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

Sada, a mountainous region.

"Hassan, how was my performance?" Abdul-Housse said to Qin Yuan as he moved away from the camera.

"Fantastic, Your Excellency Abdul, you and Mentor Hashanah are born with a natural leadership quality. Your speech just now was so inspiring and passionate that it was impossible not to be captivated, and it filled one's heart with disgust for the West and a lofty sense of responsibility and honor for this great cause..."

Hamid, Tariq, and the others looked at Qin Yuan with complicated expressions. They used to think he was brave in battle, then they thought he had strategic vision, but now... his behavior is giving them goosebumps!

That's so cheesy!

Abdul-Housse chuckled: "Hassan, stop flattering me. I'm asking you, can these words incite a conflict between Saudi Arabia and the Yemeni government?"

This guy won't get carried away by a few compliments!

"I don't know," Qin Yuan answered readily.

"You don't know?" Then why did you make me give this speech?

"Our goal is to incite a conflict between Shah and the Yemeni government, but... they're not stupid; they'll definitely know we're trying to sow discord. And to break our plan, all we need to do is..."

"Shah personally stepped in and used the blood of us Houthi to prove their stance," Abdul-Housse said.

Everyone's expression changed.

We've just received a new batch of weapons, which will strengthen our forces and allow us to fight the government forces head-on for a few rounds. If that Sha guy gets involved... we'll be caught in a pincer movement from the north and south, and that would be a huge problem!

Qin Yuan looked at everyone present: "Are you all scared?"

"Of course not, we Houthi men fear nothing, it's just..."

"But what? You're unhappy that Sha keeps sending us equipment?"

What?

Everyone was worried that if Sha left the party, our Houthi situation would become even more difficult. You actually said... that if Sha left the party, it would be beneficial for us because Sha would continue to supply us with equipment.

That statement... sounds quite reasonable!

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Just then, Alim ran over: "Hassan, Hassan, those tanks, are you going to hide them all?"

At this point, filming was finished, and all the equipment had been driven away and gathered here, just waiting to be blown up!

When they saw the tanks being driven into the cave, and then a series of operations began: plastic bags were put over the gun barrels, wrapped up, engine oil was drained, and the air intakes and exhaust ports were blocked...

This is clearly an attempt to seal away the most powerful equipment!

Alim watched for more than ten minutes with some heartache, then ran over to Qin Yuan to protest.

The AMX-30 is a second-generation tank developed and deployed by France in the 1960s.

The 105mm NATO standard tank gun, when placed in Yemen, would be the king of the land, capable of blasting a T-55 into the air with a single shot!

A 720-horsepower diesel engine may not seem like a high power output, but this tank weighs only 37 tons, so its mobility is top-notch!

As for protection... that's rubbish, given its extremely low weight.

The turret front, including the gun shield, is only 260 mm thick, which is no match for the old T-55 tank gun. Not to mention that the hull armor is only 80 mm thick!

By sacrificing protection for formidable mobility, they can traverse mountains with ease, and with their powerful firepower, they are the perfect equipment for the Houthis!

Qin Yuan glanced at the tanks in the distant cave and spoke helplessly.

"This tank consumes at least the equivalent of one hundred of our three-wheeled motorcycles in fuel. We've pulled off a big heist this time, and now we're facing encirclement by government forces and that Shah. Can we afford to use such a gas guzzler?"

A 125cc motorcycle has an engine displacement of only 0.125 liters! Tanks, on the other hand, often have displacements of tens of liters! They drink oil like water!

Needless to say, resupplying ammunition is inconvenient, and the fuel alone is a major headache!

Alim still felt a little regretful: "But..."

"But it feels like a waste not to use it, right?"

These tanks are certainly useful. They can be used as the main force for attacking major cities like Saada in the future. The problem is that the Houthi rebels do not yet have the ability to control major cities!

We still need to build up our strength!

"Hassan, what are your thoughts?" Abdul-Housse asked, looking at Qin Yuan.

"We brought back two companies of anti-aircraft missiles, right? We need to put them into actual combat to test the operational capabilities of our Houthi missile troops..."

Everyone's eyes widened.

On the other side, in the capital of Sha, at the royal palace.

"Your Excellency Ahmed, please watch your words. Furthermore, I can assure you that we do not support the Houthis!"

"What do you mean you didn't! You've already given weapons and equipment to the Houthis, and you still say you didn't support them? Do you think I'm blind?"

"We didn't send it! This...this is clearly a Houthi ploy to sow discord!"

"What kind of divisive tactic is this? These weapons and equipment are completely intact, the paint hasn't even come off! You outwardly support our Yemeni government forces, but behind our backs you're handing over equipment to the Houthis!"

Ahmed was utterly enraged and immediately launched into a tirade: "dir bālak『alā……"

"Guards, throw this rude fellow out of here!"

This is the royal palace, and everyone here is a person of status and position. How dare you, a fellow, curse like a street thug!

Sure enough, there aren't many good people in that poor place called Yemen...

"Your Majesty, Lord Saleh has arrived!" Just then, a servant came in to report.

Saleh has arrived?

"Please let him in!"

Having not slept well last night and having been exhausted from the journey today, Saleh's eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale.

"Brother Saleh, you've worked hard. Someone, bring a seat!" King Fahd finally perked up.

"Father, they..."

"I understand. Your attitude just now was very bad. Sha is our friend. How could you say that? You are my son, the next leader of the Ye family. Where is your manners? Where is your upbringing? Aren't you going to apologize to the uncles and elders here right now?"

Ahmed's expression changed several times before he finally placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed in salute.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, my attitude was poor just now."

"It's not your fault; it's all the Houthi rebels' fault for stirring things up."

King Fahd rubbed his temples: "We also bear responsibility for how things have turned out this way, especially Ilias, who made a serious mistake! He's no longer fit to stay in the army; he'll remain in Riyadh from now on..."

Elias's face turned pale instantly.

What do you mean?

Was my future ruined just like that?

These Yemenis who spew filth, you just offer me up as a sacrifice when they start cursing?

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Assessing responsibility is secondary; the main priority is to locate and destroy this equipment as soon as possible! Our Yemeni Air Force has suffered heavy losses. Next… could we please request your fighter jets to assist in bombing…?"

The expression on the faces of everyone present changed.