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

Huwamir, in eastern Saada province.

Hassan skillfully attached the device, delivered from the military base, to the feathers on the eagle's back. The others around him looked at him with complicated expressions.

"Hassan, is this really okay?"

"Of course, no problem! Don't forget, the Davidians used this very thing to scout out the entire distribution of our Houthi forces!"

This thing is, of course, GPS!

The Davidians were mixed in with flour, and the devices were about the size of a desiccant. After they were discovered, they were collected, but not completely destroyed.

Putting aside everything else, the GPS receiver module on it can be soldered onto our own drones! In terms of turning waste into treasure, the Houthi rebels are far ahead.

GPS uses a multi-satellite positioning principle; it can only determine location but cannot transmit data.

In countries with advanced mobile communications, this is not a problem. As long as you insert a SIM card, you can send out signals using the cellular network!

In a godforsaken place like the Yemeni mountains, other means are needed, such as... communication satellite terminals, or other wireless devices.

The device we're attaching now is a simple radio transmitter with a communication range of about 20 kilometers. As long as the eagle is flying in the sky, people on the ground can keep tracking it.

Mentioning this makes everyone feel a bit heavy-hearted.

"Technology is a double-edged sword. If used well, it can achieve our goals; if it is used by others, it can harm us. Although outsiders criticize us as country bumpkins from the mountains, we cannot give up learning about high technology..."

"No, no, Hassan, that's not what we meant." Alim shook his head. "If we tell the government forces the enemy's location, can those people... wipe them out?"

"Whether we can completely wipe them out is not important; the key is to make them enemies!" Hassan chuckled and patted Alim on the shoulder. "Brother, you're a brigade commander now; you need to use your brain more!"

Alim's expression was complicated.

Impersonating government troops and launching a surprise attack on the enemy's training base has indeed angered them. The attack on the government gate in Sana'a was this organization's retaliation! Next, if the government troops bomb other camps of this organization, then they will be mortal enemies!

To truly seize power in the Yemen, we absolutely cannot rely on fighting and killing! We need even more sophisticated tactics!

"Hassan, you are our wisest leader!" he exclaimed.

Hassan stroked the eagle's feathers. Although the eagle had been treated by his own side, it still held its head high. For three days, it refused to eat anything it was fed. Clearly, as an eagle, it had its own pride.

Taming them? It will take at least several months. Generally speaking, eaglets are raised from a young age, which makes it easier. Otherwise, you have to endure it. Taming an eagle is not about taming an eagle, it's about taming yourself!

"Fly, realize your true value!"

As if it had heard those words, the eagle spread its wings, creating a strong gust of wind, and it actually took flight!

It let out a series of screeching cries, and then... it was gone forever.

On the ground, the three-wheeled motorcycle roared away.

In the southeast corner of North Yemen, there is a protrusion that extends into the territory of South Yemen. This area is also characterized by numerous hills and complex terrain.

On one of the hills, the trees were lush and the khat grass grew wildly. Some local Yemenis were harvesting and bundling it, and it looked no different from any other mountainous area in Yemen.

However... once you get inside, you can see countless sentries, both visible and hidden, with armed men carrying AK rifles walking around. This scale is much larger than the training base on the eastern border of Saada province!

Inside one of the wooden houses.

Small stoves were brewing red tea leaves, bubbling and steaming, filling the whole house with the aroma of tea.

"Qasim is a complete idiot!" someone exclaimed indignantly. "Their training base being bombed couldn't possibly have been done by government forces!"

At that moment, Hamad Tamimi, who was focused on brewing tea, looked up and glanced at him: "Batal, are you so sure?"

"They swiftly and decisively eliminated the sentries outside, blocked all exits, then launched an artillery barrage followed by strafing. Such skillful command is beyond the capabilities of those government idiots! Only the Houthis have this ability!"

Batal said, "As for the gunshots heard, they are nothing. The Houthis do have M4 carbines, but they can't possibly throw away their old AK rifles."

"Yes, that's certainly possible," Tamimi nodded.

"They went to Sana'a to carry out a car bomb without any concrete evidence. This will only provoke the government forces and make that idiot Saleh focus his attention on us."

Batal continued his analysis: "And the Houthis can develop even better!"

"Yes, that's true." Tamimi nodded. "For us, we can only temporarily abandon the plan to establish a base in North Yemen. As long as we protect our base here, we can..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard the cry of an eagle outside. He was instantly excited, stood up, took a few steps to the door, put on a special glove, and pushed the door open.

"Hamde, you're finally back!"

In the sky, the eagle swooped down and landed steadily on his arm.

Tamimi quickly grabbed the strip of meat hanging on the window and handed it to the eagle. The eagle quickly pecked at it with its beak and soon ate the whole strip of meat.

Eagles and falcons are proud beasts that soar through the sky. They generally only eat the food they catch themselves and are very resistant to hunger, able to go six or seven days without food.

They absolutely disdain eating food fed by others, unless... they recognize their owner.

This eagle named Hamd was a cub that Tamimi had retrieved from a falcon's nest on a cliff several years ago. He had raised it from a young age, and that's how it came to recognize him as its master. After being taken to the training base in the north once, it was able to fly back and forth between the two sides, acting as a messenger.

He was a little worried because he was away for several days, but thankfully he's finally back.

"Hamed hasn't been back for days, could something have happened to him?" Batal came up and looked at the eagle with a questioning gaze.

"No, it's probably because you were hunting along the way that you got delayed. Hamd, you must be exhausted. Have another piece of meat, then rest."

Tamimi trusted her eagle implicitly, more than a person would trust her to betray her, but...

Unbeknownst to him, the tiny thing tucked inside the feathers on the eagle's back was emitting electromagnetic waves!