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

Buzz, buzz!

The engine roared as the pickup truck frolicked happily across the desert.

On the bus, the soldiers were in high spirits, humming familiar Ehrawadi folk songs.

We definitely need to stay in Najran and get a good rest; I'm exhausted today...

Just as Ali was thinking this, he felt some discomfort in his stomach.

"Stop! Stop the car!"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Ali jumped out and ran to the roadside, his belly fat jiggling.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, squatted down, and then a deafening, loud noise erupted.

Standing on both banks of the Yellow River, holding secret documents, machine guns firing in front, and thunderous explosions behind!

Three minutes, five minutes...

Having gotten used to squatting on the toilet, Ali's legs went numb after just a few minutes, and he almost lost his balance and sat down on his butt.

So, we moved to another location to continue.

Eight minutes, ten minutes...

Finally, my stomach feels much better, and even my big belly has shrunk!

When Ali stood up, he realized that he wasn't alone!

Hundreds of people squatting together in the desert to apply fertilizer—it was an incredibly spectacular sight!

In the G650, Prince Elias covered his nose. The car's air conditioning system had been switched to recirculation, but it still couldn't stop the smell from getting in.

"Basiler, what's going on with your men?"

"I don't know either. Judging from the looks of it, it's most likely an upset stomach..."

"Hmph, they got off the bus for a week and already set up a barbecue stall. The lamb they ate along the way must have gone bad long ago. They're just eating random things and getting sick..."

and many more!

Elias suddenly realized: the group had not only eaten roasted whole lamb, but also ice cream!

Could it be that he got food poisoning from eating ice cream? Was it a coincidence, or...?

"Try contacting Ahmed via satellite phone again!"

They were planning to contact us by landline after returning to Najran because the satellite phone couldn't get through! Now... let's give it a try.

Basler picked up the phone again, and this time, it was answered after only one second!

"Hello, Your Excellency Ahmed, this is Major Basler, in charge of transporting equipment. The equipment should have arrived by now, right? What? No? Didn't you send someone to pick up the equipment? And even bring us ice cream? Nothing there?"

Basler's hand trembled instantly.

If the equipment wasn't taken over by the Yemeni government forces, then who took it over?

Whoosh!

Elias snatched the satellite phone.

"Ahmed, the equipment has been taken by people claiming to be from the Yemeni government army. The location is in the desert 20 kilometers east of Najran. You must immediately bring your men to surround and intercept this army!"

After hanging up the phone, Elias's face flushed red and then turned pale. He took a deep breath, a deep breath!

"Basler, we've already delivered the equipment to them, but they weren't very cooperative, and the Houthis seized it, right?"

"That's right, that's it!" Basler also realized.

This mission was a disaster! We need to quickly shift the blame!

Hopefully, the Yemeni government forces can recapture this equipment. If the Houthis get their hands on it, the situation will become uncontrollable!

Therefore, the government forces must take it!

Suguinan.

After hanging up the phone, Ahmed's face was terribly grim.

Those damned Sha people! They changed the route at the last minute without even notifying me, and someone else even claimed it for me!

"Order! The entire Republican Guard I've brought is to launch an attack and search the eastern region of Najran!"

"Lord Ahmed, that's my territory..."

"Who cares whose territory it is? The most important thing now is to take back our equipment!"

Damn Shah, is he sending equipment to our government forces or to the Houthis?

The entire temporary encampment instantly became lively, with countless elite soldiers dressed in Eyjafjalla desert camouflage uniforms running towards their vehicles, the roar of engines echoing everywhere.

far away.

"Chief, the government forces are ready to move in!"

"Fire a volley from the Hell Cannon!" Alim said. "Our mission is to hold these people off so Hassan can escape as quickly as possible!"

This will be a fierce battle, after all, the opposing force is the Republican Guard, the elite of the Yemeni government army!

Even if it means death, we must complete the mission and not hold Hassan back!

Just then, something vibrated at his waist. He looked down and saw: a satellite phone?

Last time Qin Yuan went to Europe, he brought back a large amount of equipment, including drone parts, satellite phones, signal jammers, and so on.

Previously, relying on carrier pigeons to deliver messages was too slow, and satellite phones were also not secure, as they could be detected and even located at any time!

It's worth noting that the Chechen rebel leader Dudayev was killed by a cruise missile while making a satellite phone call.

However... before the Houthi military-industrial complex develops, they can only rely on this. In any case, before Mossad fully intervenes, the Yemeni government forces' high-tech capabilities are still very weak.

"Hey, Hassan, what? Mission accomplished? We're being told to retreat?"

After hanging up the phone, Alim had mixed feelings.

Retreating now would save the lives of many of his tribal warriors, even if they were prepared to die, but being alive... is obviously better.

only……

"Although Hassan doesn't need us anymore, we can't just leave like this! The rest of the ambush team, evacuate. The Hell Cannon unit, fire away all the gas canisters we brought, and then retreat!"

"yes!"

Ahmed quickly walked to his specially made armored vehicle, and as soon as he opened the door, he was attracted by clusters of flames in the distance.

The blazing flames shooting up from the ground illuminated the hillside like fireworks...

Cold sweat poured down his back.

"Watch out, Hell Cannon!"

The gas cylinder flew past its highest point and fell, emitting a series of deathly screams.

Boom! Boom boom!

Explosions erupted everywhere, and countless people screamed as they were sent flying into the air. Ahmed's eyes were bloodshot: "Saladin Company, after them!"

Hmph, you think you can just fight and run? Not so easy! We are the Republican Guard! The most elite unit in the Guard is the Saladin Company!

Buzz, buzz!

Pickup trucks swerved around the burning flames and gave chase!

On the bumpy train carriage, machine gunners pulled the bolts, pushing the 12.7mm machine gun barrels.

Da da da, da da da!

A hail of bullets flew toward the retreating three-wheeled motorcycle!

the other side.

Three-wheeled motorcycles, pickup trucks, tanks, anti-aircraft missiles... a rolling stream of vehicles drove out of the desert and into the mountains.

Once they enter the mountains, they can quickly disappear without a trace!

Their mission has been successfully completed!

Kamal opened the car door and, as the vehicle was moving, flipped himself onto the back cargo bed.

He couldn't wait to see what good stuff was in the car.

They were all wooden boxes with Chinese characters he couldn't understand. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, pried open the boxes, and then...

"Hand grenades! This whole box is full of hand grenades; that's a real treasure in the mountains!"

He held up the grenade and showed it to the person in the driver's seat of the pickup truck behind him.

"Hassan, it's a grenade!"

Qin Yuan's eyes widened. This wasn't an ordinary grenade; this was...