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

A few minutes ago, inside the training base.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound was unique, like someone was knocking on the window, or pecking at it.

On the wooden bed, Qasim, the head of the training base, sat up abruptly, lit the oil lamp in the room, and then opened the window.

Outside, an eagle stood quietly, its head held high, and its sharp beak exuded a unique sense of power.

"You've already sent word?" Kasim casually picked up a strip of meat from the table in the room and placed it in front of the eagle before reaching out to untie the bamboo tube binding the eagle's leg.

After 01, they set up a base in Yemen, operating with extreme caution. The outside world had no idea of ​​their existence. To avoid revealing their target, they didn't even use satellite phones, relying instead on eagles to transmit messages.

In the Arab world, there is a long-standing cultural tradition of taming and raising falcons. In earlier years, falcons were used for herding and hunting. As society has evolved into modern times, falcons have gradually become their pets.

Eagles and falcons are not strictly speaking the same species, but they are not really distinguished here.

Kasim's expression changed as he opened the note inside the bamboo tube.

The entire list is filled with reprimands!

The armed personnel here have been training for two or three years and have long hoped to hone their skills through actual combat. Just then, fighting broke out in nearby Khuwamir, so they went to launch a surprise attack on the Houthi forces, partly to test their combat capabilities and partly to drive the Houthi forces away.

The government forces are generally easygoing and don't bother with things in remote mountainous areas unless necessary. The Houthi rebels are a different story. Once they occupy Huwamir, it's only a matter of time before this training base is discovered.

The battle went smoothly. Qasim's men repelled the Houthi rebels and even captured a hell cannon, which they carried back and studied.

Now... the higher-ups are extremely dissatisfied with their actions, believing that under the current circumstances, they should not provoke conflict with the Houthis.

That's right, everyone is anti-American, so what? After all, they are from different religious sects, and conflict is bound to break out sooner or later!

We captured the Hell Cannon, and if we replicate it, we can use it ourselves in our confrontation with the United States. Isn't that great?

At this moment, the eagle had finished eating the meat strips, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky.

With mixed feelings, Qasim closed the window, walked back to the table, and before he could figure out how to salvage the situation, he heard the cry of an eagle. This…

This is a warning of an enemy attack!

Although eagles don't have the same night vision as owls, it's still very good. Moreover, they can fly high into the sky to survey the earth, making it easier for them to detect danger in advance.

In that instant, Qasim's expression changed drastically. The Houthis were catching up? Could they be this fast?

Just then, a ball of flame appeared at the mountain pass ahead—it was… a mortar!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!" Qasim shouted at the top of his lungs, reached for an AK rifle from the bedside table, and opened the door.

The whistling sound of falling shells echoed in the sky. Judging from the sound... the point of impact was their own house!

Qasim turned his head and saw that the house was still lit up, realizing that he had been careless.

boom!

The next moment, the shell landed and exploded about four or five meters from the house. In the flash of the fireball, the house was instantly blown away...

That's incredibly accurate!

Who are these people?

Boom! Boom boom!

Flames rose continuously from the three exit directions, and countless shells slashed through the air with a whistling sound before landing and exploding.

The entire training camp was engulfed in flames!

However... there were no screams of terror or any chaotic noises. My unit is quite well-trained!

boom!

Just then, a shell landed, followed by an even louder explosion. Flames illuminated the entire camp—that was…

The training camp's ammunition depot exploded!

"Damn it! Everyone, charge with me!" Qasim shouted, and his men charged forward fearlessly.

Some people weren't dressed properly, some weren't wearing shoes, and in the chaos they looked somewhat disheveled, but their eyes were full of murderous intent!

They are not afraid of death; they are always ready to die!

Such an army is destined to be incredibly powerful in combat!

With all three exits blocked, they could only choose one... of course, the east!

Even if they manage to break through to the west, that's Khuwamir, a war zone. Running there would just be suicide!

The north... the north is just desert, not a good place to hide!

Explosions continued to erupt from the camp behind them, and flames continued to rise in front of them. Clearly, the enemy was still firing mortar shells, thinking that they could completely destroy their camp with such a wave of shelling.

Okay, that's certainly possible. This shelling has completely destroyed the training camp, but... they didn't suffer many casualties. The main force still has fighting power, as long as they can sneak over...

500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters...

Just when Karim thought he was about to succeed, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the other side: "Throw a 98 grenade! Watch out!"

98 Thunder? What is that?

Whoosh, whoosh!

Upon hearing the sound, Karim instantly realized that it was a grenade being thrown!

Unfortunately, it's still too far. Even the best marksmen can only throw grenades about fifty meters high, which is too far for these people even from a high vantage point...

boom!

Sure enough, about fifty meters in front of them, the grenade exploded!

Hmph, even offensive grenades can't hurt us...

Wait, something's not right!

The flames grew rapidly, and night turned into day!

Even though their eyes had adapted to the light because the camp had been shelled, they were still completely unable to adapt to the intense light in front of them!

This...this is no ordinary explosion flash; its brightness is comparable to the sun!

The 98 Flashbang is a treasure. The Yemeni government forces were taught a lesson last time, and this time it's these guys' turn!

"Fire!"

While the enemy was blinded by the light, Hassan gave another order. Hassan had noticed these guys as soon as they left the camp and rushed out. After all, the drones hovering on the battlefield had cameras with night vision!

Da da da!

The sound of AK rifles rang out, one after another, and people were hit one after another, falling down with a muffled groan. Even in death, they did not scream.

These guys are better off dead!

Hassan was reflecting on this when suddenly he sensed something was wrong. Having been on the battlefield many times, he had developed a kind of intuition.

The sound of wind came from the back of my head!

Bend over, lower your head, draw your gun, raise your head, and aim!

Dede dede!