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Chapter 1291: Changes in the Times (Third update, please subscribe)
The water of the Euphrates River gently rocks the boats on the river. The gentle breeze stirs the reeds. The reed flowers floating in the wind have a gentle beauty. The entire reed field is surrounded by a romantic pure white.

River water, boats, and reeds!
All this was as beautiful as an oil painting. On a nearby road, a T34 tank was half-buried behind the fortifications, with its black muzzle pointing straight ahead. A team of Iraqi soldiers on duty nearby looked into the distance from time to time, but most of the time, they cast their eyes toward the sky.

Their biggest threat comes from the sky - air strikes never stop, with fighter jets bombing and helicopters attacking.

However, most of them were huddled there, holding their rifles and smoking, and some soldiers were complaining about why they should resist.

"The king has always ruled here, why should we stop the king?"

"That's because our brigade commander is Qasim's nephew..."

"Qasim is already dead!"

Not everyone gave up resistance. Some chose to resist, like Qassem's relatives, and the support group he built near Baghdad by providing 34000 houses and jobs.

But for these soldiers, they were not willing to die to protect the dead.

Just as people were complaining, Hassan suddenly heard a sound in the air, and he immediately shouted:
"Be quiet, there's movement in the sky!"

At the same time, Hassan looked up into the sky and searched for a while before he found a stable little black dot in the area where the sound came from.

"Plane! It's a Nanyang reconnaissance plane! Hurry, find a place to hide!"

When the sharp-eyed Iraqi soldiers saw the plane appearing in the sky, they all shouted loudly in fear. The running people ran back to the trench at a very fast speed and jumped in.

Hassan also ran to the trench and jumped in as fast as he could. Many people had already run over in front of him, and even more of his companions were running back behind him. Some guys, perhaps because they were too nervous, actually fell down on the way to the trench.

"Quick! Quick Mahmed, run!"

Hansou was lying on the trench and saw Mahmoud running back, so he shouted at him anxiously.

"Get down! It's the Eye of Death!"

"Death is coming!"

At this moment, there was a whistling sound in the air, and rockets fell from the sky like iron rain.

This is the Nanyang "Thunderstorm" rocket launcher. Since it was first put into actual combat in India, in the past ten years or so, it has long become a famous brand of Nanyang weapons, selling well in more than a dozen countries, and has performed extremely well in all previous wars.

And in Iraq, it has transformed into a real god of death.

Moreover, there are always signs of its appearance. First, those small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft appear above their heads, and then the drones begin to hover above their heads.

Then, it wouldn't be long before shells or rockets rained down on their heads.

It is for this reason that those unmanned reconnaissance aircraft have the nicknames "Eye of Death" or "Death".

The moment rockets fell like raindrops, continuous explosions instantly enveloped the entire road, and the thunder-like explosions tore through the silence on the road.

These rockets explode in mid-air under the action of proximity fuses. Each rocket explodes 35 bullets in the air. Each submunition contains nearly a thousand small steel balls. A rocket will produce tens of thousands of steel balls at the moment of explosion, which will not only bring devastating blows to unprotected infantry, but the steel balls weighing 12 grams can even destroy targets such as trucks.

At the moment when the explosion area was shrouded in billowing smoke, hundreds of thousands of steel balls whizzed around. The devastating blow caused by the rocket launcher was far beyond people's imagination. The Iraqi soldiers in it did not even have time to react before they were torn into pieces by the steel rain falling from the sky.

After a round of rocket fire, Hassan saw Mahmed - he, like the others, had turned into a pile of minced meat. In the smoke that had not yet dissipated, there was bloody flesh everywhere!
Breathing in the choking smell of gunpowder, Hassan was dumbfounded like everyone else. They did not feel any joy at having survived, only fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Death, Death..."

Suddenly, someone pointed at the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft in the sky and screamed in horror. It was still hovering in the air. What did this mean?
Death may come again at any time!

Hassan, like everyone else, also saw the scout drone hovering above them, but in this open area, they had nowhere to hide. In order to avoid being blown to pieces by rockets dropping from the sky, Hassan suddenly shouted:

"Are there any sheets?"

Soon a white sheet was taken out by them, and they waved the white sheet and short-sleeved vest at the drone.

This was the first time in history that a human had surrendered to a drone.

Such a scene was naturally transmitted through television cameras hundreds of kilometers away. The drone operators looked at these surrendering Iraqi soldiers. Although the picture was a little blurry, they could still see the fear from the bottom of their hearts!

