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

In the vast desert, a convoy of vehicles travels along a rudimentary road.

With its angular front end, spacious equipment compartment behind the driver's cab, and eight large off-road treads, this vehicle is easily recognizable as the M977 series heavy high-mobility off-road vehicle, one of the most common in the US military, and a valuable asset for battlefield resupply.

The truck has an oval-shaped oil tank in its cargo bed, which is not very big and is almost the same size as the cab. There is also a six-wheeled trailer with an even larger oil tank on it.

This is a special fuel tanker in the U.S. military's logistics supply convoy!

The M978A4 HEMTT tanker truck can not only transport fuel, but also refuel directly using the onboard oil pump when needed!

A convoy of eight vehicles, one, two... and so on, rumbled southwards, billowing black smoke.

On the first car.

Driver McKinney wiped the sweat from his brow and said, somewhat annoyed, "This damn place has given me a tan!"

Getting a tan?

In the passenger seat, Bruce turned his head and looked at the dark-skinned driver, who flashed a bright white smile. He was speechless. "You're already dark-skinned, how much darker can you get?"

"Yes, it's really unexpected that in the past ten years or so, the Oshkesh company hasn't upgraded the air conditioning on our trucks to a higher-powered model!"

In 91, the Gulf War broke out, and a large number of US military equipment was deployed to the desert for combat, which quickly proved to be unsuitable for the environment.

The air filter of the M1 main battle tank needs to be cleaned every few hours, otherwise the engine will wear out prematurely. At the same time, the tropical weather conditions make life miserable for all the soldiers.

They tried various methods, even putting saline solution in the refrigerator and injecting it into the body to cool it down when it was about to freeze.

Nobody wants to replace their air conditioners!

"Hmph, those damn leaders, they can sit in air-conditioned offices and work, but have they ever thought about us!" McKinney complained again. "Especially the base commander, he has to play with a different one every night..."

This made everyone even more excited.

"It would be better to station troops in island nations and South Korea. There, if you want to play with women, you can just go out on the street and pick one up. Here... you have to keep a low profile. It's damn good!" McKinney slammed his fist hard on the steering wheel.

drip...

The loudspeaker blared.

It's hot, even hotter!

"No, I need to open the window to let some fresh air in."

The air conditioner's cooling capacity is insufficient, so it only blows in hot air. It's better to just open the window!

He cranked the window handle, saying that this was because the reliability on the battlefield was such that there weren't even electric windows, and they had to be cranked by hand!

One, two, three...

A surge of heat rushed in, but why does it feel even hotter? Should I start shaking it?

Just then, he felt a pain in his eardrums, like the feeling when going down a long slope. This was...

Bang!

The next moment, a bullet pierced his head, and his entire skull exploded!

Red blood, white brain matter... splattered all over Bruce's face. Before he could even cry out in alarm, a second bullet flew in. In his retina, the spinning bullet magnified rapidly, and magnified again...

Bang!

His head exploded!

The truck completely lost control and began to wreak havoc on the highway.

From behind, George, the driver of the second car, shouted angrily, "What are they doing?"

The passenger in the front seat asked, "Could it be a flat tire?"

"We can still drive even with a flat tire!" George glanced at his idiotic companion. "This is a military truck, equipped with run-flat tires. Even a 7.62mm bullet can't break them!"

"That means the steering gear is broken."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Let's go down and take a look!"

The road was narrow, and the car in front slowed down as it drove in circles, so the convoy behind them had to stop as well. The driver and passenger got out and went to the front to check the situation.

Hey!

Then, a sound from afar caught George's attention. He turned his head and saw that his companion had a large hole in his head and was lying limply on the ground.

"Sniper, damn it, there's a sniper!"

Instantly, he shouted.

Soldiers are divided into many kinds. Elite special forces soldiers look down on ordinary field troops. Field troops look down on logistics personnel. Among logistics personnel, drivers look down on cooks, even though they are all at the bottom of the hierarchy of contempt.

Simply put, these logistics guys have very poor combat skills! Moreover, it's always been very safe in the desert people's territory, so much so that they don't even bring their guns when they get out of the vehicle!

Although the sniper had already fired two shots, they were both inside the car. The roar of the engine and the music playing from the stereo masked the gunman's shots. Only now that they've gotten out of the car can they faintly hear them!

The snipers in the distance were the most elite, leaving them no chance.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

One shot, one kill; every bullet hit its mark. Soldiers in the trucks fell one after another, screaming in agony.

Meanwhile, in the desert, Azam remained calm and composed, shooting each American soldier in the head with a single shot!

With his first shot, he intended to use a steel-core armor-piercing bullet to break the car window, but unexpectedly, the other party opened the window!

Ten, fifteen, sixteen!

Finally, he blew the heads off all the truck drivers!

He stood up from the desert, picked up his gun, and strode towards a dilapidated minibus in the distance.

At the same time, a whoosh... people lying in ambush on both sides of the road rushed up, dressed in the same US military uniforms, and skillfully installed detonation devices at the bottom of the oil tanks.

"Sir Mahmud, that car at the front... should we drive it too?"

"Drive the last one! Clean the car inside as you drive, and spray some perfume!" Mahmoud said, glancing up at the sky where a strange flying machine was keeping an eye on everything nearby.

Whoosh!

The door of the minibus was opened, and Azam got on, watching the Houthi brother fiddling with the high-tech gadgets in his hands.

"Sayy, this thing you've got is amazing!" the red-bearded man sitting next to him exclaimed. "I really wish we could have this kind of advanced equipment too!"

From this vantage point, one can look down upon everything and have a thorough understanding of the enemy!

"We used up a large number of these machines in the last operation, and this is the only one we have left," Said replied. "Don't worry, we'll definitely send you more when we have more!"

"Okay, thank you, Houthi brother!"

"Let's continue organizing this operation. Our convoy is moving forward; hopefully, they can get in smoothly."

The next challenge is to be able to drive inside the base!