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

Whoosh, whoosh!

Rockets continued to fall, hitting military camps, government buildings...

Boom! Boom boom!

Flames from the explosion, billowing black smoke...

The intersection leading to Kitaf is located in the northeast of the city.

Sandbags and roadblocks are now standard equipment, given the unrest everywhere, they need to be on guard.

At this moment, a platoon of infantrymen guarding this spot stared wide-eyed as the rockets flew overhead and landed on the garrison camp behind them.

This……

What's going on?

The guerrillas would be lucky to have an RPG, let alone so many rockets!

They were so densely packed, it looked just like a swarm of locusts!

"Oh, damn it, look ahead, look ahead!" A soldier pointed ahead, his eyes filled with terror.

That's right, it's terror!

Black smoke billowed up—that was… a tank unit was moving in!

Are they on our side, or are they guerrillas?

How could guerrillas possibly have tanks? But if they were our own... this posture clearly indicates they're here to attack us!

Hearing his shout, everyone else turned around, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

This is……

"Charge, charge, charge, crush them!" Qin Yuan shouted from inside the first tank, number 502.

At this moment, he was already sitting in the commander's seat. The gunnery position was handed over to a young man from a brother tribe named Majid. This young man had also been trained and patted his chest to guarantee that his accuracy within 200 meters would reach 50%.

This raid will most likely not require firing, so we'll temporarily appoint him as the artillery commander!

Da da da!

Machine guns are firing from behind the sandbag fortifications on the opposite side!

Dangdang Dangdang!

The bullets hit the tank's armor but had no effect whatsoever!

Keep going, keep pushing!

Stopping to fire is a waste of time; what we need now is to press on with full force!

Rumble...

Splash...

As the tank drew closer, you could even see the rifling inside the cannon barrel and the tracks spinning wildly!

"Run!"

The fear in the hearts of the infantrymen guarding this position finally overcame their fighting spirit, and they abandoned their positions and fled in a frenzy.

Boom!

Rumble!

The tank smashed through the roadblock, pushed it aside, and continued moving without slowing down at all!

Rush, rush!

The headquarters is located within the city.

Ring ring, ring ring...

The phone rang urgently.

Khalifa turned his gaze away from the scene of the rocket attack outside and watched his assistant answer the phone.

"Hey, what? A tank unit is coming from Kitaf? Damn it, stop them!"

Tank units!

Khalifa's face was extremely grim. Could it be that the other party was... here to deal with him?

Saada is now an empty city, with less than a thousand soldiers guarding it and not a single tank. It is completely unable to withstand the enemy's attack!

retreat?

Khalifa's expression changed several times, but in the end, he gritted his teeth.

"Bring all the troops back! We'll fight them to the death at headquarters!"

Although he really wanted to run away, as the commander here, if he really ran away, he would be shot when he returned to Sana, so it was better to stay here!

Moreover... even with the current large scale, he remained rational, always feeling that those guys wearing slippers weren't developing that fast, and that they were probably just bluffing!

He has to take a gamble!

"Yes!" the assistant quickly relayed the order.

Time passed second by second, the rocket attack outside had ended, and things seemed to quiet down again.

This silence... is even more terrifying.

36 Alan Ada Street, a two-story building.

White exterior walls, red wooden windows, and above the main entrance hang a sign in a combination of English and Arabic: Yemeni Commercial Bank, Saada Branch.

Since it wasn't yet working hours, only staff members were on duty in the bank, shivering as they looked out the window.

Nothing's happening?

Has the attack ended?

Is this just a case of harassment?

Wait, something's not right!

The tremors from the ground made Tahir, the person in charge of the shift, tremble involuntarily. He struggled to stand up and looked out the second-floor window into the distance.

Amidst billowing black smoke, a convoy of tanks drove up, followed by a large number of pickup trucks!

Could they be coming for us?

Rumble, rumble...

As the tanks drew closer, the trembling in his heart intensified. When the first tank moved onto the road outside the gate, its tracks scraped against the ground, making a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

It's turning!

It turned ninety degrees! The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the gate!

The other tanks also spread out and surrounded the entire bank!

On tank number 502, Qin Yuan opened the hatch, revealing half of his body, and took out a microphone made of rolled-up cardboard.

"Listen up, you inside! You have one minute to come out and surrender. In one minute, we will bombard this place!"

This two-story building is just a brick and stone structure, and it can't withstand the bombardment of a tank cannon at all! Just one shot would make the building collapse!

Tahir and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the terror in each other's eyes.

"This is Yemen Commercial Bank, you... cannot attack civilian targets!" Tahir shouted at the top of his lungs, suppressing his fear.

"That's right, it's a civilian bank, but 90% of the shares are controlled by the so-called Yemeni elites, namely the Salah family!"

Qin Yuan's answer was resounding: "This bank is a tool used by the Salah family to plunder our country's wealth! The wealth stored inside should be returned to the people!"

The remaining 10% is controlled by the Yemeni oil company! In short, it has nothing to do with ordinary people!

Of Yemen's more than 20 million people, only 4% have bank accounts! And these are definitely not ordinary people! Their money was certainly not obtained through legitimate means!

Therefore, they felt no remorse whatsoever about robbing this bank! It was robbing the rich to help the poor! It was righteous!

"You have half a minute left, don't stand against the people!"

"Twenty seconds!"

"Ten seconds!"

"Don't fire!"

One by one, people walked out with their hands raised, their bodies trembling.

Qin Yuan jumped off the tank and walked over with a smile.

"Which guy has the vault key? If we just blow it up, it'll be the people's property that gets damaged."

"What? You're not going to tell me?"

Behind Qin Yuan, the people in the pickup truck had already jumped out and followed. At this moment, Kamal pulled the bolt of his gun with a clatter.

"Me, me, me!" Tahir quickly handed over the key.

"Good, good, not bad, you've managed to set things right and stand on the side of the people!"

Qin Yuan looked behind him: "Let's go, brothers, let's empty those corrupt officials of all the wealth they've plundered!"

With a whoosh, a large group of people rushed inside.

Tahir plopped down on the ground. It's all over, everything's over!

Just then, a voice rang out: "Bring the guy with the key along and make him open the door!"

headquarters.

"What? They went to Alanada Street?" Khalifa's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

I knew it, I knew it, they were...

"Quickly, head to Alanada Street and surround the Saada branch of Yemeni Commercial Bank!"