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

Just as the eastern sky began to lighten, a three-wheeled motorcycle roared back to Malan Town.

The Hadza tribe evacuated in time and suffered no damage. The bombing of their settlement was no big deal; they could rebuild it. The most important thing was that everyone was safe.

Qin Yuan was most concerned about the safety of the Houthi military industrial base No. 1; nothing could go wrong here!

At the town entrance, Qin Yuan stopped his motorcycle and opened his eyes wide.

The road ahead was impassable; the crater created by the bomb was several meters deep!

The earthen buildings on the hillside collapsed, and not a single complete building remains!

The grain warehouse had completely disappeared, leaving behind a large crater, with a ring of blasted earth forming a crater around it.

How many bombs were fired here? It's far worse than the Hadza tribe's situation!

Hopefully, everyone can evacuate safely. After all, it's better to save the land than to lose people, or to save people than to lose the land. Land is inanimate, but people are alive!

"Hassan, you're finally back! Come with me!"

A figure was running towards them from a distance; it was... Wattban, who had stayed behind?

"Wattban, what happened?"

You'll know when you get there.

The back mountain is the Houthi's first military industrial base.

This place was hit by seven or eight bombs, but because the mountain is thick, the interior was not damaged. Only a few entrances were destroyed, but they were cleared overnight and have been restored.

However... everyone they met along the way had a grim expression, and their grief and indignation made it seem as if an important person had died!

"Could it be Dr. Booth...?"

A military industrial base, and someone died—who else could it be but Dr. Booth?

"No, he's fine."

"That Julia..."

"It's alright."

Qin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Drones, the ultimate weapon of war in the future! Dr. Booth was a key figure in the development of drones, and it's good that he's alright.

At this moment, the two had arrived at a cave, which... seemed somewhat familiar.

When Saddam Hussein was killed in the bombing, his body was temporarily placed here, and now...

A bad feeling welled up in Qin Yuan's heart. He strode in, and then...

I saw that almost all of the Houthi's senior commanders were here!

Hamid, Tariq, Alim, Badal-din-Housse...

Everyone was gathered in the center of the cave. There... thankfully, there was no coffin, only a bed with a lamp hanging overhead. Below... was a man in a white coat, who was using tweezers to pick out a piece of shrapnel and place it on a plate beside him.

Snapped!

Julia was helping him, and her hands, which were holding the plates, seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Where is Leader Abdul?" Qin Yuan asked.

"Right up there," Hamid said, pointing to the simple operating table.

What?

Qin Yuan's eyes widened: "Our leader, he..."

Just then, the doctor finally turned around, took off his mask, and it was soaking wet inside.

"Dr. Salim, how is my son?" Badr al-Din al-Housse asked anxiously.

"Most of the shrapnel wasn't lodged in vital areas and has been removed. All internal organs are functioning normally, but..."

Salim, the only surgeon in the entire Houthi force, was utterly exhausted. He pointed to Abdul-Houthi's head: "There's a piece of shrapnel stuck in there, I dare not pull it out..."

Qin Yuan looked over, and his heart skipped a beat.

A thin piece of shrapnel had somehow gotten lodged in the back of Abdul-Housse's head! That's where the brainstem is located!

The brainstem transmits impulses to the cerebral cortex through the ascending reticular activating system. When the brainstem is damaged, the transmission of nerve impulses is blocked, the cerebral cortex cannot be activated, and the patient will lose consciousness. In short, he/she will be in a vegetative state!

Given the medical conditions here in Houthi territory, it's simply impossible to remove this piece of shrapnel. If it were pulled out rashly, the person might end up in a vegetative state!

"Uncle Abdul, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Upon hearing this, Julia burst into tears, lay on the hospital bed, and cried out in anguish.

If it weren't for Abdul's protection, she would have been killed in the explosion!

just now……

Dr. Booth stood to the side, his fists clenched. His daughter had been persecuted twice by the Davidians and saved twice by the Houthis. Dr. Booth was a Houthi in life and a Houthi in death!

Qin Yuan's tone was tense: "Julia, don't cry! We need to get the leader to a major hospital for treatment right away, like the one in Shah's capital... I, Hassan, will do whatever it takes to save the leader!"

Having transmigrated here, Qin Yuan only wanted to fight a good war. Abdul-Houthi was a good leader, tolerant and not suspicious of him because of his outstanding abilities.

The superficial aspects, such as the boasting after the capture of weapons and equipment, are all left to Abdul-Houthi, who remain hidden in the background, feeling perfectly safe.

This guy can't die now!

If you die, I, Hassan-Yahya, will become Mossad's number one thorn in their side!

Although he hadn't been in this world for very long, the scenes from the past were still replaying in Qin Yuan's mind. At this moment, he felt only tension, emotion, and respect!

"No," Badr al-Din al-Housse said. "Shah is in cahoots with the West. If Abdul goes to Shah's hospital, he might... not come back."

Even if he has a good relationship with Talal, it doesn't necessarily mean he can be with others! Who knows how many Western spies are in Sha's hospital!

"Then I'll go there myself and have Talal bring over some surgical experts. We must make sure His Excellency Abdul recovers and can continue leading our Houthi armed forces..."

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Dr. Salim can perform physical surgery, but he can't do the same for the brain, which is a complex matter!

After Qin Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and tried to run outside.

"We need Talal's help. Sayyid, you go to Riyadh immediately! Hassan, you stay here. Now... we have important matters to discuss."

"That's right, we still need to discuss our next revenge."

Qin Yuan realized what was happening: "The American warplanes that directly bombed us this time took off from the Prince of Sudan Air Force Base. Let's see if we can drive the Americans out after we go back to Talal. If not, then we'll launch a retaliatory operation. Mossad is the organizer behind it all. Blood debts must be repaid in blood. We..."

Qin Yuan's mind was racing, and he spoke very quickly. In the blink of an eye, he came up with dozens of ways to get revenge!

Wait a minute, something's not right here!

Qin Yuan looked at the gazes of everyone present. Why were they all looking at him?

This……

Badal al-Din al-Housse's face was filled with sorrow, but... he had been observing Qin Yuan's reaction, and now he had finally made up his mind.

"Abdul's head injury, even if it heals, will likely... Regardless of the upcoming revenge or the continued overthrow of the Saleh family's tyranny, our Houthi forces need a strong leader. What do you all think of Hassan Yahya?"

What?! Hey, I don't want to be a leader! Leaders die young! I haven't had enough fun yet!