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Chapter 1292 Farewell, Northern Ski (First update, please subscribe)
In the end what happened?
Although three days have passed, for many people in Baghdad, they still feel like they are in a dream.

In the end what happened?
Nobody knows.

Even Abdullah, the chief of the Baghdad Police Department, did not know what had happened. At this moment, he was in his office, working as usual.

Just like when the uniform change happened a few years ago, he was just doing his job conscientiously... performing the job of a puppet on the strings.

Because he was a little bored, Abdullah walked to the window, put his hands behind his back and looked out.

A 37mm anti-aircraft gun was parked in the middle of a bunker made of randomly piled sandbags in the middle of the street. The slender barrel that gleamed with a black metallic luster was not pointing at the sky, but at the street, where there were some wreckage of cars or tanks.

Several Iraqi policemen in green uniforms leaned weakly behind sandbags, occasionally looking at a group of children playing games on the roadside.

At this time, the sound of gunfire was faintly heard from a distance again - it was the royalists fighting fiercely with the left-wingers or nationalists. They each controlled parts of the city and then attacked each other. Among them, there were both armed civilians and soldiers.

This is Baghdad, a capital city that has lost its backbone and fallen into chaos.

Abdullah returned to his English-style desk. He had no idea who it originally belonged to, but after the revolution a few years ago, like many others, he had some extravagances in his office.

I'd better continue working and take care of some more official business.

Just as Abdullah was about to fulfill his personal responsibilities, he found that he didn't know where to start.

Just like that, the police chief sat in front of his desk, staring blankly at a pile of documents.

In the past few days, he had done everything he should and could do, and now none of the remaining problems were something he could or had the power to solve.

In fact, Baghdad is now in a state of anarchy - not to mention that high-ranking government and military officials such as Qasim and Arif were targeted for elimination, even the mayor and others were attacked by the royalists and either disappeared or died in the attacks.

Now, he is the police chief of Baghdad, the highest-ranking official in the area. The fact that he has not been attacked may be related to his neutrality - the royalists do not see him as a threat, and similarly, the left and the nationalists do not see him as a threat either.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Boom, boom, boom."

Just as Abdullah was worrying at his desk, the door rang at the right time, saving him from his distress.

"Come in."

Abdullah straightened the collar of his military uniform and then spoke loudly.

"Chief, someone wants to see you!"

At this time, someone came in. When Abdullah saw the guest coming in, he opened his eyes wide and said:

"Colonel Hussein, you are abroad, aren't you? And now..."

"Now I am back again as a messenger for His Majesty, Abdullah, my friend, and the King is about to return to Baghdad!"

Hussein looked at his old friend, his lips curled up slightly:

"Now, it's time for you to make a choice!"

choose?

What to choose?
Of course it’s about taking sides, standing on the side of the king or those on the left.

Abdullah looked in another direction and vaguely saw a red flag. That was the Soviet embassy. Now Nanyang had intervened, but the Soviet Union had not responded at all.

What is the best thing about being a puppet?
It means being able to clearly understand the situation. The king is definitely on the upper hand now!

After thinking for a while, Abdullah said:

"You know, my heart has always been loyal to the king!"

While saying this, Abdullah still glanced at the red flag in the distance.

Will the Soviets... intervene?
"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, what happened?"

Inside the embassy, ​​the ambassador called Ivanov and asked loudly.

"What happened that day? How did their missiles hit those buildings? How could they avoid the surrounding buildings and directly wipe out everyone..."

As an ambassador, Ivanov had many questions he wanted to know, and as an officer, Lieutenant Colonel Khalenkov and other officers also had various questions. "Who knows? According to the limited information, their missiles all flew at a very low altitude, and some people even saw the missiles flying. Those missiles are very accurate and can accurately hit a fuel tank or even a car."

Harinkov didn't know if it was real, but it didn't matter now.

"They used missiles to destroy all the Iraqi radar stations, communications facilities, and then their planes destroyed the airport, and all the planes could not take off."

"Take off? Those pilots are basically royalists, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel."

