Crossing through time 04, I blew up the American aircraft carrier.

The sky was very blue, and below were endless mountains.

Most of the mountains are bare, with only a few slopes covered in terraced fields, layer upon layer, like a painting.

A dilapidated pickup truck was driving on a dirt road in the mountains.

The tan body of the car had obscured the original paint color, and black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe. The engine roared at full power, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

In the back of the truck, there were about a dozen young people sitting.

White headscarves, khaki headscarves, and some without headscarves, revealing thick hair.

They wore long robes, their exposed skin was dark, and they held AK rifles high in their hands, symbolizing the equality of all beings, their eyes filled with determination.

At the right rear of the car, a young man slowly opened his eyes.

Those dark eyes looked at the weapon in their hands with a blank expression.

The lightweight 191 automatic rifle is gone; the gun in his hand is somewhat old, with peeling paint on the orange handguard, several rust marks on the metal receiver, and the trigger worn smooth.

Without even a slanted muzzle brake, is this the oldest AK-47?

Take another look at your body.

The Type 21 combat uniform was gone; he was now wearing a khaki-colored robe, his legs were tanned to a bronze color, and combat boots...

Where can I find combat boots?

Barefoot, with a pair of slippers dangling from them!

The car was bumping along, and my slippers seemed like they could fall off at any moment, but they stayed firmly on my feet, as if they had become one with my toes...

Qin Yuan was a little confused. Who am I? Where am I?

As a member of the Marine Corps, Qin Yuan was on escort duty in the Gulf of Aden with the 45th escort fleet. At that time, he was sitting in a Z-20 shipborne helicopter, his body was swaying back and forth, and his vision blurred...

The Z-20 helicopter has been turned into a beat-up pickup truck, and its entire equipment has been replaced by a tattered robe, tattered slippers, and a broken gun?

What's going on?

Beside him, a young man wearing a white headscarf and a white robe was very happy to see that he had woken up.

"Hassan, you can even fall asleep in this bumpy pickup truck! The thought of going to teach those damned enemies a lesson gets me all excited..."

The young man chattered away while holding his AK-47 high in the air.

Looking at that long face, those deep-set eyes, that narrow nose, and those thick lips, Qin Yuan finally spoke: "You are... an Arab?"

"Hey, Hassan, what's wrong with you? Still suffering from malaria? Are you delirious with fever? Before we left, the old chief repeatedly told me to take good care of you, after all, you're his only son..."

Old Chief?

and many more!

Countless memories flooded Qin Yuan's mind, causing him a splitting headache.

Hassan-Yahya, from the northern mountains of Yemen, was the son of the chief of a small tribe called Hadza, which was part of the Hashid tribal alliance, and a member of a collateral branch of the Yahya family.

Although the tribe was poor, Hassan had a good childhood. He was given priority to eat the fruits he picked, the game he hunted, and the crops grown by the tribe.

For a poor country where the average annual income is only a few dozen dollars, this is already a pretty good life!

But a few years later, when Zaidi propaganda pamphlets were distributed to the Hadza tribe, Hassan-Yahya became fascinated with them. He even left the tribe to attend several classes.

Upon his return, Hassan-Yahya became a member of the glorious Youth Faith Organization!

From that time on, his old chief father always had a look of worry in his eyes.

Soon, more than a dozen young men in the tribe joined the youth faith organization.

The situation was calm for the first few years, until last year, in 2003, when the Iraqi-Camel War broke out and the Yemeni government openly supported the United States!

Many people protested in front of the Sana'a Grand Mosque, and then... they were brutally suppressed, with thousands reportedly arrested on the spot.

Hassan-Yahya was suffering from malaria at the time and couldn't go there, but when he heard about it, he was filled with righteous indignation!

What's even more infuriating is that the government wasn't satisfied and actually tried to wipe out the youth religious organizations, so the fighting broke out in Saada province.

Countless young people, dressed in tattered robes and slippers, carrying Soviet-made rifles from the civil war of previous years, went to the battlefield!

The pickup truck belongs to the chief of the Hadza tribe, and it's the only one in the entire tribe!

Most of the young men on the bus were from the Hadza tribe.

For example, the young man next to Hassan-Yahya, Sayyid, is an Adasi who grew up with him from the same tribe.

Their mission is to support their comrades in Maz Town.

Having merged the memories, Qin Yuan was still somewhat incredulous that he had actually transmigrated into Hassan-Yahya and become a member of the Slipper Army.

Countless words echoed in his mind.

There are no Houthi who surrender in the Middle East, only the slipper army that fights to the death!

Punching Americans, kicking David, taking life and death lightly, if you're not convinced, then fight!

The last tough nut to crack in the entire region!

Qin Yuan felt the blood in his body slowly boiling. Since he was here, he might as well... enjoy himself.

At that moment, Hamid, the commander of this Hadza tribe reinforcement force who had taught Hassan-Yahya years ago, suddenly poked his head out from the passenger seat.

"Brave young men, we're about to reach the battlefield, let's sing a song!"

"yes!"

"America must die, David must die, curse..."

The resounding song echoed through the valley, and everyone was filled with boundless energy.

Qin Yuan didn't speak, but instead frowned!

Nearby, Said was singing at the top of his lungs when he noticed that Qin Yuan was acting strangely. He stopped singing and reached out to touch Qin Yuan's forehead.

Is the malaria still not cured?

"Attention, artillery fire!" Qin Yuan suddenly shouted.

Next, push off with your buttocks and legs, whoosh!

The two slippers landed smoothly on the ground, and the next moment, with a clatter...

Slippers shuffled across the ground as Qin Yuan quickly darted behind a large rock by the roadside.

A whistling sound rang out in the air.

boom!

A fireball erupted, and the earth trembled.

The shell exploded on the road nearly a hundred meters behind the pickup truck. The accuracy was... Qin Yuan was speechless.

Everyone else in the pickup truck jumped out and moved to the side of the road to avoid the danger.

The driver gripped the steering wheel, and the pickup truck drove off the dirt road toward safety.

The only pickup truck in the entire fleet can't be destroyed on the battlefield!

Just as Qin Yuan's gaze was fixed ahead, Said ran to his side.

"Hassan, you're amazing! How did you figure that out?"

It's simple. As the shell flies, it compresses the air in front of it, and my eardrums felt uncomfortable just now, similar to the feeling during the exercise...

However, there is no time to answer Said's question now.

Buzz, buzz buzz...

As the roar of engines rose in the distance, the earth began to tremble.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as a... tank drove out of a haystack by the roadside.

With its rounded turret and low-slung hull, this is the T-55 tank that the Soviet Union provided during the Yemeni Civil War!

Behind the tank followed dozens of infantrymen! They were clearly waiting there on purpose to intercept reinforcements!

Hamid yelled, "Rocket launcher operator, go! Blow it up!"

A young man wearing a white headscarf immediately shouted, "Yes!"

After saying that, he bravely stood up, grabbed his RPG, and charged forward.

Fear doesn't exist in the dictionary of the Slipper Army!

"Don't go up there and get yourself killed!" Qin Yuan shouted.