Three o’clock struck, and his hands clenched his radio, waiting for any news of the convoy from the reconnaissance teams. Half an hour passed without any movement! Everyone started to get nervous, it was past 3:30 in the afternoon without any trace of it! The voice of the operations commander came through the device: Information leaked, they now know, the convoy took another route!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-What? Tears fell from his eyes! Information leak? The tiredness of two months was in vain, all this waiting, how!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mustafa whispered to him, and he took a sniping position and got ready: Calm down, Ruslan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mustafa whispered to him, and he took a sniping position and got ready: Calm down, Ruslan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-He began scanning the area with his binoculars, then turned towards him: If there was a leak of information, do you think the American army will let us get out of here safely?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– The blood in his veins was frozen: Are we in an ambush?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Mustafa with his eyes in his binoculars: They are them, I swear, I warned him, I told him not to do it, but he did not listen to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Ruslan: Who do you mean?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mustafa: Three days ago, we counted the munitions. We had a shortage of RPGs. We wanted more. The operations commander decided to request them from one of the extremist organizations. I alerted him and told him their situation was suspicious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ruslan: Suspicious? Why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mustafa: Most of their leaders are former Iraqi intelligence officers, who have been terrorizing and torturing us and the people of Iraq. Most of their operations are in the markets among civilians. In the guise of religion, they promote sectarianism among Iraqis. Their aim is to alienate people from resistance, tear the social fabric, and foster internal sectarian fighting. They create enemies for us from our fellow countrymen, to divert the compass from the occupier’s fight. They have huge funding. They have a monopoly on weapons, and missiles, nobody knows where they bring them from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was silent for a moment and then continued: He asked them for the missiles, but they refused, they refused to give us one bullet unless they knew where we would use it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Ruslan: Did he tell them the plan?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mustafa: No, he needed missiles. He only told them that we would target an American convoy in the Mansour neighborhood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He sighed, his face turned red, then added: I alerted him, I did, I said that we do not want them, we have the IEDs and the missiles we have are enough, but he insisted on more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They were interrupted by the voice of the operations commander whispering through the radio: Reconnaissance planes are over the area, be careful, do not make any movement, keep coordination via radios only as necessary, at night withdraw from your positions in silence in batches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The minutes passed breathless, he looked at his watch, it was four in the afternoon, they could not withdraw before at least three hours. Suddenly they heard a whistling sound they knew well, it lasted less than a second, then an explosion sounded 100 meters away from them. A missile landed in a building where the first intrusion group was located. The reconnaissance plane saw them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is known that you will not hear the sound of the bullet that will kill you. The sound of the projectile, whatever its type, goes against the direction and around it. If a missile heads directly towards you, you will never hear it, like a snake that bites you in complete silence, but if you hear it for a second, it will probably fall 30-100 meters away, two seconds 100-200 meters. The longer you hear it beeping, the farther it falls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Less than half a minute later, another whistling sound, which lasted for 3 seconds, fell into a building where the second intrusion squad was stationed, it was scheduled to strike the middle of the convoy. A few seconds later, another whistle, for a longer time, struck the 3rd intrusion group.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The reconnaissance planes were watching the whole time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ruslan’s eyes froze as smoke rose from the building of the First Intrusion group; Raman is there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mustafa’s finger stiffened on the trigger, his eyes shed tears, he could no longer see, a cloud of tears blinded him, for a moment, he remembered that his work is above everything, above personal relationships, his mental health, and even himself. He wiped it and went on to do what he was doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few minutes after the continuous barrage of whistling, then the area was swamped with American Hummers, their storming teams arrived, to finish off those who remained and capture those who could capture them. Soldiers cautiously approached the buildings, then suddenly the sound of Kalashnikovs, an exchange of fire not far from them, the three groups, they are fighting, they are resisting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He took out a handkerchief and started wiping his brother’s tears: focus, Ruslan, focus please, now is your turn, now is your turn, hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hugged it passionately to his chest, it relaxed in his surrendering hands, his lips barely touching its neck, his breath igniting the flame of its longing, lust inside it waiting, he