Even Ivanov, as an ambassador, knew how unreliable pilots were. He said:
"It doesn't matter, Comrade Ambassador. The question now is, what should we do?"

Looking at the ambassador, Khalinkov said:
"We have hundreds of comrades in Baghdad. What should we do now? The Nanyang people and the restored king's army are attacking Baghdad. The Iraqis have no intention of resisting. Even in Baghdad, half of the city has fallen into the hands of the king. Now, what should we do?"

When asking the ambassador, Lieutenant Colonel Kharinkov, a pilot who had participated in the Great Patriotic War, was still in extreme shock.

He had fought in the war and even fought all the way to Berlin. He had flown a La-7 and fought German jets over Berlin. He thought that was the most extreme way to fight a war.

But now?
Khalinkov felt that everything was like a battle in a science fiction novel. At the first moment of the war, the missiles from Nanyang destroyed almost all important facilities, including radar stations, ammunition depots, and oil depots. This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that they destroyed the Iraqi leadership.

From senior government officials to military generals, Iraq, which had lost its command, was like a headless fly, completely at a loss in the face of war. Many people even fled the barracks with their weapons and joined the royalists.

It has been three days now and there is chaos everywhere, the city of Baghdad is in chaos and so is the army!

Damn, is this a war?
Khalinkov didn't know, but he knew very well that the way of war had been profoundly changed!

At this moment, an intelligence officer suddenly pushed the door open and said:

"Ambassador, there's news from the police station that they have surrendered to the royalists..."

The sudden news made Ivanov stunned, and then he cursed:
"Damn Qasim, he should have cleaned out all these traitors, these traitors..."

While cursing Kasim's weakness, Ivanov looked at Khalenkov and said:

"Lieutenant Colonel, where is your plane? Is it still at the base? Is it damaged? If possible, you and the others should evacuate from the airport first!"

"Mr. Ambassador, they have destroyed the airport with bombs. Although our plane has not suffered any damage, it has no runway and cannot fly at all!"

After thinking for a while, Harinkov said:

"But maybe we can try it on the grass between the runways. After all, the An-12 transport plane can take off in adverse conditions!"

"No, but we have to evacuate our people immediately! I will have them all meet up at the air force base, you must be ready!"

Habubaniya Air Base!
Although there was no chaos in the base at this time, the Iraqi soldiers did not have any good feelings towards the Soviets. Most of these soldiers, especially the pilots, were trained during the king's era, and they basically leaned towards the king. This was why some officers in the base fled, because they knew very well what this place was - the base camp of the royalists.

And now, Khalinkov and others were surrounded by a group of Iraqi soldiers armed with AK47s - there were several corpses on the ground, the bodies of Soviet soldiers. Just a few minutes ago, they had tried to destroy the MiG fighters in the boxes, but their action failed!

"We can help you leave, but the plane must stay!"

Major Khalid looked at Khalinkov and said:

"Those planes belonged to Iraq."

As a member of the royalist party, after learning about the situation in Baghdad, Khalid immediately contacted his friends to take control of the base and protect all the aircraft, especially the sixteen MiG-21s. Although only one has been assembled so far, it is the best aircraft for Iraq.

"You know, I can't make you any promises."

Lieutenant Colonel Khalinkov said directly:
"We will definitely destroy the plane. This is our duty!"

They have tried, but failed...

After taking a look at the bodies of several comrades on the ground, Khalinkov said:

"We need to take them with us, Major. I hope you can allow me to do so."

Now that their attempt has failed, they can return to the Soviet Union without being held accountable. It is time to consider their own safety.

"No problem, but from now on, you and your friends can only stay in the room until all your people are gathered. Then you can leave by plane. If your plane can take off from the grass."

Two days later, three An-12 transport planes took off from the airport, with nearly Soviet soldiers and civilians crammed into the cabin. As the planes took off, Lieutenant Colonel Khalinkov glanced in the direction of Baghdad and said to himself:
"We lost Iraq after all..."

(End of this chapter)