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

Ali Abdul Saleh was born in 1942. He graduated from the Sana'a Military Academy in 1964 and became the commander of the Taiz Military District in 1975.

This man, who was highly regarded by the king, rebelled against him and, three years later, with the support of Eto, overthrew the monarchy!

Saleh has been in this position for over thirty years, and his family has naturally come to control the lifeline of the country.

His younger brother, Mohammed Saleh Ahmael, is the Air Force Commander; his younger brother, Ali Muhsin Ahmed, is the Commander of the 1st Armored Division. His son, Ahmed, is the Commander of the Republican Guard; his eldest nephew, Amar, is the Deputy Commander of the National Security Forces; his second nephew, Yahya, is the Commander of the Central Security Forces; and another nephew, Tariq, is the Commander of the Presidential Guard…

Such a family, controlling the entire country, must be incredibly wealthy, with a total fortune of over 60 billion US dollars, while the country's annual GDP is only 30 billion!

Mahd Saleh Mahmood, the person in charge of the national finances in the Saleh family and Saleh's distant cousin, was furious.

After hanging up the phone, he went directly to Saleh and the others.

"Salih, some of our family's assets stored in Saada have been robbed by those youth believer organizations in Saada province!" Mahad was furious.

The loss of tens of millions is a drop in the ocean compared to their family's wealth, but it is a bad sign. If others do the same, their family will be in trouble in the future!

"What?" Saleh was also annoyed with Qilin: "If that's the case, then what are we waiting for? Send the First Armored Division over there to quell the rebellion!"

"The terrain there is not suitable for armored units," Ali shook his head.

Mountainous areas! Historically, they have been difficult to conquer. Afghanistan has been able to hold out for so many years, and neither the Soviet Union nor the United States could do anything about them, all thanks to the mountainous terrain!

Then look at Yituo, a flat plain surrounded by desert, which simply cannot withstand the attack of the US-led coalition.

Due to the limitations of mountainous terrain, tank units cannot fully utilize their numerical advantage!

A company is practically the maximum number that can be deployed! And it's also very vulnerable to ambushes!

"What do we do then? We absolutely cannot let this go!"

"Most of Sadah's terrain is plateau and mountainous, with only the northeast bordering the Rub' al Khali Desert. If we attack from the south and Shah's armored forces attack from the north... we can definitely wipe out these guerrillas in flip-flops!" Ali said.

A pincer attack from the north and south!

Everyone's eyes lit up, but Mahad was still somewhat worried: "Would Shah be willing? A few years ago..."

In previous years, Sha was still supporting the royalists and republicans in their fight, and the main force of the royalists was the Zaide faction!

"Of course it is. The existence of this youth faith organization is also very disadvantageous to me, Sha. After all, the organization's slogan is to oppose the United States, and I am not just a little too close to the United States!" Ali said with certainty.

There are US military bases in Shah's country!

Saleh nodded: "That's right, we can definitely get Sha's help. If the Youth Faith Organization grows too big, it won't benefit Sha either!"

beep, beep...

Just then, rapid footsteps came from outside.

"Lord Saleh, we have received intelligence from the Davidians that the high-ranking members of the Youth Faith Organization are currently holding a meeting in Maran Town!"

Teng!

Saleh immediately stood up: "Mohammed, immediately organize the air force to launch airstrikes on Maran and Amar. Mobilize all forces around Maran to encircle and annihilate them, wipe out these high-ranking officials in one fell swoop, and these damned guys will shut up!"

What a great opportunity! What a great opportunity!

They couldn't get any information about Saddam Hussein at all, but the Davidians had a way!

Seventy kilometers north of Saada lies the border town of Malan.

The terrain here is mainly composed of strips of high mountains running east to west, with dozens of Yemen Tulou buildings on each mountain peak.

These hills stretch for a long time, and the earthen buildings echo each other, easily reminding people of the beacon towers on the Great Wall of the East.

These earthen buildings are the dwellings of the locals in normal times, and they are also their most reliable base when they encounter strong enemies!

This is the hometown of Saddam Hussein, and the starting point of his career!

At that moment, on a tulou (earthen building), Haisan-Housse was looking at Hamid and Tariq with excitement.

"Hamid, Tariq, you've finally arrived! You've made the best progress recently, capturing two towns in quick succession and opening up the route to Saada!"

Hood Houthi beckoned, "Come here and tell us about your experiences in the struggle!"

Born in 1956, Saddam Hussein is now almost fifty years old.

He was in good spirits, with very dark hair and beard.

Especially the sideburns, after being trimmed, they barely revealed the lips!

The glasses perched on his nose made him look less like the head of an armed force and more like a teacher.

He spent most of his life as a teacher, spreading the Zaidean theory throughout countless mountainous areas and nurturing countless students.

Hamid and Tariq were his most prized disciples!

"Teacher, our success is mainly due to the Hadza tribe, especially the chief's son..." Hamid explained.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed.

When they heard that Hassan had blown up a tank with a three-step layup, everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

"A warrior like him is the pride of our Zaide faction! All our warriors should learn from him!"

Abdul Malik al-Houthi, the brother of Saddam Hussein, clenched his fist and exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, if all our soldiers were as brave as Hassan, we could surely overthrow Saleh's tyranny!" Haisan-Housse nodded in agreement.

beep, beep...

Just then, someone came running in.

"Report! Report!"

"What is it?"

"Our informant in Sadah reported that a force stormed into the city and wreaked havoc!"

"What?"

Hamid felt his eyelids twitching. Could it be Hassan?

"How could that be? Sadah is heavily fortified, and the 115th Infantry Brigade is elite..."

"The 115th Infantry Brigade was just transferred to Kitaf to cause trouble for us, and the troops that rushed in were very strong, led by seven tanks..."

Oh no, it must be Hassan!

This hot-headed guy actually...

"How are Hassan and the others?" Hamide asked anxiously.

"They emptied the vault of the Saada branch of the Yemeni Commercial Bank and have already left!"

"Great, great, great! This is fantastic! With this funding, we have even more confidence in our struggle!" Haisan-Housse exclaimed excitedly, only realizing after her exclamation, "Wait, is this Hassan's doing again?"

"Before I left, I just took stock of the spoils of war, and we had seven T-55 tanks in our possession." Hamid said with mixed feelings.

"Find an opportunity to call Hassan over... But no, I'll go there myself and meet this warrior in person!"

As Haisan-Housse spoke, his expression suddenly changed.

In the distance, there's the roar of an airplane!