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

Huwamir, east of Saada.

The sun slowly rose, shining on the town.

"One, two, one, one, two, one!" The sound of running could be heard outside, and the ground trembled with it.

The Houthi rebels are becoming increasingly organized. After their morning prayers, they start doing morning exercises! If this continues, they will definitely become a top-tier army!

Hassan watched the ranks of soldiers with satisfaction. Besides physical training, running also cultivated the soldiers' discipline!

"Your Excellency Hassan, that's incredible!" Just then, Alim strode over: "Our men, who were following that eagle, were hiding near the target. Last night, in the middle of the night, we heard the roar of planes and more than a dozen explosions. This morning, when we flew the drone over... the entire camp was blown to bits!"

Wait, the roar of airplanes filled the entire camp...

Saleh is really cunning; he didn't show up himself, but instead let the Americans do it!

However... this debt will definitely be settled with the Yemeni government!

Just as Hassan was considering how to give it another push, Haivani walked over.

"Lord Hassan, I've just obtained some important information!"

After the last revenge plan was completed, Haivani officially left the army and led a group of people to establish a special intelligence agency. Since Hassan had not left, they stayed here to gather intelligence in the vicinity.

Now, we've already reaped the rewards!

"Hmm, what's going on?"

"The nearby Bedouin tribe, the Selim, has suddenly acquired a large quantity of weapons and equipment, including AK rifles and rocket launchers..."

The term Bedouin does not refer to a single, specific tribe, but rather to a collective term for numerous ethnic groups throughout the Arab world who live a nomadic lifestyle in the desert and wilderness.

In Arabic, Bedouin originally meant desert dwellers.

It can be said that the entire Arab world began to develop from the Bedouin tribes.

As the Houthi rebels advanced to eastern Saada and further east into Jawf province, their northern borders merged with Saudi Arabia's desert.

This Selim ethnic group was actually the first obstacle for the Houthi rebels' eastward advance. Now that they have obtained weapons, it is clearly the work of the Yemeni government!

Alim frowned.

They are not afraid of fighting now and can get what they want through battle, but... this is obviously not in line with Hassan's style.

Hassan taught them more than one lesson during this time!

How can we better solve this problem?

Alim looked at Hassan with a complicated expression: "Your Excellency Hassan, what do you think we should do next?"

"It's no use for them to have so many weapons. Let's send someone over first and tell them that we are willing to buy their weapons and equipment at market price."

"What? Buy it with money?" Alim's expression was complicated. This was not like Lord Hassan's style. Why would someone buy something they could steal?

"They definitely won't sell!" Kamal said from the side.

"Yeah, they might not sell it, but... they'll definitely give it to us for free."

What?

Everyone was stunned again.

"Yahia-Sarea, take your men on a special mission."

"yes!"

After Hassan finished speaking, everyone looked at him with strange eyes. His methods... indeed, to be our leader, he must be no ordinary person!

Huwamir, 50 kilometers to the east.

This is already the edge of the mountains, with the desert in the distance. The endless desert and the rolling mountains intertwine, making the terrain here even more complex.

At the foot of the mountain, in the vast grassland, there are scattered tents, some with three or five tents, some with more than a dozen. In the central area of ​​these tents, there are dozens of tents pitched, which is the location of the Bedouin tribe, the Selim.

Inside one of the tents sat a dozen or so elderly people, chewing khat and muttering incoherently.

"With these weapons, we can better protect our tribe."

"That's right, the Houthi rebels are already at our doorstep, and the government doesn't have the extra resources to protect us. We have to protect ourselves!"

Most people are optimistic, with only a few frowning.

"Gentlemen, I've heard that the Houthis have already occupied the entire province of Saada. Our small ethnic group, including the elderly and children, numbers only one or two thousand. Can we possibly stop the Houthi army?"

"Anyub, what are you so nervous about! The Houthis are just using the mountains as cover to play hide-and-seek with the government forces. If they dare to come out, the government's tank units will show them what's what in the desert!"

Anyub glanced at the speaker: "Rajab, then tell me, where are the government forces' tanks?"

Rajab was taken aback. He stopped chewing the khat in his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and wanted to argue with Anyub.

beep, beep...

Just then, someone ran in from outside.

"Chief, elders! There are people outside claiming to be Houthi rebels who want to see you."

What?

The group exchanged glances, then looked at Chief Zaikaria, who was seated at the head of the table.

"Let him in! Have our men ambush him around the area!"

A few minutes later, Kamal swaggered in with several of his men.

"Gentlemen, we've heard that your tribe recently acquired a batch of weapons?"

Asking such a sensitive question right off the bat! Everyone tensed up again. Could it be... that they were planning to take action right away?

"That's right, we do have a batch of weapons." Zaikaria nodded. "We're increasing our necessary military strength to protect our tribe. As long as others don't attack us, we won't provoke them. But if..."

The elders all nodded in agreement. Indeed, the chief's words were truly insightful. He was warning the other side that their tribe also possessed formidable military strength and that they were not afraid of them.

Kamal shook his head: "You don't need to worry. With us Houthi forces here, our tribe's safety is absolutely guaranteed!"

What are we not worried about? What we're worried about is you Houthi rebels, okay?

"Your weapons are completely useless," Kamal continued. "We, the Houthis, are willing to buy those weapons at market price. What do you think?"

What?

The crowd was stunned.

In places like this, might makes right. They all thought the Houthis were there to threaten them with force, but they never expected... that they would actually buy at market price.

"Sorry, we're not selling." Zaikaria was very firm. If the other party continued to pester her, she wouldn't mind calling her men lying in ambush outside to take action.

"Okay, then we've disturbed you." Kamal turned and walked outside.

This move once again baffled everyone else.

As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something: "If anyone needs any help, come find us in Huwamir."