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

Maz Town, intersection.

"Hey buddy, get in the car!"

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Talal looked at the pickup truck, still somewhat dazed: "You...you're really letting me go back?"

"Of course. Our war was a conspiracy by those damned politicians; we were brothers! Goodbye!"

"I……"

Talal tried several times to reveal his true identity, but in the end he didn't, and got into the car with mixed feelings.

As the car started moving, he suddenly stuck his head out and waved behind him.

Goodbye! You'll always be my brothers!

Qin Yuan smiled and waved.

As the pickup truck drove away, Qin Yuan decided to go back. Just as he turned his head, he almost bumped into a big face.

"Your Excellency Abdul, what are you doing? You're scaring me half to death!"

Abdul-Housse chuckled: "I heard there was a great victory here, and that someone from Saudi Arabia even shot down an F-15 fighter jet, so I came to see what was going on..."

"This pilot is Prince Talal of Shah, whose father and grandfather have great influence in the royal family," Qin Yuan said, knowing what Abdul wanted to ask.

"So... you're afraid of completely angering the royal family and making them our enemy?"

"We dare to oppose even the United States, so what are we afraid of, that Shay?!" Qin Yuan shook his head. "There's no one in the world worth our fear!"

I was born to be a tough guy, how could I be afraid!

"So you just let him go?"

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Your Excellency Abdul, imagine the spectacle of a pilot prince returning to the Saudi royal family, full of goodwill and brimming with life... You... can probably imagine it, right?"

Abdul's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

The previous clever acquisition of equipment had already created a rift between Shah and the Yemeni government, and this time Prince Talal returned unscathed...

"Hassan, your wisdom is like this vast mountain range, boundless and profound..."

"Man proposes, God disposes. Let's wait and see. Hopefully, Prince Talal won't let us down."

Sha, the royal palace.

"Alright, stop arguing!" King Fahd, sitting on the main seat, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Talal is our hero! We absolutely cannot stand by and watch him get hurt. If the Yemeni government can't rescue him, then we'll do it ourselves!"

Saleh was secretly delighted. Good, as long as you send in ground troops, we'll be completely drawn in!

"That's right, no matter how much money the Houthis want, we will do our best to satisfy them!" Prince Aziz said.

What?

Is this how you, Saleh, think? Using money to ransom people? Money really is good! Saleh thought to himself.

Just then, a voice sounded beside him.

"What if the Houthis demand that you exchange equipment for them?"

Even now, they're still nitpicking!

The people present glared at him angrily. Ahmed, are you even human?

Saleh was also a little embarrassed. The other party's important prince had been captured and was in a great hurry. If he continued to nitpick, would it completely ruin the relationship?

However... Ahmed's question also has its merits!

The Houthis are used to being poor, so money doesn't mean them much. Besides, they got a lot of money last time, so they'll definitely demand a large amount of equipment this time!

How will Mr. Sha choose?

Without equipment, Prince Talal won't be able to return, and might even be killed; giving him equipment, on the other hand, will only strengthen the Houthi forces...

We have to teach that guy Sha a lesson!

Thinking of this, Saleh gave Ahmed a wink.

"War always results in casualties, and victory is written in blood. My cousin Amar sacrificed his precious life to defeat the Houthis..."

Whoosh!

An exquisite tea set flew from Prince Aziz's hand, accompanied by a roar.

"roll!"

Ahmed lowered his head, and the teacup grazed his forehead, landing on the thick Persian carpet without breaking.

But… Saleh’s expression changed!

This is a complete breakdown in relations!

Prince Aziz roared, "Can the lives of you poor Yemeni bastards compare to the lives of our Shah prince? What is Amar? He dares to compare himself to my son! The Houthis will give us money, equipment, and even planes! No matter the cost, we will rescue my prince!"

Saleh's mind raced. Should he soften his stance, send Yemeni government troops to rescue the people, and repair relations?

Ahmed touched his forehead; it was covered in blood! He regretted not wearing a headscarf!

He was furious too.

"Father, you see? This is Sha's attitude! They still keep saying that the last batch of supplies wasn't given to the Houthis voluntarily! They've stopped pretending now! Humph, they're still acting like they did back then when they supported the royalists..."

You still want to trade equipment for the prince?

I'll ruin it for you guys!

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, Ahmed was slapped across the face. He stared wide-eyed at his father in disbelief.

Dad, you hit me?

Nonsense! If I don't hit you, these angry Sha guys will tear us father and son to shreds and then eat us raw without any fennel or cumin!

From now on, don't expect Sha to support us!

Yemen is too poor. Even if Sha only gives us a little money, it would be good!

"Aziz, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Just then, a commotion arose from Sha's side.

Ahmed looked over and saw that Aziz, who had just thrown away the cup, had actually pulled out a... golden knife. This was going to be a bloodbath!

Don't think of high-level meetings as something lofty and dignified. If things fall apart, spitting and throwing teacups are common occurrences, and they might even roll up their sleeves and start fighting!

Now, Aziz is completely enraged!

beep, beep...

Just then, someone ran in from outside.

"Report! We've just received the latest news from Najilan!"

Aziz immediately stopped and looked at the messenger.

"Any news from Talal? Have the Houthis offered any terms in exchange?"

"It's news about Prince Talal. He has been released and is currently in Najran."

What?

It's been put back?

Everyone was stunned, even Aziz didn't react!

Ahmed covered his face, which was red from his father's slap, his voice filled with anger.

"I see now! So it was all an act all along! You and the Houthis were putting on a show, did you think we Yemen were fools?"

All that talk about fighter jets taking off and bombing, or princes being dispatched, is just a lie to fool us!

That batch of equipment was given to the Houthis by you! The subsequent bombing looked impressive, but in reality... you were just putting on a show!

As for the fighter jet being shot down... it was definitely accidental!

Judging by the timeline, the plane was shot down less than two hours before the pilot was respectfully brought back, without losing a single hair!