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

Night fell over the land.

Twenty kilometers south of Najran lies Sughyinan, a border city of northern Yemen.

"How is it? Has Sha arrived yet?" Ahmed asked anxiously.

According to the plan, they should have met with Sha at the border this afternoon, but they couldn't wait any longer!

Now that it's dark, Ahmed, who is stationed in Sughyinan, can't hold back any longer. Could something unexpected have happened?

"No, our people didn't notice any major commotion on the other side. We shouldn't have the Houthi rebels causing trouble."

Their biggest fear was that the Houthis would intercept this batch of weapons and equipment! So, Ahmed brought the Republican Guard here to receive it and was also responsible for escorting it back.

Now... no news, perhaps that's good news.

"Sha is usually very lazy. I guess it's too hot during the day and he doesn't want to move. Now that it's cooler at night, he'll probably start moving. Shall we wait a little longer?"

"That's right."

Ahmed could only continue to wait.

His subordinates were right; Sha's troops were indeed resting!

They continued eastward toward Najran for half an hour, covering less than thirty kilometers, before they decided they didn't want to go any further!

Ali's first suggestion: It's time for us to pray. Stop, stop!

The tank unit stopped, and the pickup trucks in front also stopped!

So Prince Elias had to get out of his carriage, spread out a magnificent Persian carpet, and after completing a devout prayer, he discovered…

The tent is already up and running! The charcoal for the barbecue is even lit!

The aroma of roasted whole lamb wafted through the air...

Prince Elias, seeing the stubborn soldiers refusing to advance, had no choice but to wait.

By the time we had eaten and drunk our fill, it was already dark!

"Basler, relay the order: continue on the road!"

"Yes."

Basler, with his large pregnant belly, was about to shout something in a powerful voice when, just then, the roar of an engine came from afar.

Buzz, buzz!

It's a big event, and there are quite a few of them!

What's going on?

Could it be that the Houthis have come over?

"Attention, prepare for battle!" Basler exclaimed.

The old soldiers then realized what was happening and, with their large bellies sticking out, ran towards their equipment.

beep, beep...

Ali threw away the roasted lamb leg, and before the leg even hit the ground, he had already climbed onto the tank.

"Quickly, turn around and retreat!"

Fighting? Fighting is impossible. The Houthis' gas cylinders are no ordinary weapon! Even their tanks can't withstand them!

And I also heard that the gas cylinder was mounted on a tricycle, and the sound coming from afar was definitely from a three-wheeled motorcycle! Why not run away and wait to become roasted camels?

Whoosh... Seeing the complete chaos, Prince Elias was utterly dumbfounded. This... this group of people, they think they can fight a war?

"Basler, Basler! Immediately..."

"Your Highness, please don't give orders, let's run!" Basler shoved Ilias: "Come on, get in the pickup truck."

"I'm not getting in, I want to ride in my own car!"

"Your Highness, that carriage is too conspicuous and will easily attract unwanted attention..."

Just then, a loud voice rang out from afar: "Friends, our Yemeni government army has come to collect our equipment!"

What?

Government troops?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, why didn't they go home and cuddle with their wives at night? What were they doing causing trouble here?

Wait, what does this mean? Your government troops actually came here in three-wheeled motorcycles?

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, the three-wheeled motorcycle stopped, forming a circle around them, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"My friends, you must be exhausted from the heat! We've brought you Baskin-Robbins..."

As Qin Yuan got off the vehicle, he unloaded styrofoam boxes from the cargo bed of the tricycle.

Baskin-Robbins, a famous American ice cream brand!

This brand had been expanding into the Middle Eastern market for many years, with many branches even in Yemen. Even after the Slipper Army occupied the capital, Baskin-Robbins continued to operate and even opened several more branches in the capital.

War is war, and business is business!

Now, upon seeing ice cream, all of Sha's eyes widened.

"Here, my friend, have one. Look how sweaty you are..."

