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

Prince Sultan Air Force Base.

As the main base of the U.S. Air Force in the Middle East, this place covers a huge area, and the endless tents were once a beautiful sight.

In recent years, as construction has continued, tents have been replaced by permanent housing, rows of dormitory buildings, small villas, and a large central living center that even has a swimming pool!

On both sides of the living center are runways and aprons. The reinforced hangars are used to store special aircraft, such as F-117s. Ordinary fighter jets are parked in the open.

F-15, F-16, C-130...

The entire base looks incredibly magnificent.

but……

They were not allowed to run amok in the city, so in their eyes, this military base in the desert was almost like a prison!

At the north gate, a dozen American soldiers lazily hid in the gatehouse, enjoying the air conditioning.

There were machine gun positions made of sandbags and roadblocks outside, but... no one was on duty, and the roadblocks weren't even placed in the middle of the road.

This is a serious violation of discipline, but... Shadama has been eliminated, and the base here has been declared to have completely ceased operations. In addition, since the base was built, it has never been attacked, so... no one cares.

In the distance, the convoy sped towards them.

In the first M978, the passenger whispered, "Should we take out those guys?"

"Need not!"

If we act now, we can take out all those idiots in the gatehouse, but how do we break in?

Keep in mind that the internal roads alone stretch for a full eight kilometers!

Mahmoud shook his head while honking the horn.

Drip!

Upon hearing the horn, the American soldiers in the gatehouse merely glanced at it, and then... no one paid any attention.

Nobody wanted to come out and move the roadblocks; it was just too hot outside, and nobody wanted to be in air conditioning!

"Hey, move the roadblocks!" Mahmoud rolled down his car window and shouted in fluent English.

"Hey, if you don't move, we're going to break it down!"

"You dare!" a voice rang out from inside.

Boom!

Mahmoud didn't let them get away with it. He floored the accelerator, and the truck's sturdy bumper crashed into the side of the roadblock.

whoosh...

The roadblock flew two or three meters high, then landed with a crack!

It cracked!

Mahmoud continued to accelerate and drive further in, while extending his left hand and raising his middle finger towards the gatehouse.

Fuck!

The American soldiers in the gatehouse came out cursing and swearing, watching the convoy speed past without slowing down.

"Damn you, you beasts!"

"Hmph, you deserve to run into the guerrillas! Just like you did with Yituo!"

Amidst the curses, the convoy had already driven in.

The drivers and passengers in every car stared wide-eyed, greedily taking in everything around them.

On the tarmac, a row of fighter jets, F-15s, F-16s... needless to say, since last year's war, the fighter jets here have been frequently taking off to carry out no-fly zone missions over Iraq since the Gulf War in 91.

Damn it, they're prohibiting the Iranian Air Force from patrolling in what is clearly Izvestia's airspace!

Next to the tarmac is the hangar area, and next to the hangar area are the ammunition depot and fuel depot!

This is certainly an area they are focusing on!

Buzz, buzz!

The roar continued, and along the way... there were hardly any people to be seen.

On the one hand, it's too hot, and few people are willing to be active in this kind of weather. On the other hand, it's... a tradition of the base.

During the war, the planes at the base generally flew at night and rested during the day, and over time this became a habit.

Even without a mission, going to a bar for a drink or singing karaoke can keep them up until the wee hours of the morning.

At this time of day, most people are sleeping!

Mahmoud floored the accelerator, the car roared, and drove to the ammunition depot before stopping.

The sentries guarding outside the ammunition depot became alert, and Thomas gripped his gun tightly, shouting loudly.

"Hey! The gas depot is ahead, hurry up and drive away..."

Before he could finish speaking, two people got out of the car and crawled under it. Was the car broken down?

Getting a car repaired in this sweltering heat is definitely a bad thing.

So they stopped driving them away.

The other vehicles continued forward. Two of them drove to the oil depot and stopped, while the remaining five continued forward, surprisingly heading towards... the helipad?

That's right, it's a helipad!

This is such a great opportunity, we have to seize it!

Buzz, buzz!

Five vehicles drove to five different helipads. At this time, the guards were hiding in the shadows of the planes, and some were even secretly inhaling something. They didn't take these tanker trucks seriously at all.

If there isn't enough fuel in the depot or the refueling lines aren't enough, tanker trucks will just drive over and refuel the plane; it's no big deal.

Sure enough, the tanker truck stopped next to an airplane in the center, and two people got out, pulled out the refueling nozzle, dragged it to the airplane's refueling port, and stuffed it in.

All of this is perfectly normal!

No one noticed that the people on those oil tankers were all faking it!

The person who crawled under the car didn't fix it, and the person who went to refuel didn't actually refuel; they disappeared without a trace when no one was looking.

If viewed from the air, one could see that after doing all this, those people quietly converged in one direction: at the end of the runway, where a C-130 transport plane was parked!

Villa area.

The two-story building had five rooms, and some lucky soldiers were assigned here, but... most of the rooms were reserved for officers.

Inside the bedroom of one of the large houses.

Bras, stockings, and female soldiers' uniforms were scattered everywhere.

On the large Simmons bed, base commander Robert Edel opened his eyes, glanced at the black rose in his arms, drooled, and felt a little... nauseous.

Damn it, I must have drunk too much yesterday. How did I end up with this ordinary logistics soldier?

Thinking of this, he quietly got up, took his clothes, dressed, and left the room, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

I'll call my secretary over in a bit and have her take Black Rose away. She can't expect to get anything out of me!

If she stubbornly refuses to leave, I wouldn't mind sending her to another world!

Boom! Boom boom!

Just then, an explosion rang out.

Robert Eder’s expression changed drastically. He opened his eyes wide and looked outside, only to see terrifying flames leaping out of the airport and spreading at an alarming speed!

What happened?

Were we attacked?

That's impossible. The base's radar is on high alert at all times. Neither gas cylinders nor steel pipe rockets could get this far...

Which damned bastard went to hell and messed up the ammunition? He'll have to…

"Honey, what happened? I'm so scared..."

Robert Eder's body was grabbed around the waist. When he turned his head, he saw a dark face with a pair of white front teeth.

"roll!"