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

In the town of Maz, in the central square, next to the spire-like building where the battle once took place.

The tanks stood there proudly and imposingly, making the whole square look majestic and powerful!

Tariq stood at the front of the group, his voice firm and resolute.

"Houthi warriors, what is our motto?"

"Death to America!"

"Die, David!"

"We not only have this slogan, we also have the capability to achieve this goal! Today, our Houthi 1st Armored Division is officially established!..."

Inside the pointed, tower-like building.

Kamal and the others all had red eyes and were yawning.

"I wonder if our hastily assembled tanks will even attract their attention!"

"It should be possible. Our tanks look almost exactly like the captured ones, and besides, they can even run..."

From a distance, the cannon barrel, the turret... it's definitely a genuine tank!

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that it is quite rough.

The tracks and road wheels, in particular, were drawn on and nailed to the wooden planks! Once the planks are removed, you can see the three-wheeled motorcycle inside!

Not all of them are fake. For example, the outermost few are real tanks, and the big ones are replicas of those.

just now……

Kamal rubbed his eyes: "I wonder if any of the government scouts have spotted our tanks here..."

"If we can't find it, we'll get moving and take a stroll outside..."

Just then, Taric, whose throat was already dry from shouting, couldn't resist any longer: "Now, warriors, get our tanks moving! Head to Saada!"

"yes!"

The group climbed up the ladder that had been prepared beforehand. The driver crawled in from the front and sat right in the driver's seat of the three-wheeled motorcycle, his head sticking out. He pushed off with his right leg, and his body swayed up and down...

Buzz, buzz!

If you want to die quickly... cough cough, if you want to run fast, buy a kick!

Inside the truck bed, someone was spraying diesel fuel into the exhaust pipe with a spray bottle, which produced plumes of black smoke.

This scene is absolutely identical to a real tank in motion; I don't believe the government forces won't fall for it!

Wait, in the distance...

Plumes of black smoke rose from the distant mountaintop—a warning signal!

Sha's fighter jets are here!

"Quickly, move the real tanks away! Leave the fake tanks behind as target practice! Hassan said, you can't catch a wolf without risking your slipper..."

Black smoke billowed from the scene.

On a hillside northwest of Maz town, three tracked vehicles are lined up in a row.

The vehicle in the middle is a search radar vehicle, with a radar antenna shaped like an orange segment mounted horizontally on it, rotating at a speed of one revolution every thirty seconds.

Inside the radar vehicle, the first batch of Houthi missile soldiers were on high alert.

They had read the instruction manual countless times, but this was, after all, real combat. If they couldn't shoot down the missile, then...

Creak... The outer door opened, and Qin Yuan poked his head in: "Attention, Sha's fighter jet will arrive in two minutes... Wattban, why are your hands shaking?"

Watban shuddered: "Hassan, I..."

"If we shoot down the plane, this big toy will belong to our tribe. If we don't, you'll all be wearing flip-flops and carrying AKs from now on!"

I'll go all out for this big toy!

Two F-15 fighter jets flew at extremely low altitude in the valley.

The mountain kept getting closer, then being left behind, and occasionally appearing directly in front of you, requiring you to quickly pull the control stick and pedal the rudder...

Shamrani felt his back was soaked with sweat. What are you doing? The Houthis don't have any anti-aircraft missiles. Why don't we just fly over from high altitude?

Okay, even if they captured the equipment of our two missile companies, they still wouldn't know how to operate it. How could a bunch of country bumpkins wearing slippers possibly operate missiles!

It's obvious that Talal is looking for thrills!

As they spoke, Talal's excited shouts came through the earphones again.

"Wow, that feels so good!"

Although the Blue Shield navigation pod has terrain mapping capabilities and can communicate with the flight control system, the sight of the mountains rushing in and then rushing away still caused Talal's adrenaline to surge rapidly.

Awesome, that's so awesome!

The goal is right in front of you on the HUD!

Once you fly over the mountain ahead, you'll see Maz Town. Now, activate the weapon system and prepare to drop cluster bombs!

For those who possess high-tech weapons, war is nothing more than pressing a few buttons; however, for the weak, war means bloodshed and sacrifice!

The mountain peaks rushed past, and suddenly the view opened up before us!

Looking at the billowing dust in the valley, Talal smiled broadly and said, "Housts, slipper army, taste the high technology of this Shah!"

On the hillside.

"Target spotted!"

"Quickly, lock on!"

"Transmit to the missile launcher!"

Watban's fingers danced rapidly, and then suddenly he stopped shaking!

The launch vehicle is located to the side.

The same chassis has three vertically mounted missile launchers on both sides and a flat antenna in the center.

Early missiles used radio command guidance, with the flat panel antenna transmitting radio guidance commands. Later, after being converted to semi-active radar, the antenna evolved into a target illumination radar.

At this moment, the entire device rotated, the fire control computer performed high-speed calculations, and finally, the words "launch is possible" appeared on the screen.

"emission!"

The cap of one of the missile launch tubes was jettisoned, revealing the milky-white missile inside.

The missile battery activated, launch data was rapidly transmitted, the missile locking pin was released, and then a burst of intense heat rose from the rear!

Seven seconds! The fire control system's reaction time is seven seconds!

Qin Yuan glanced at his watch. Not bad, it only took ten seconds. The Houthi's first air defense missile unit performed well!

The milky-white missile left the launch tube, trailing a thick plume of white smoke, and hurtled toward its target!

Qin Yuan was also very familiar with this missile, after all, our East had also equipped it in large numbers!

In the 1970s and 80s, the French had a mature anti-aircraft missile called Sidewinder, and they sold two sets to the East. Soon after, the East produced a large number of HQ-7 missiles!

In the 1980s and 90s, the East's air defense could only rely on this thing.

This missile is not the original Sidewinder; it has a thickened and lengthened body, making it a high-end version with increased speed and range!

It is mainly used to deal with low-altitude and ultra-low-altitude aircraft, and also has a certain anti-missile capability.

The reason Sha gave two missile batteries to the Yemeni government forces was actually to use them to protect against gas cylinders.

Even if it's only worth two or three hundred thousand dollars, and used to intercept a gas cylinder worth only a few dozen dollars... that's still quite extravagant.

Now, using it to shoot down fighter jets worth tens of millions of dollars is a perfect match!

Near the launch vehicle, Qin Yuan sighed as he looked in the direction the missile had flown, anticipating the spectacular scene of the fighter jet being blown up.

Just as Shamrani's fighter jet rounded the hilltop, he saw white smoke rising from the ground and heading straight for Talal's fighter jet. Instantly, he trembled all over.

"Attention, Talal! Anti-aircraft missiles are heading your way!"

His voice trembled; he was so anxious that he didn't even call out the radio code, but directly called out the name!

At this moment, Talal was focusing his attention on the head-up display, locking onto the target based on the information displayed on the Blue Shield pod. When he heard the call in his headset, Talal remained calm, skillfully activating the afterburner and pulling the control lever.

Let's get up first!

He didn't realize it was already too late!

A milky-white anti-aircraft missile chased after his tail!