Chapter 17: The Alarm Over the Airport

Inside and outside the Green Zone of Baghdad was a world of stark contrasts.

The Green Zone had over a dozen entrances and exits. To enter, one had to pass through three layers of security checks, plus a series of barricades lined with anti-vehicle barriers designed to prevent suicide car bomb attacks. Usually, one or two Humvee armored vehicles would be stationed at exits, and at more important entrances, there would even be an M1 Abrams tank. Machine guns mounted on the tanks and Humvees aimed at every approaching person and vehicle.

After the fall of the big brute, he vanished without a trace. To this day, the U.S. military had not caught him. Rumor had it he was hiding somewhere in Iligo, remotely commanding his loyal suicide squads to launch various attacks within the territory. These assaults made the American soldiers who had flown thousands of miles here jittery and paranoid, seeing attackers in every shadow and feeling the urge to pull the trigger at anyone they encountered.

This constant tension led to frequent incidents where U.S. troops mistakenly killed civilians. This was why, when Song Heping delivered the generator set, he only carried a pistol and didn’t bother picking up any weapons from the attackers he neutralized.

If you were not a member of any resistance group, it was best not to carry a gun—it made you an easy target for these nervous soldiers who might just open fire without warning.

Just a month ago, a tragedy unfolded in Iligo. A family, following local customs, fired old AK-47s into the air to celebrate a wedding. Coincidentally, a U.S. patrol squad happened to pass by, mistook the gunfire for an attack, and promptly opened fire on the wedding crowd, slaughtering the bride, groom, and all the guests.

In the end, all the coalition forces offered was a perfunctory “deep regret” from their chief of staff.

In a godforsaken place like Iligo, human life was worth less than a blade of grass.

Today, fortune smiled upon them—the journey to the airport was smooth and uneventful.

Song Heping in the lead vehicle grew gradually familiar with Gray Wolf, an Evenk descendant who had once left his hunting grounds to join the military. He had firsthand experience in the Second Chechen War, had seen bloodshed and killed men, and lost half his company in combat.

After retiring, Gray Wolf found he could no longer return to his homeland and live peacefully as an isolated hunter. Instead, he chose to follow the Cook to this place.

During the ride, Gray Wolf told Song Heping something that left a deep impression: “Once your hands are stained with blood, it’s like being addicted to drugs—you know it’s poison, but you can’t break free.”

With a sharp screech of brakes, the two vehicles finally arrived at the military airport. The entrance was guarded by a checkpoint set up by the temporary management committee, staffed not only by local civil defense forces (ICDC) but also two U.S. soldiers from the 82nd Airborne Division.

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