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

The mountain road was rugged, and a row of three-wheeled motorcycles traveled between the mountains.

On the back of the motorcycle sat an excited soldier, his calves dangling out and swinging back and forth, his slippers swinging back and forth.

"Hassan, you're a genius! We won so easily again!"

"Yes, this series of actions was perfectly linked, Hassan, you are our war god!"

Everyone's praise was overflowing.

"Well, it's nothing, I was just lucky."

Qin Yuan was not lying.

If it weren't for tracing back the target's location through computer Trojans, if the head of intelligence in Hodeidah hadn't personally gone to make contact, if the intelligence personnel in Sana'a hadn't held a meeting together...

There's no way he could catch so many big fish in one net!

The Mossad of the past would never have made so many mistakes. Over the years, the myth of Mossad has become increasingly exaggerated, leading many to become arrogant and conceited, believing themselves to be omnipotent and others to be fools, which is why they have made such mistakes.

A three-way intersection appeared ahead.

"Tarik, you guys go back first. Said and I need to go see Sha's place."

"What are you going over there for?"

"Of course, we should continue to contact Dongda University for supplies! We haven't secured fertilizer and sugar yet!"

Although we pulled off a big heist, the mission is not yet complete!

Recently, it's absolutely impossible to go to Sana City. Every internet cafe there is under close surveillance. If I want to contact my uncle, I can only go to Sha's place.

Sha's internet cafe will definitely be monitored as well.

To avoid being exposed, the only option is to buy a laptop and then... steal the network!

The international internet connects continents via submarine fiber optic cables. On land, these cables run underground. At Tokyo University, there are frequent cases of people digging up fiber optic cables and facing huge claims.

Sha's network is being deployed very quickly, covering every city. He can find a terrestrial fiber optic cable somewhere between two cities, dig it up, melt a connector, and then crack it. That should give him his own network!

Alternatively, Yemen would also work. There are stakes buried along the highway from Hodeidah to Sana'a with Arabic writing: "Fiber optic cable below, damage will be prosecuted!"

If it weren't for the fact that mobile phones are easily tracked and Yemen's mobile network is so poor, using QQ on mobile would be much more convenient...

At the fork in the road, everyone parted ways. Qin Yuan, with Said, continued north, traveling along mountain paths. Occasionally, when passing by a main road, they could see some heavy trucks towing containers.

what is this?

Qin Yuan didn't think much of it; it was more important to focus on his own tasks.

Malan Town.

"Your Excellency Abdul-Housse, Prince Talal's gift has arrived!"

Abdul-Housse walked out of the earthen building with a smile, stood by the roadside, and watched the transport team arrive.

The containers could only be transported to the main roads, and the Houthi rebels used motorcycles, donkeys, and other means of transportation to complete the last few dozen kilometers of transport.

One container can hold 25 tons of flour, so these 100 containers would hold 2,500 tons of flour!

A manual laborer needs about two kilograms of grain every day, which is more than 300 kilograms a year. This batch of grain can meet the food needs of seven or eight thousand people for a year!

Currently, the Houthi armed forces have grown to over a thousand people, and this amount of food is enough to feed them for seven or eight years!

People living in impoverished areas have very low expectations for life; they just need enough to eat!

"I never expected Hassan's plan to be so effective!" Badar al-Din al-Housse remarked beside him.

I heard that a Saudi prince was captured, and he had considered detaining him to demand money or weapons, but unfortunately Abdul-Housse stood by and watched Hassan's reckless actions.

And now, Prince Sha has come to us of his own accord!

This……

"Your Excellency Abdul-Housse, this is Brother Wanhabi, Prince Talal's most trusted servant," Hamid, who was in charge of the contact, introduced.

Wanhabi bowed and placed his right hand on his left chest: "Your Excellency Houthi, thank you for releasing my master. These gifts are a token of my master's appreciation; please accept them."

"Yes, thank you, Prince Talal. Brother Wanhabi, please stay for dinner."

"No, I have to go back and report immediately."

"Someone, escort Brother Wanhabi away, all the way to the border!"

"yes!"

The flour keeps arriving!

Badr al-Din al-Housse spoke up: "Abdul, we can't possibly eat all this food. Could we send some to the tribes that support us?"

"That's right, send some people from every tribe that has joined our Houthi armed forces, especially the Hadza tribe, send more of them!"

Hassan is from the Hadza tribe! Without Hassan, there would be no food!

Abdul-Housse has always been adept at winning people's hearts and minds.

Countless shipments of flour were transported over, then dispersed to various tribes. After receiving the food, everyone was grateful to the Houthi rebels and sent even more young men to join them.

The Hadza tribe.

"Chief, Chief!" Rushdie ran over excitedly. "Someone has brought us food!"

"Who?"

"Teacher Hamid!"

These teachers spread their teachings in the mountains a few years ago and are very familiar with the various tribes. Since the military industrial base is back on track, Hamid personally came to deliver food to the Hadza tribe!

A full fifty tons of grain, enough to feed the Hadza tribe for several years!

"Teacher Hamid!" Chief Nurundin looked at the person he hadn't seen in so long: "Was my son Hassan and the warriors of our tribe brave on the battlefield?"

"Of course, very brave! Hassan, Saeed, Watban, these guys are all elites of our Houthi forces, especially Hassan..."

Hamid spoke eloquently, and Nurundin listened with shining eyes.

I never imagined my son would grow up to be such an outstanding person!

"Now, Hassan is the third most powerful figure in our Houthi armed forces after our spiritual leader and Abdul, and everyone listens to him!"

"Hassan is so young, he deserves more experience. Seeing how busy he is, I feel bad asking him to come back..."

"He hasn't been back to the tribe in a long time. Is something wrong?"

"Hassan is already an adult but not yet married, so... the tribe hopes to get his marriage arranged as soon as possible. In the past few months, many other tribes have come to propose marriage, including more than a dozen of the chief's daughters..."

"Okay, once Hassan's done with his work, I'll have him come back—no, I'll come back with him to officiate his wedding!"

"Really? That's wonderful!"

Splash...

Just then, the person responsible for carrying the flour accidentally hooked the flour bag onto a sharp protrusion on the tricycle, causing the bag to tear and white flour to spill everywhere!

"Hardy, how could you be so careless?"

"Excuse me, Chief, I... wait, what's this?"

A small plastic package appeared in the white flour, with English writing on it that he couldn't understand.

"Desiccant," Hamid said after glancing at it.