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

The fuselage is slender with air intakes on both sides; anyone familiar with it can recognize the specific model at a glance.

"Northern Yemeni Air Force, F-5 fighter jets!" A lookout outside shouted, "Hung bombs!"

Inside the Tulou (earthen building).

"Don't panic, proceed with the planned retreat to the nearby cave!"

Saddam Hussein stood up: "Everyone, follow me!"

They had been fighting for many years and were already used to dealing with air raids. In case of a crisis, they could quickly move from the earthen buildings to nearby caves.

After saying that, Haisan-Housse strode away from the Tulou and ran down the path beside it, his steps brisk and agile, not at all like a fifty-year-old man.

A sharp whistling sound rang out!

Hussein suddenly paused, stopped, looked up at the falling bomb, and in his pupils, the bomb grew larger and larger.

There's no time! We can't get into the cave!

Whoosh!

He jumped behind a rock by the roadside.

"Protect the mentor!"

People rushed over and shielded Saddam Hussein with their bodies.

boom!

Boom!

The bombs landed, and explosions echoed one after another.

Inside the earthen building, Hamid and Tariq were the last to emerge. In the crucial moment, they put themselves in danger, but…

The Yemeni Air Force's aiming accuracy is terrible!

After the bombing, the Tulou (earthen building) remained unscathed, but a bomb struck the outside of the Tulou, especially the rugged mountain path leading from the Tulou to the nearby cave...

not good!

"tutor!"

"Big brother!"

Everyone ran towards where Hashanah Houthi was hiding. The big rock had disappeared, leaving only a large crater!

Near the large rock, several corpses lay sprawled out in various positions.

Saddam Hussein was also lying among them, his body covered in blood, a huge piece of shrapnel embedded in his head.

"Big brother, big brother!" Abdul-Housse cried out in grief and anger as he held Saddam Hussein's body, his voice echoing throughout the valley.

The resistance against tyranny had only just begun when Saddam Hussein was killed in a bombing raid by North Yemeni air force fighter jets!

He died before he could even achieve his goal!

"Your Excellency Abdul, we...we cannot grieve too much right now. The airstrikes are just the beginning. Next, we will definitely be besieged by ground troops. We...we must quickly bury our mentor and then...relocate immediately."

Despite his grief, Hamid remained calm.

In the struggle, countless brave warriors perished. Although Saddam Hussein was a great mentor, he was also human and would one day pass away. His heroic sacrifice made him an even greater hero!

Abdul-Housse nodded: "Yes, my elder brother foresaw this day would come, so he prepared the coffin in advance. Now, let's send my elder brother off on his final journey!"

Since there's no opportunity to go to the mosque now, the ceremony can only be held hastily in a nearby cave.

The body of Saddam Hussein was placed inside a marble coffin.

As the cover slowly closed, Abdul-Housse's gaze was icy.

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood. Although my elder brother has passed away, our spirit of resisting tyranny and American hegemony must never be lost! In memory of my elder brother, I want to rename our youth believer organization the Houthi armed group!"

"We support it!" everyone answered in unison.

"My father continues to be the spiritual leader of our organization!"

"We support it!"

Nearby, Badr al-Din al-Housse, who was quietly reciting scriptures, raised his wrinkled face and calmly nodded to the crowd.

"Next, we will continue the fight! Until American forces withdraw from the Middle East! Until the people of David are driven out of Pato's territory! Until peace is restored here!"

"yes!"

"Report! Several government troops are coming from the south, trying to surround us!"

Abdul-Housse grabbed an AK: "Alright, let's use their blood to pay tribute to my elder brother!"

"Your Excellency Abdul, don't be impulsive!" Hamid quickly interjected. "Right now, we can't afford to confront them head-on. We must retreat!"

"My elder brother has just passed away; I cannot retreat. I must avenge him!"

"Our organization has already received a large amount of funding, and receiving this funding is even more important! With money, we can develop and take revenge, of course! But not now!"

"Alright." Abdul-Housse's hands clenched so tightly they cracked. "Hamid, Tariq, you lead the way. I need to meet your guerrilla group!"

A convoy of pickup trucks is moving quickly through the mountains.

On the bus, Kamal still felt a little regretful.

"Hassan, it's such a shame we lost those tanks! We could have fought a tough battle with them."

Qin Yuan nodded: "Yes, we need tanks to fight tough battles, but... it's not time for us to fight tough battles yet. Tanks have difficulty moving in mountainous areas, and maintenance is also very complicated. Light equipment is the most suitable."

They robbed the Saada Commercial Bank, which will cause a huge earthquake in the entire Saada. If they then retreat with their tanks, they will gain nothing but be dragged down!

Putting aside everything else, the tracks left by tank tracks would provide the government forces with a direction to pursue!

Not to mention fuel and ammunition supplies!

Heavy armored units have never been suitable for mountainous terrain; the US military in Afghanistan primarily used lightly armored rapid reaction forces.

So, after leaving Sada, with Qin Yuan's insistence, the group found a cave to hide the tanks, set up various minefields outside, and then continued their retreat in pickup trucks.

"All right."

Just then, the convoy stopped.

"This is the Daya region. There are many hidden caves on the hillside. We can hide our wealth here," Kamal said, pointing to the hillside to the side.

"Cavalry is approaching!"

"Attention! Prepare for battle!"

Everyone tensed up instantly, but... when they saw who was coming from the other side, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"They're not enemies, they're one of our own!"

The cavalrymen came quickly and soon arrived.

Hamid and Tariq dismounted, but did not immediately remount. Instead, they stood beside a young man.

This person has short hair, a sparse beard, and a protruding chin. He has a large face and is slightly overweight.

This person is...

"Warriors, this is our Houthi leader, His Excellency Abdul-Houthi! From today onwards, he will lead us in continuing the fight!" Hamid introduced.

It really is Abdul. Wait, so he changed his name to Houthi?

Qin Yuan was momentarily stunned.

Abdul-Houthi, born in 1982, leads the Houthi armed forces, shocking the world. He is a true tough guy in the Middle East!

The organization changed its name because... Saddam Hussein was killed in action!