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

Sha, the royal palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, something terrible has happened!"

When a panicked voice rang out from outside, Prince Aziz turned pale and grabbed him.

"What's wrong?"

"One of our F-15 fighter jets, which was on a bombing mission, was shot down!"

"Whose?" Prince Aziz's voice trembled, afraid to hear that familiar name.

"Lieutenant Colonel Talal."

boom!

Prince Aziz's head exploded, his legs went weak, and he plopped back down in his chair.

You brat, I told you to retire and come help me, but you wouldn't listen. This time you insist on going to the battlefield. Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Prince Bandar, with his gray hair and beard, also stood up: "What did you say?"

Talal, whose full name is Talal bin Abdulaziz bin Bandar bin Abdulaziz Saud, was born in 1961. By lineage, he is the grandson of the founding king of Saudi Arabia!

The name of this person, Sha, is particularly long, consisting of three or four sections. The first section is his own name, followed by his father's name, then his grandfather's name, and the last section is the name of his tribe or clan.

Aziz is the name of Talal's father, who is the intelligence chief of GIP, the intelligence agency of the Shah.

Bandar is the name of Talal's grandfather, which makes him even more prestigious!

Talal's background was something that those marginalized princes could never compare to.

Unfortunately, his mother is Moroccan, so he has no right to the throne, but he can still play a significant role in the royal family. For example, his father is already planning to bring him to work for him.

Unexpectedly... at the very last moment, this son ran off to the battlefield, and... his fate is still unknown!

"Did you parachute?" Saleh asked with concern.

At this point, he naturally hoped that Talal would die on the spot, so that the blood feud between Shah and the Houthis would be established!

"He jumped!"

Prince Aziz finally recovered from the huge blow and spoke urgently: "Salih, quick, immediately send out your ground troops and bring Talal back!"

Saleh's eyes darted around. "Well... folks, if our local garrison could handle the Houthis, we wouldn't be asking for help here! Shouldn't this kind of 'rescue pilots behind enemy lines' mission be a special forces operation?"

They genuinely lack the ability, and moreover, even if they did, they wouldn't be willing to do it.

We need to get Shah's ground troops involved too!

Sha's Royal Special Operations Force sounds impressive, but it's actually incredibly incompetent!

These people will definitely be surrounded by the Houthi rebels if they go there, which will force Shah to send more ground troops to fight!

The faces of the people present, including Sha, turned ugly. "Fine, we helped you, contributing money and effort. Now that we need your help, you're shirking your responsibilities."

"Salih, don't forget, Prince Talal was in danger because he was helping Yemen fight! Is this Yemen's way of repaying you?"

"No, Your Highness Bandar, we truly lack the capability..."

"Damn it, you're all a bunch of parasites, trash!" Prince Aziz cursed on the spot.

Chaos reigned within the palace.

Maz town, next to the pointed building.

The barbecue grill was set up, and the whole roasted lamb sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the air with the aroma of roasted meat.

"Here, this leg of lamb is the most delicious. I'll cut you a piece first. Don't be shy, pilot."

Talal took the mutton, still somewhat incredulous: "Shouldn't you...hate me?"

"We hate the Western world led by the United States, and we hate David. It is because of these troublemakers that our Arab world is in chaos. The Saleh government has sided with the West, which is why we are rising up in rebellion."

"Then our government in Saudi Arabia... also stands on the side of the West."

"Yes, but what does that have to do with you? Can you influence the royal family's decisions?"

"I……"

Talal was filled with mixed feelings. "I am a prince! But... it seems I really can't influence royal decisions, after all, I'm not the king."

"As soldiers, obeying orders is our duty. It's not your fault that you flew your fighter jet to bomb us, but the fault of the decision-makers behind it. Politics is all dirty. Come on, eat!"

A complex feeling welled up in Talal's heart.

In 91, the Gulf War broke out. For his own safety, Shah had no choice but to invite the Americans into his territory. And then... it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away!

The Americans never left, and last year, they even overthrew the Iraqi regime without UN authorization!

In 91, many people opposed the royal family's decision, and last year, the opposition grew even stronger!

Previously, Talal only wanted to seek excitement and had no political stance; in short, he just wanted to stand with the royal family!

just now……

"Come on, eat!"

"You all eat too!"

"No, no, our best dishes should of course be reserved for our guests."

Looking at the people around him swallowing hard, and then at their tattered clothes, Talal suddenly realized: "You don't just have this one sheep, do you?"

"Well... of course there are, there are plenty more in the sheepfold behind!"

Talal stood up: "Take me to see!"

Talal looked around but didn't see any sheep, only other people eating Arabic bread!

His feelings were even more complicated.

Although it's a neighboring country, the Saudis are so rich that they throw away their leftovers, but here... even getting food has become a basic problem!

"You...killed your only sheep to entertain me?"

"Come on, pilot, keep eating! Once you're done, we'll send a car to take you home."

"Are you really going to send me back?"

"Yes, you just saw how poor we are. We can treat you to a nice meal, but we can't afford to eat like that every single day..."

"No, no, do you know who I am?" At this moment, Talal could no longer hold back and had to tell the people in front of him his identity!

Despite their opposing stances, at this moment, everyone is a friend! They can even use their capture to threaten the royal family, obtaining more food to make things easier for their brothers here!

Qin Yuan interrupted him: "Who you are doesn't matter. The moment you leave the fighter jet, we are no longer enemies. Our ideal is for our Arab brothers to stop fighting amongst themselves and cooperate against external enemies! Come on, buddy, eat!"

Holding the roasted lamb leg, Talal's eyes welled up with tears.

That's right, we're all Arab brothers, why are we fighting each other!

Thud, thud!

A glistening liquid fell onto the lamb leg in my hand.

Qin Yuan was secretly pleased with himself.

The moment I saw you, I recognized you. Otherwise, do you think I would be so hospitable?