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

Sultan bin Abdulaziz Al Saud was born in Riyadh in 1928 and is the younger brother of King Fahd.

In his youth, he served as the Commander of the Royal Guard. In 1962, he became the Minister of Defence and Minister of Aviation. He was the one who oversaw the famous procurement of the Dongfeng-3 missile.

When King Abdul ascends to the throne next year, he will be selected as the crown prince.

This is a wise old man! He has weathered many storms and waves, yet he still understands Saleh's little schemes.

Back then, they were afraid that a republican Yemen would affect Shah's monarchy, so they supported the royalists.

Now that the Houthis have grown powerful, and since they belong to different sects, it's only right to help eliminate them. But... should we ask them to deploy their troops and launch a pincer attack from the north and south?

Are you kidding me!

War means death, and the life of a Sha man is worth far more than the lives of your Yemen people!

"Currently, as we continue to purchase modern fighter jets, our F-5 fighters are somewhat redundant. I believe we can donate twenty to the North Yemeni Air Force to help them restore their combat capability."

Sha is rich and bought advanced equipment like crazy, but the result was... not enough pilots!

Thus, the saying "F-15s on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; typhoons on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and rest on Sundays" became a joke.

Although that's not actually the case, it illustrates the abundance of fighter jets that Shah possessed.

The main force has more than 100 F-15 fighter jets, more than 70 Typhoon fighter jets, and about 130 F-5 fighter jets received in the 1970s, which is indeed a lot. A batch of them will be sent to North Yemen!

King Fahd nodded: "Yes, this plan is good. I... am a little sleepy, let's call it a day."

"Wait!" Muhammad quickly called out, "We...we, the ground forces, also need a lot of advanced weapons."

It's indeed difficult to persuade Sha to send troops, but getting a batch of weapons back is no problem!

That rich dog has nothing but money!

"Sultan, send them a batch of weapons that the army doesn't need," King Fahd said, standing up and yawning.

"Yes."

Sultan's mind raced as he quickly considered ground weapons and equipment.

Yemen, northern mountainous region.

The night was pitch black and the surroundings were silent, but the roar of motorcycles carried far and wide.

Buzz, buzz!

On the three-wheeled motorcycle, everyone was full of excitement, recalling the battle they had just fought, and their adrenaline was starting to surge.

Awesome, so awesome!

"This operation was absolutely thrilling! Hassan, from now on, our tribe will fight alongside you!"

Even during the retreat, Qin Yuan made meticulous plans, deliberately choosing country roads!

Their three-wheeled motorcycles passed by just in time, and the pursuers behind them either had to run or take a detour; they definitely wouldn't be able to catch up!

With meticulous planning, bold actions, and a unique approach, Hassan's military talent has been perfectly demonstrated!

"Uncle Alim, we are all fighting under His Excellency Abdul's leadership," Qin Yuan quickly reminded him.

Although I know Abdul is tolerant, I still try to avoid forming cliques!

Qin Yuan had no such ambition; he just wanted to fight a good, satisfying war!

However, he didn't know that he would soon be forced to take the top position!

"Yes, yes."

The mountain road was rugged and the journey was slow. After a day and a night, we finally returned to Malan Town.

As the sun set, Abdul watched the convoy return and strode forward to greet it.

"Hassan, you have completely destroyed the government's main air force! Brother Haizan can finally rest in peace! Let us send him off on his final journey!"

Whoosh!

Everyone pulled back their gun bolts and aimed at the sky.

Da da da!

Gunshots echoed through the valley, and countless birds took flight.

"Bury my elder brother!"

As night fell, outside the earthen buildings, whole roasted lambs sizzled and dripped oil on the barbecue grills.

Abdul pulled out his curved knife and cut off a large piece of lamb leg meat.

"Hassan, come, eat some meat."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Abdul."

"You're welcome. You've been doing an excellent job lately. Going forward, you'll play an even bigger role within our Houthi movement!"

"That's right, the equipment Hassan put together completely makes up for our lack of heavy weapons!" Tariq said.

"Hassan is also adaptable to local conditions; the combination of the Hell Cannon and the three-wheeled motorcycle is fantastic!" Alim agreed.

Hamid didn't say anything, but the smile on his face was impossible to hide.

"Our organization is still in its early stages, so we can only rely on these homemade weapons. We'll see in the future..."

"That's right, the mission to avenge my elder brother has been successfully completed recently, and we have also acquired a large fortune. Next, we need to send people out to purchase a large batch of advanced equipment. Hassan, this mission is entrusted to you!" Badr al-Din al-Housse said.

Qin Yuan nodded, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

Money is meant to be spent!

A supporting character in a later TV series, feeling aggrieved after being arrested, pointed at the room full of money and complained.

I didn't spend a single penny. My ancestors were farmers for generations, and we were terrified of poverty...

For the Houthi rebels to develop, they need not only to manufacture their own weapons, but also to purchase them from abroad!

We need to buy a large number of three-wheeled motorcycles, update our communication equipment, and even more so, our weaponry...

beep, beep...

Just then, someone ran over.

"Report, we just received intelligence from Sana that he will be sending Saleh a large batch of weapons and equipment..."

Everyone's faces were grim.

OK!

Shah wants to get involved too? Weren't you all against Saleh years ago? Now you're all in cahoots!

"Shah is a traitor too!" Abdul-Housse gritted his teeth.

"Everyone, don't get excited. I actually think this is a good opportunity."

Qin Yuan looked at everyone and said, "Our future development as the Houthis depends on how much equipment Shah can give us."

"How could Shah possibly give it to us! They're giving it to Saleh!"

"That's a gift for us!" Qin Yuan smiled. "I, Sha, am the best transport captain we can ask for!"

Everyone's mind raced.

The equipment that Sha sent is unlikely to be shipped by sea; it's too much trouble. The two countries are next to each other, and Sha doesn't care about the fuel costs!

Currently, the Houthi uprising is only taking place in Saada; the other provinces remain relatively stable. Their attack on Sana'a was merely a surprise attack!

The provinces of Jav to the east and Hajj to the west are currently very stable, so Sha can easily send the equipment through these two provinces!

So...

We can rely on the mobility of three-wheeled motorcycles to fight across provinces!

Whether it's the Sha man who came to deliver the goods or the government troops who received them, their combat effectiveness is rubbish!

and so……

"The key is intelligence. As long as we can get accurate intelligence, we can seize the equipment!" Hamid said.

Qin Yuan nodded: "Yes, to obtain accurate intelligence, we need advanced reconnaissance equipment... I... need to... ask my teacher."

As the son of a tribal chief who had never left Yemen, he couldn't possibly know much about advanced Western knowledge. For now, he could only say that his knowledge came from the military experts who had visited his tribe before!

Later...

As long as we say that the teacher died on the battlefield, there will be no way to prove it.

"Hassan, I'll go with you!"

"I'm going too!"

Everyone admired Hassan, this mysterious teacher, and had long wanted to see him!

"Just let Said come with me, and bring me some money. I'll buy whatever I find interesting; you all have more important things to do!"

"What is it?"

"Build our own military industrial base!"