Ali took the ice cream; it wasn't warm, it was just that he was scared! But... after eating so much meat, he deserved a cold drink after the meal.

Kamal, Said, and others followed suit, picking up styrofoam boxes and distributing ice cream.

Qin Yuan looked around and finally narrowed it down to a few people.

Wearing traditional clothing, along with a gold necklace and gold bracelets, this person must be of high status!

"Hey everyone, come on, have a taste of ice cream."

"No need, I have some in my car." Prince Elias stared at Qin Yuan: "Which unit are you from? Who sent you?"

He changed the route without telling the Yemeni government, and they actually sent people to meet him.

Moreover, it was a border crossing! This is within the territory of Shah, and crossing without permission is a very serious diplomatic dispute!

"Of course, it was our superiors who brought us here, Your Highness. We've been waiting for you for a long time. It was getting dark and we hadn't seen you yet. We were afraid you might be in danger, so we crossed the border to protect you. We hope you can understand."

Qin Yuan glanced at the flashy G650; it was most likely used by royalty. This young man must be a prince!

If he guessed wrong, he could simply use force. At such close range, with several elite warriors following behind him, he could easily subdue the opponent.

Once the commander of Sha's troops is taken into custody, the rest of the men will have no will to fight. They don't care about their lives; they just want to take their equipment, which is a piece of cake!

Upon hearing "Your Highness," Elias puffed out his chest: "That's right, I am a prince! Where is Ahmed? Why didn't he come to pick me up himself?"

Seeing the prince-like demeanor the other party was putting on, Qin Yuan chuckled inwardly. "Keep pretending, kid. You must be a prince without any power, otherwise why would you be undertaking such a dangerous mission!"

However, this also suggests that the person stationed in Sughyinan is likely Ahmed, the eldest son of Salah and head of the Republican Guard!

The people following Qin Yuan were quite shocked. They hadn't found out that the prince was leading the team, but Hassan had guessed it. Amazing, really amazing!

"Your Highness, Commander Ahmed has been waiting for you in Sughyi for a long time and has prepared a sumptuous banquet. He was very anxious because he couldn't see you and sent us out to meet you. It's also convenient for him to be in charge personally so that we can be mobilized at any time, after all..."

"After all what?"

"We discovered traces of Houthi forces near Sughjinan, especially the smell of gas. We fear they may be carrying hell cannons..."

Upon hearing the name "Hell Cannon," Basler shuddered.

The Houthis used this very weapon to wipe out the air force base in northern Yemen!

"Your Highness Elias, perhaps... we could hand over the equipment to them and then we could go back!"

Elias originally wanted to command for a while longer, but... looking at the people around him, if they really encountered the Houthi rebels, they would definitely turn around and run away!

I'm here to accumulate military merits, not to die!

"Wait, call Ahmed!"

"Yes." Basler picked up the satellite phone.

Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds...

The phone is not answering!

"The signal might be weak in the mountains, so we can continue to wait, but... we don't know if the Houthi rebels have caught up yet..."

Qin Yuan remained calm. His three-wheeled motorcycle had a signal jammer, which was enough to block all kinds of telephone signals at close range!

"Your Highness Elias, let's... go back."

"Alright, you can have this batch of equipment. We'll head back now!"

go back!

Splash...

Everyone ran towards the extra hundred pickup trucks, which were originally intended to take them back.

Buzz, buzz!

The golden G-Wagon also drove away, leaving a group of people at the scene somewhat bewildered.

This……

Is that all?

Why does the whole process seem like child's play?

"Hassan, they don't have any ulterior motives, do they?"

"What bad intentions could Sha possibly have? They're just here to deliver equipment to us! We'll have to give them a good talking-to when we get back!"

Propaganda? What does that mean? Is it to sow discord between Shah and the North Yemeni government?

Kamal looked at Qin Yuan with a complicated expression: "Hassan, you're simply a..."

He forced the word "devil" back down his throat.

"Let's go, drive the car away quickly, they'll realize something soon enough."

"yes!"