He couldn't help but said:

"Sir, you see they are surrendering to our reconnaissance plane..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, the officer was stunned for a moment and said:

"Maybe, we have changed the pattern of the battlefield!"

Almost half an hour later, Lieutenant Cheng Zihai stood on the tank and looked into the distance. He could no longer see the billowing black smoke that he had seen when he first arrived here, and the sound of gunfire was already far away from him.

In front of him were hundreds of Iraqi soldiers raising their hands in surrender. They walked over with white flags and their hands raised high. They threw weapons such as Mosin Naganat and AK47 on the ground. Not far away, there were two intact T34/85 tanks.

"Sir, is this war?" At this time, gunner Qi Guowei came out of the turret, looked at these Iraqi soldiers, and said:

"I thought war was a life-and-death struggle, but now..."

Looking at the Iraqis in front of him, Qi Guowei didn't even know how to describe his feelings.

It feels like a heavy punch on cotton - a feeling of powerlessness.

"This is war!"

Cheng Zihai said:
"War is a life-and-death struggle, but because our war technology is far ahead of theirs, they... are simply unable to fight back."

After taking a puff of cigarette and sitting on the turret, Cheng Zihai glanced at the sky. Dozens of armed helicopters and dozens of general-purpose helicopters were roaring past their heads.

"So, facing death, they chose to surrender..."

This kind of technological suppression is something they have never felt before. For the Iraqi army and even the world's armies, their understanding of war is still stuck in the World War II era, but Nanyang has ushered in a new era of war. This kind of warfare mode is something they have never experienced, let alone for a small country like Iraq, even for big countries.

At a military airport near Najaf, Soviet military advisers were also at a loss. Electronic interference not only interfered with radar, but also radio communications.

"We have become completely deaf and blind. We can neither see the enemy nor hear any orders."

Looking at the Iraqi soldiers at the airport, Korshevich frowned and said:

"Is this the type of warfare we need to face in the future? Is this how Westerners fight wars?"

"I have no idea,"

Nicholas shook his head, stared at the Iraqis, and said:
"Now, we have to consider one thing, whether to stay here and become a prisoner of the Nanyang people, or to leave here!"

Looking at the major beside him, Nicholas said:
"If we don't leave, we'll all be captured, Comrade Major."

"Walk?"

Korshevich asked:

"go there?"

"Let's go to Baghdad first. Before we can move, leave here and go to Baghdad to join our comrades, and then go to Syria, where we also have our advisory group. We can go to Egypt from there."

"How do we get there? The runway has been destroyed, and they are guarding the planes..."

Korshevich lowered his voice and said:

"The Iraqi air force is full of royalists, they will never allow us to get close to the plane!"

"Let's drive!"

Nicholas said:
"I have an Iraqi friend who I'm close to, and he said he could get us a truck so we can leave here."

"What about the planes here?"

Korshevich's eyes turned to the hangars - there were MiG-19 fighter jets parked in the hangars, all of which were provided to Iraq by the Soviet Union. They came here to train Iraqi pilots and ground crew.

"The most important thing now is that we survive. Besides, some officers have already escaped!"

Soon, Korshevich and his group of more than 1 people drove a Foton truck and quietly left the air force base. Less than half an hour after they left, a team of Nanyang Army officers and soldiers drove into the base without encountering any resistance. Most of the Iraqi pilots were trained during the king's era, and some pilots had even been trained in Nanyang to learn how to fly F fighter jets.

The arrival of the Nanyang Army was naturally welcomed by them, and the leading intelligence officer asked about the whereabouts of those Soviet advisers as soon as they met.

After learning that they had left, the intelligence officer breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Okay, the biggest trouble is finally solved..."

For Nanyang, the Soviet advisers in Iraq were the biggest trouble. Since those people could not be taken as prisoners, let alone killed, the best way was to let them leave on their own.

And their departure naturally saved them a lot of trouble.

On the fifth day of the war, the flag of the Kingdom of Iraq was raised in Najaf, and tens of thousands of troops marched straight towards the city of Baghdad, crushing all enemies in their path.

It was at this time that news came from the north - the army sent to the north by Qasim to suppress the Kurdish uprising announced the launch of an uprising. They killed left-wing and pan-Arab officers, reached a ceasefire agreement with the Kurdish armed forces, and declared allegiance to the king.

At this moment, the situation in Iraq has really changed!

Baghdad, which was already in turmoil, finally lowered the flag of the Republic and raised the flag of the Kingdom of Iraq again after five days of chaos.

The royalists in the city immediately took control of the entire Baghdad!

(End of this chapter)