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

Batu, known in ancient times as Canaan, encompasses a large area where both Arabs and the Davidians once lived.

Around 1000 BC, the Davidians established the Kingdom of David here. They were later conquered by various empires. In 70 AD, under the suppression of the Roman army, the Davidians were completely driven out and scattered throughout the world.

In the 7th century AD, the Arabs defeated the Eastern Roman Empire and brought Batu to their side. Thus, until the end of the 19th century, Davidians from all over the world flocked to the Batu region, and various conflicts began to occur with the Arabs who had lived there for thousands of years.

One has lived here for three thousand years, and the other has lived here for the last thousand years. It's hard to tell right from wrong anymore.

However, according to UN Resolution 181, the states of Batu and David should be established here separately.

Although the latter occupies 57 percent of the land, and it is all fertile land, there will still be room for the Batu to survive according to this resolution.

Unfortunately, the Arab countries at the time opposed the resolution, which led to four Middle East wars.

Batu never established a nation, while David grew stronger with each battle!

At the same time, the Davidians were incredibly adept at both direct warfare and underhanded tactics!

In order to deal with the PLO, which had retreated to Ledo, the people of David supported an elderly man in a wheelchair and established Mugama in Gaza. Schools, hospitals, libraries, and so on were all owned by the wheelchair-bound elderly man!

These industries eventually gave rise to a word spelled with the first three letters of Islam, resistance, and movement.

Gaza.

This is a desolate land, with one-third of it consisting of sand dunes. Water resources are extremely scarce. Although there are some primitive industries such as ceramics, food processing, and textiles, they are insufficient to support the large population here.

Therefore, tens of thousands of people would enter David's territory every day to engage in various forms of manual labor.

Standing on the dilapidated street, Hassan felt a pang of emotion. Just like in later generations, this place would never change, except... just a few more ruins.

Looking at those skyscrapers in the distance, it's like two completely different worlds!

"Hassan, where do we go next?" Sayyid looked around warily.

"Front!"

Hassan pointed into the distance, where a relatively well-preserved building in Gaza City stood. From the outside, it looked like a mosque, but the large sign hanging at the entrance read: Al-Azhar University Gaza Branch.

The campus was almost entirely populated by men. A few women were seen, but they all covered their bodies with black clothes, with only their eyes showing.

This was Said's first time at the university, and he seemed to feel a sacred aura about it.

"Hassan, this university... it really feels different."

"Well, when we Houthis take control of Yemen, we'll also establish our own university, and we..."

Hassan wanted to say that education should be popularized throughout the country, the quality of the people should be improved, and Yemen should be built into a better place.

but……

These words cannot be spoken yet, giving the impression of being castles in the air.

Let's go find someone first!

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the teaching building, the bell rang.

A group of students came out of the classroom, and on the podium, the middle-aged professor was surrounded by several students asking him all sorts of questions.

Finally, the students left, and the middle-aged professor packed up his lecture notes. Just as he was about to leave, an A4 sheet of paper appeared in front of him.

"Professor Dave, what do you think of my design?"

Dave glanced at it habitually, then his expression changed drastically.

The blueprints were very simple: a gas cylinder, a steel pipe, and a tail fin. That's...

Splash...

Suddenly, several burly men rushed out from all sides, intending to subdue the two uninvited guests.

"Hey, we mean no harm. If Professor Dave's identity were revealed, what's standing here now wouldn't be us, but bombs dropped by David's fighter jet!"

Dr. Dave glanced at the bodyguards.

"It's alright, let's talk in my office."

The office building, first floor, inside a very ordinary office.

"You two are from Yemen, right? We heard that a powerful weapon has appeared there, capable of destroying a building with a single shot. We've started testing it, but the data isn't complete yet. With these blueprints, everything's settled! You must have something to ask for by sending these blueprints, right?"

No one knew that the ordinary political science professor at this branch campus was actually a renowned military expert!

Hassan nodded: "Yes, my name is Hassan, a member of the Houthi rebels. I'm here to ask you to help me blow up this building."

Hassan is an Arabic word meaning handsome or outstanding, so it's a very common name. If someone were to reveal their real name, most people would assume it's an alias and it wouldn't attract much attention.

After Hassan finished speaking, he handed over a photograph of an old, brown building that looked particularly unremarkable.

On the back of the photo is the specific address and house number.

"With our capabilities, we can't even get here, Mr. Hassan. I'm sorry, it's not that we're afraid to die, but inside Tel Aviv, we can't move an inch. We simply can't get this powerful weapon in!"

After Dave finished speaking, he glanced at the photo again: "Where is this place?"

"Mossad Headquarters".

What?

Dave's eyes widened. This was Mossad's stronghold!

Over the years, countless people have died at the hands of Mossad, and they certainly hope to fight their way to Mossad's headquarters!

No matter the cost, we have to pull this off, but...

"Gentlemen, if I may be so bold, I cannot fully trust you based solely on this one design drawing."

What if you were sent by Mossad?

Over the years, they have experienced the most brutal wars, and it is impossible for them to easily trust two people of unknown origin!

"We've also brought ten drones, which you can use as well. Each drone can carry 200 grams of explosives. After the attack, some people will definitely escape from this building. Then we can launch another attack. All of Mossad's top brass must be killed."

Hassan said this, and gave Said a wink.

So, Saeed opened his briefcase and took out a... crude drone.

We used to just use these drones for reconnaissance, but now... it's time to go big!

Mossad, aren't they the most skilled assassins? Aren't they the best at creating a climate of terror? We'll show you what it means to do unto others what you would not have them do unto you!

Dave's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "A drone?"

"You should know that we rescued a German engineer; this is his masterpiece," Hassan said. "And Mossad doesn't have anything similar. You still don't trust us... then we have no choice but to leave."