gently moved his finger, winking its waist. It groaned, giving a kiss that lodged in the first soldier’s head. He gave it a kiss on the neck, my darling, today’s the day, my love, don’t let me down. And it didn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A second kiss, a third, a fourth, a fifth, the three lover’s kisses rained down on the storming soldiers from all directions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The voices of verbal glorification of God on the radios became louder, the intensity of the clash increased, and the kisses increased, the soldiers retreated back, away from the besieged fighters, they took cover between the two buildings, and let the reconnaissance planes try to detect the snipers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A voice on the radio, a fighter from the first intrusion group, shouted: Mustafa what are you doing, Mustafa, stop! Stop, you are shooting at us directly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-What? He froze, without any movement, looked at Ruslan, then the two of them looked at the ceiling together. He is above us, an American sniper, right above us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Now it is the surrounding protector’s turn, said Ruslan<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He carried his Kalashnikov weapon, opened the apartment door cautiously, the stairs to his right, slowly ascended, and reached the door of the upper apartment, the design of this apartment is identical to the design of the apartment below. He must be stationed in the same room we were in, it’s directly opposite the door, and between them is a hall. If he closes his room door, I won’t be able to see him, what about the protector of his surroundings? Breaking the door and shooting is not the best option, you have to open it and explore the situation first, stand aside, took a breath, extended his hand to the doorknob, hoping it was not locked, then opened it, slowly exhaled, held his weapon in both hands, bent his back slightly, took the intrusion position, extended his head carefully<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Directly in front of him in the room, the sniper was lying down, busy shooting at the fighters. Where is the surrounding protector? He looked around the hall, no sign of anyone, and decided quickly, to kill the sniper and then see the protector, draw the weapon in front of him, drop his load on his left foot, and throw a barrage of bullets into his back, and his skull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh, shit, a scream of the word shit came from the corner of the dreaded room, it’s the surrounding guard, Ruslan speeding up, sound from the left corner, walking towards the door, gently, at the blink of an eye, pushing himself on the ground, and leaving a thrusting force pulling him into the room, his gun at its left Angle, another barrage of bullets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He sat on his knee, bent his second foot, and hit the tip of his rifle hard on the ground three times. This is a sign that was agreed upon with Mustafa. If you hear the bullets and did not hear this sign, then they have got me, brother, and our meeting place will be the Paradise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And if you hear it, the mission of the protector of the surrounding is over, and the mission of the sniper of Mesopotamia has begun. A meter away from him was a dead body crumpled atop a DM\/SR (bolt action designated sniper rifle) with a silencer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He shoved the body aside, and took a sniping position, his eyes are in the binoculars, “where are the rest of you?” His face was towards the building where his companions were. Half of it was completely destroyed, and in the other half, those who survived the bombing took shelter in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well, baby, you’re mine now, he closed his eyes,” years of concentrating in the void, contemplating nothing, if it helps, it is for now, you do not see with your eyes but with your heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where you could be hiding, the idea gleaned in his head, this sniper here on the top floor, they would not put two snipers on one side, that is perfect for exposing the building, there must be another sniper, on the opposite side, somewhere exactly opposite where he could expose the whole other side of the building. he moved his binoculars, a little right there, “I know you’re there; your position is perfect. He pointed his binoculars at a window over which a gray curtain dropped, the rest of the windows have no curtains closed, yes, the sign of a sniper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Remember, your prey is betting on your impatience, be patient, if it takes a whole day. The soldiers have pulled back, hiding behind his curtain knowing our snipers are there, you are there, you will show your head once they are back to storm, I know that, you must be there, your position is perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Minutes passed, the shelling came back again, one second, two and three beeps, violent clashes on the ground, his eyes did not budge from his binoculars, whispering,” your head will show – Come on, your friends need you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His eyes twinkled, and the edge of the curtain was moving, “it is you, a gun with a head behind it, waiting for a kiss.” He took a breath… kept it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the sake of God, he just combats,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
breaks the silence in front of injustice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for him, we get off hats,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
holds a sniper to protect this and that,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dealing with the usurper as a rice rat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It fired her kiss, in the middle of the target.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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