sacrificed in this operation, he still felt unable to bear the sight of these people being sent to hell by his own hands.

Fortunately, this kind of happened in Iraq, not China.

Qian Jun finally thought to himself, and then resolutely followed the footsteps of the group, heading towards the direction of Qubal, while in the city of Basra, the Iraqi army there was also not idle.

It was now It is already past eleven at night, but the lights in the top operations room are still on. Zou Yue is still at the war map, his eyes red from lack of sleep.

Suddenly the office opened, and his adjutant brought in an Iraqi officer, who reported that all the Iraqi troops in Basra had assembled and were ready to go at any time.

Zou Yue nodded and immediately gave the order: 'Very well, set off immediately!'

This order surprised the Iraqi officer, who cautiously asked, 'Do we have to leave now? There's still no news from the Alawite side in the south.'

'Speed is of the essence in war speed. By the time news arrives from there, it will be too late. Don't forget that it's over 30 kilometres from Busra to Qubayr, and we need to finish the battle before dawn, so we must leave early. As for Qubayr, I believe my soldiers will do their best to complete the mission, no matter what!

Zou Yue paused and paused for a moment, then added: 'Also remember to bring all of Basra's best troops and as much ammunition as possible. After all, they are the US army, and we must put in more than 500% of our strength to ensure that we annihilate the enemy.'

'General, rest assured, the mission will be accomplished!' The Iraqi officer promised and went out to pass on the order.

Zou Yue's deputy did not go out with him. Instead, he advised Zou Yue, 'General, judging by the time, both the prisoner of war unit from Al-Wali and the armoured unit from Basra will arrive in Kubar at least two hours from now. You can rest for a while.'

Faced with this suggestion, Zou Yue waved his hand helplessly: 'The battle is imminent, how could I possibly feel like resting now? Not to mention the fact that I've only been awake for a day, even if I hadn't slept for three days and nights I would still have to hang on! needless to say, you pay close attention to the news about Kubal and Avali, and if there is any news, you must report it to me immediately!'

After saying this, Zou Yue went to the window, looked at the sky full of stars and sighed, 'Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, but I just don't know what kind of revelry it will bring.'