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

Although people in the Middle East all have large beards, there are still some differences.

Izzat Ibrahim al-Duri only has a straight mustache below his nose, while the old man in front of me has a white beard on his chin, which makes the two look very different.

While Watban went to pick up the people, Hassan observed from a distance.

Why would a normal person touch their nose for no reason? It's obvious they want to touch the beard under their nose! It's just that the beard there has been shaved clean, and the roots have probably been pulled out!

As for the beard on his chin, it grew recently during his wanderings and constant hiding. The white beard wasn't dyed very evenly, and you could still see traces of red at the roots.

Just like Saddam Hussein, when he was arrested, his full beard was very different from the straight mustache he had when he was president.

More importantly, it's about self-control!

I heard that he could remain calm even when he was taken to the dungeon; ordinary people wouldn't have that kind of courage!

Hu Jintao came from a poor background and started working underground for the Revival Party with Saddam Hussein in 1963. After coming to power, he eliminated dissidents and personally killed many people. It can be said that he has seen all kinds of storms!

A person like Yi Tuo, who could lead the anti-American guerrilla war for more than a decade, naturally possessed this kind of determination!

"Okay, that's almost done. Here, let me cut you a piece of lamb leg."

"Thanks."

Redbeard didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down in the worn-out chair, took the leg of lamb, put it in his mouth, and chewed it in big bites.

"It would be even better if there were a glass of red wine..."

Although alcohol is prohibited in the Muslim world, it is no secret that the high-ranking officials in Yituo are all heavy drinkers.

"We don't have red wine, but you can have a cup of coffee."

As they were talking, Julia came out with a cup of coffee.

"Uncle Redbeard, please enjoy your meal."

Looking at the European-looking man, the red-bearded man asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"my wife."

Although Hassan didn't want to get married so early, since they were already engaged, he had to give Julia a proper status.

"My esteemed lady, I have come in haste and have not brought any gifts." The red-bearded man was taken aback at first, then went to check his pockets, which were empty; Wattban had already taken everything.

So he grabbed the buttons on his white robe.

Bang, bang, bang!

He ripped off three buttons!

Hey, you old pervert, what are you doing?

He picked up the buttons and handed them to Julia: "These gold buttons are a small token of my gratitude."

"this……"

"Julia, you can take it!"

"oh oh."

Watching Julia's departing figure, Hassan spoke up: "Uncle Redbeard, are you here seeking the Hell Cannon and Hassan Rocket technology? Rest assured, all anti-American forces, regardless of faction, should unite. We can teach you all these technologies without reservation!"

Speaking of these weapons, the Hell Cannon was actually invented by the Syrian army, the steel pipe rocket is a specialty of Hamas, and the most common weapon on the battlefield of Iraq is the roadside bomb!

It's time to equip them with these powerful weapons! They could easily send those Americans running for their lives!

By holding back the Americans on the Iraqi battlefield, our side can better develop and grow stronger in Yemen!

"Thank you for your kindness. I've also heard that you were the ones who planned the attack on Mossad. I think..."

The Mossad headquarters was completely wiped out, and David's men suffered heavy casualties. This has become the biggest news recently!

Redbeard came in person because he heard about this! Otherwise... contacting the Houthis would have been enough; he could have just sent a subordinate. Why would he have had to come personally?

"For you, the greatest threat is the Sultan's Prince Air Base," Hassan said calmly. "If you want a fierce retaliation... then blow up this base, how about it?"

In August 1990, Iraq invaded Khabarovsk, leading to a deterioration of the situation in the entire Middle East. After careful consideration, Shah decided to invite the Americans to station troops on his territory. As a result, a dedicated air force base was built 80 kilometers south of Riyadh.

In fact, there was an airport before, but there were no buildings. Construction was carried out throughout the winter of 1990, and by 1991, it had become a super military camp capable of accommodating 5,000 US troops, with hundreds of combat aircraft of various types, and even an air force command headquarters.

Thus, until 03, with the end of the Iraq War, the importance of the base began to decline, the air command was moved to Kata, and the Americans even declared that the Prince of Sudan base would be closed.

But in reality, how could the Americans possibly give up their military presence in Saudi Arabia?

There have always been fighter jets at the base, and they even launched a long-range airstrike on Houthi camps last time. Abdul-Houthi was injured in that airstrike.

Hassan is absolutely ruthless when it comes to revenge!

The destruction of Mossad headquarters is not enough!

The Sultan's Prince Air Base must also be destroyed!

However... that base is, after all, located within Saudi territory. If the Houthis take action, it will give the pro-Western faction within Saudi Arabia an excuse to attack the Houthis!

Since the Ituo people have come to our doorstep, we can certainly rely on their strength!

Redbeard's eyes lit up: "That's right, we should teach them a lesson! Hassan, what exactly should we do?"

Since Saddam Hussein was captured, the morale of their guerrillas has been steadily declining, and they desperately need a glorious victory to boost their spirits!

The Prince Sultan Air Base covers an area of ​​eighty square miles. Even if it's not marked on a map, it's easy to find. But... how do you fight it?

"Of course, we'll give them a big one..."

Hassan said, glancing at the bodyguards standing behind the red-bearded man, "I wonder if there are any good snipers among these people?"

If I remember correctly, there was a figure called Death Juba active on the Iraqi battlefield. He sniped American soldiers on the streets of Baghdad as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs. In particular, the videos of him being posted on the Internet caused a worldwide sensation.

Of course, this Juba is definitely an alias; his real identity... no one knows.

"Of course there is." The red-bearded man glanced back. "Azam!"

Azam Mutab Mahdi Anzi Abu Saleh stepped forward. Born in 1968, he is not yet forty years old, which is the prime of his life. Although he has not received any formal sniper training, he is self-taught and uses an AK rifle with mechanical sights to strike fear into the hearts of the US military.

This fellow stepped forward, his face covered in a beard, his eyes deep-set, and a pair of cold eyes that gleamed with a chilling light.

"Want to give it a try?"

To show they meant no harm, they hid the guns outside and didn't bring them in at all. Now...

"No need, buddy. This raid on the Sultan's airbase requires us to start with your operation."