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

When Haivani saw Hassan, his face was filled with admiration: "Your Excellency Hassan, it's such a pleasure to meet you!"

"Come on, tell me, what have you found out?"

"About twenty kilometers east of Huwamir, there's one of their training bases!" Haiwani said. "Surrounded by mountains, with three exits, the roads are rugged and only accessible on foot. It's a remote place, unknown to outsiders except for the locals!"

Hassan nodded: "Yes, that's right. To strike a snake at its vital point, we must find their headquarters." Hassan nodded: "Now that we've found it, we can't let them get away. Tonight, we'll go and wipe them out!"

They dare to stab us in the back? They have to pay the price!

"Okay." Haivani nodded. "I'll go organize the manpower right away!"

"Just send half of the men, dressed in government army uniforms and carrying AK rifles. The other half will stay here and besiege the government forces in Huwamir," Hassan said.

"What?"

Nobody understood.

How do you distinguish friend from foe on the battlefield?

If you use your eyes to look, you'll look at the uniforms, since different armies have different uniforms. If you use your ears to listen, you'll listen to the gunshots.

In many novels, the protagonist runs out of bullets on his M16 rifle and picks up an AK rifle from the ground to continue fighting. On a real battlefield, that's just asking for death!

When your comrades open fire, their guns making a clattering sound, and you, the protagonist, grab an AK and start firing, your comrades will instantly treat you as an enemy and relentlessly attack you with their M16s!

Since intercepting Shah's aid supplies, the main Houthi forces have been equipped with M4 carbines, which are highly accurate, perform well, and are easy to use in combat.

On the contrary, the government forces are still using AK rifles from the Soviet aid era, especially the local guards, who are using guns that are over ten years old.

Hassan has now made these arrangements...

"Impersonating government troops? That's a great idea!" Yahya-Sarea was the first to react.

That organization is very difficult to deal with. Although they were the ones who launched the surprise attack on the Houthis, they don't think they are in the wrong.

If we retaliate and destroy one of their bases, we will have a blood feud that will last until death!

Although the Houthis are not afraid, their territory is growing larger and larger, and there are always places they cannot take care of. These guys can come over and slaughter a tribe at any time, which will put them in a very passive position.

Now, if they impersonate government soldiers, they will make enemies of the government army and seek revenge!

Haivani also realized what was happening, his expression incredibly complex.

He was good at fighting and his intelligence gathering was top-notch, but when it came to commanding battles with unpredictable movements and scheming, he was still a little lacking.

"Your Excellency Hassan, this defeat was due to my oversight. Yahya-Sarea is very capable of commanding battles in our company. I... I recommend him as company commander!"

"No, no, Company Commander, the losses last time weren't your fault. Besides, after the losses occurred, you led your elite troops in pursuit for dozens of kilometers, which was already..."

"As a company commander, instead of taking command, you went to be a scout. Haivani, you are indeed unqualified."

Hassan's words caused everyone's expression to change. No one expected that Hassan would actually want to hold the commander accountable for the failure of command!

"Once we eliminate the enemy this time, you can leave your post. The position of company commander will be handed over to Yahya-Sarea."

"Yes." Haiwani had no complaints. If you fail, you have to take responsibility. Besides, Yahya-Sarea was able to understand Hassan's meaning so quickly, so he was more suitable to command the army.

"All the people you take out to scout will follow you. Also, select a group of reliable people from the entire army to form a new department that will be directly responsible to me."

What?

Haivani was even more surprised. He had been stripped of his company commander position. He had only planned to remain a private and continue fighting on the front lines, but unexpectedly... he was promoted!

If he reports directly to Hassan, doesn't that mean he's on the same level as the battalion commanders?

"Your Excellency Hassan, I..."

"Go down and organize the army; let's win this battle!"

"yes!"

As night deepened, the small basin in eastern Khuwamir was plunged into complete darkness, at a mountain pass on the eastern side of the basin.

Two sentries, armed with AK rifles, vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.

Everything seemed normal. They turned their heads to look at the other side, when suddenly, two figures sprang out from behind a rock, one hand covering their mouths and the other holding a Yemen curved knife, slashing towards their throats!

Puff, puff!

Their tracheas were severed, and blood gushed out. The two struggled to move their bodies a few times, but ultimately collapsed in despair.

Once they were completely dead, their bodies were dragged to the side of the road.

Countless people walked past them silently.

As Hassan walked past, he glanced at the two sentries on the ground and couldn't help but admire the capable men under Haiwani. The intelligence organization would need assassins in the future, and these people were perfect for the job!

After passing through this passage and walking forward for a while, the view suddenly opens up.

The place they found is fantastic!

Even aerial reconnaissance might not be able to detect that this is a training base, not only to prevent outsiders from getting in, but also to prevent those inside who are undergoing training from escaping!

"Lord Hassan, we've also taken over the other two exits!" Haiwani walked over and said in a low voice.

They were the furthest away, and just as they were sneaking over, the other two sentries at the entrance and exit had already been taken out by them.

Hassan nodded: "Alright, next, set up all the mortars we brought. Five minutes later, ten rounds in quick succession!"

The mountain roads are rugged, making it impossible to transport heavy weapons. So, the batch of mortars that the transport captain sent last time came in handy again!

Just then, a light suddenly turned on in a house inside the training base.

"Come on, give me one!" Hassan's hands were itching. He didn't care if the room with the light on was the base commander's or not; he'd just blow it up first. Who told you to keep the light on!

Soon, the mortar was placed next to Hassan. He didn't rush to fire, but first raised the scope and began to measure the distance by looking at the faint light.

We still lack modern equipment. If we had a laser rangefinder, it would be a piece of cake! And ballistic calculations... a tablet would be perfect!

Putting down the scope, Hassan picked up paper and pen again and began to do careful calculations. It was a pity that there was no dedicated calculator among the captured weapons, otherwise he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.

Five minutes later.

"Load!"

The gunner held the M720 high-explosive shell to the muzzle, and upon hearing Hassan's command, released his grip, allowing the shell to fall into the breech.

tom!