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

In the capital city of Sha, at a certain villa.

"Father, you're back?"

"Yes, Talal, your Houthi brother has done something big again today!"

"Father, are you sure it's Hussein's?" Talal looked at his father Aziz with great curiosity.

During this time, Talal didn't dare to go out, especially after the Mossad headquarters was bombed. Those lunatics are capable of anything!

However, he is always the first to know about any news from the outside world!

Just like the bombing of the Sultan's air force base, Prince Talal learned about this explosive news almost as soon as reporters flocked to the scene!

That's a huge investment, absolutely a huge investment!

They destroyed dozens of fighter jets, blew up an ammunition depot, and then, at the very end, they escaped in a plane!

Even Mossad doesn't have this kind of tactic!

"All the existing evidence points to Izat's guerrillas, but... I believe that guy Izzat doesn't have the ability. Only a genius like the Houthis could come up with such a brilliant tactic!"

Although this was an attack on military targets within Sha's country, none of Sha's men died; instead, a large number of those who refused to leave perished!

Furthermore, this incident could even serve as an opportunity to completely drive the American troops out of Saudi Arabia's territory! This would be beneficial for those who wish to maintain the purity of their nation!

After all, many people in Saudi Arabia were dissatisfied with the barbaric practices of the West during last year's war!

"Yes, Hassan-Yahya is an absolute genius! He was most likely behind the bombing of Mossad headquarters last time!" Talal's words were cut short as his expression suddenly changed: "Who's eavesdropping at the door?"

Whoosh!

Something fell to the ground, and the people eavesdropping outside were clearly very flustered.

Whoosh!

Talal darted forward, grabbed the man's shoulder, and pulled him around.

A girl dressed in a black robe stood timidly at the door.

"Father, I..."

"Susan, what are you doing here?"

"I, I..."

"Confess!"

This is Talal's favorite eldest daughter, eighteen years old this year. She has big black eyes and long eyelashes and usually looks very cute, but today she is... trembling incessantly.

"Father, I...I don't want to marry Uncle Ahmed. I...I came to you to ask for the annulment of the engagement. I really didn't mean to overhear your conversation. I...I didn't hear anything!"

The Saudi royal family has thousands of princes and princesses. To ensure the purity of the royal family, many of them marry within the royal family. It is not uncommon for uncles to marry nieces or maternal uncles to marry nephews.

The man has more choice, but the woman... has absolutely no right to choose freely. There have been cases where women have been buried up to their lower bodies and stoned to death.

"Being born into royalty is your honor! You'll never have to worry about food or clothing your whole lives. Look at the mountains of Yemen, where people might never even get to eat a whole roasted lamb in their entire lives!"

"Father, I'd rather live a poor life in the mountains than marry someone I don't love!"

Clearly, Susan was going all out today. She had overheard a secret she shouldn't have, and she wanted to break off the engagement, so she decided to... stick to her guns!

Uncle Ahmed is fifty years old this year. If she really marries such an old man, can she be happy?

"You... fine, you made your own choice! Wanhabi!"

The loyal servant Wanhabi came over.

"Go on another trip and deliver some medicine to our friend! And while you're at it... take Susan there too! Let her experience life in the mountains!"

"Your Highness, this..."

"What, you dare disobey my orders?"

"No, no, I dare not."

Susan gritted her teeth and said, "Going to the mountains is fine, it's better than marrying an old man!"

Seeing Talal return to the room, Prince Aziz's expression was complicated: "Talal, you wouldn't be thinking of marrying Susan to Hassan-Yahya, would you?"

"Father, if we fall out with the United States, our country's security will be in serious trouble. The Houthis are very capable fighters. In any case, maintaining good relations with them will not do us any harm."

Prince Aziz nodded: "Yes, if we become enemies with the Houthis, our country will likely never have peace!"

Sada, in the mountains.

"Your Excellency Hassan, it's a pleasure to see you." Vanhabi said respectfully, "I brought some medicine with me this time. We've checked it carefully, and there shouldn't be any problems."

Last time I delivered flour, it turned out to be a GPS tracker. This time I'm delivering medicine, I absolutely cannot repeat the same mistake.

"Thank you so much!" Hassan exclaimed happily. "Brother Talal is truly a kind friend!"

Ammunition certainly cannot be delivered directly. Last time, food was delivered; this time, medicine will be delivered. This will greatly reduce the logistical pressure on the Houthi rebels!

"It's all what Your Highness should do. Oh, and this is Susan..."

Before the princess title could even be uttered, Susan blurted out, "The bombing of Mossad headquarters and the Sultan's airbase—did you orchestrate all of that?"

Wanhabi's expression changed. This princess really doesn't understand anything. Even if the prince came, she wouldn't dare to ask him about such things to his face. It's better to just keep it to herself. You really don't understand social etiquette!

Hassan looked at the speaker, who was completely wrapped in a black robe, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes that were now radiant with... an expression of worship.

Buzz, buzz!

Just then, several three-wheeled motorcycles sped by, and the smell of blood wafted through the air.

"Quick, quick, carry our wounded brothers inside!"

The motorcycle was parked in front of the hospital, and the rider was shouting loudly.

The group carried out a stretcher and put the injured person from the motorcycle inside.

Because there was only one surgeon, the seriously wounded went in first, while the lightly wounded had to wait outside.

"I'll help!" Susan said, squatting down, picking up tweezers, dipping them in disinfectant cotton balls, and starting to clean the wounds of the lightly wounded.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, these minor injuries are nothing!"

Susan looked over and saw the wounded clenching their teeth, trying not to let out any painful groans, and couldn't help but feel curious.

Sha's pampered soldiers would cry out in pain even for a scrape, but this wounded man he treated had two fingers broken and was still able to chat and laugh!

The Houthi forces are indeed different from the others!

"Why are you all so strong?" she couldn't help but ask again.

"Because we know what we're fighting for," the wounded soldier began. "We're driving the West out of our world! Those damned infidels are defiling our world! We're restoring this place to its pure state, as it has for thousands of years!"

Once a person has an ideal, they will be fearless.

"You've all done a great job! We Houthi are the toughest men in the Middle East!" Hassan's voice rang out.