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

Saleh frowned.

Ahmed's words will strain relations, but... his son's analysis makes a lot of sense!

The equipment sent to the Yemeni government forces has ended up in the hands of the Houthis!

If the Houthis had taken it, we wouldn't have anything to say. The key point is that none of the Shahs who delivered it died! They're all alive and kicking!

Sha took off in a fighter jet, piloted by a prince, seemingly with great sincerity, but...

They were shot down and captured!

The Houthis didn't ask for anything; they didn't ask for anything at all! They just sent it back!

If you say there's nothing fishy going on, who would believe you!

If the two sides are truly in cahoots, then it will be even more impossible for him to get Shah's hands stained with Houthi blood!

"Ahmed, is your head full of sheep dung? Our prince almost died, how is this a charade?"

"Of course it was! It was a missile that shot down the fighter jet! A missile! How could those illiterate people in slippers possibly know how to use it! It was clearly your people who taught them!"

Ahmed was furious and spoke rudely: "Your heads are full of sheep dung! Don't you even remember what the Houthis' slogan is! If they rise to power, you Shahs will not have peace either!"

Seeing that his son was alright, Aziz felt relieved, but... the Yemen people's malicious kicking of Sha still made him resentful.

What do you mean? We kindly helped you, and you're taking advantage of our kindness? Your Ye family is just a poor relative of ours, coming to ask for things, and you're acting so arrogant? Who gave you the courage?

King Fahd, sitting on the throne, was also feeling quite overwhelmed.

"Salih, can Ahmed represent the views of your Yemeni government?"

Saleh's mind raced. If he nodded, he would completely break ties with Shah!

"Your Majesty, I would like to know why Houthi was willing to unconditionally send Prince Talal back. Could we... ask him to return and inquire about the specifics?"

"Of course! We've been discussing this for a while, and everyone's hungry. Let's go get something to eat and rest!"

Two hours later, Talal returned to the palace.

"Talal, are you alright?" Aziz was the first to greet him.

Despite his mother being Moroccan, she was his most beloved daughter. Seeing that his son was alright, his face was filled with joy.

"It's alright, Father, I'm fine."

"Brother Talal, are you hungry? We just had a meal, and we've saved some of the best food for you..." Saleh greeted him warmly.

"I'm not hungry. I had roasted whole lamb at the Houthi farm. They're very poor, but they still slaughtered their best lamb for me. I was really touched..."

Before Talal could finish speaking, he sensed something was wrong; the expressions on everyone's faces...

"Your Majesty, how do you explain this?" Ahmed's face darkened.

Saleh's heart started racing. Could it be that Saleh really had something going on with the Houthis?

If they get together, I'll be in big trouble!

"Talal, your bravery this time makes you a great hero, and our royal family is proud of you," King Fahd said. "In the future, many more warriors will follow in your footsteps to fight against the Houthis!"

His words were quite pointed; you'd better hurry up and express your hatred for the Houthis!

Talal was a smart man, and of course he understood His Majesty's implication, but...

Thinking about the courteous treatment he received after getting off the plane, and his conversation with Hassan, he...

"Your Majesty, the biggest problem in our Arab world is our lack of unity! We are practically a disorganized mess, which is why we are bullied by outsiders. I believe..."

"Alright, Talal, you must be tired. Go back and rest."

"You can't leave! Your Highness Talal, please explain yourself! We Arabs must unite, but should you, Shah, unite with our North Yemeni government or with the Houthis?"

"Of course we should all unite. We can resolve differences through negotiation; there's no need for internal strife. As long as we unite, we are the most powerful force in the world..."

"United? The Houthis are causing trouble now, they want to overthrow our government! You tell me, how can we be united?" Saleh's face was icy.

This prince is clearly having an affair with the Houthis! Otherwise, why would he say something like that!

Aziz frowned. His son had been so focused on flying planes and enjoying the thrill of the skies. When did he start having such independent political considerations?

He's right. If the Arabs unite, they will definitely become the most powerful force, but...

With so many factions and differing ideologies, how could they possibly unite?

Moreover, saying this now clearly sounds like they're speaking on behalf of the Houthis!

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Talal hadn't thought that much about it; he was simply filled with gratitude for escaping death and had been swayed by Qin Yuan's eloquent speech...

How exactly do we achieve unity? How would he know!

"If we send the Houthis a batch of weapons, will they unite?" Ahmed said sarcastically.

"No, no, sending weapons is out of the question; it would increase the risk of regional conflict. But sending some food and daily necessities is acceptable," Talal replied cautiously. "They are really poor..."

Sending them food so they're well-fed and can easily attack us? Sending them daily necessities? What constitutes "daily necessities"? The Houthis play with guns daily; wouldn't bullets be considered part of their daily necessities?

"Could we also send them some gas cylinders?"

"They should send some more; they're still burning cow and sheep dung..."

Aziz's eyelids started twitching. "Son, do you really not know what a useful gas cylinder is?"

"Father, do you see? That Sha fellow is still pretending, treating us like fools!"

"Ahmed, if all you do is offer sarcastic remarks and sow discord, then get out!" Bandar's face darkened. "Salih, has your son ever been to the battlefield? Has he ever personally fought the Houthis? What right does he have to spout nonsense here?"

"Father, let's go. This Shah is completely in cahoots with the Houthis!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Saleh frowned and looked at the people opposite him. "Gentlemen, let's get back to our previous topic. Our Yemeni government forces are no longer able to fight the Houthis. Could you, Mr. Saleh, formally deploy ground troops to help us?"

"Impossible!" Bandar immediately refused.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Saleh gritted his teeth. "Our Yemeni government misjudged you! Let's go!"

His purpose in coming here was to get Sha to send men, to get Sha's hands stained with the blood of the Houthis, or to get the Houthis' hands stained with Sha's blood.

Now, the goal cannot be achieved!

What's the point of keeping it?

Yemen may be poor, but it also has dignity!

Moreover, isn't this putting pressure on Sha?