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

At an altitude of 1800 meters in the Serat Mountains, stands the historic city of Saada.

Those square buildings, with their brown walls and white trim, are exceptionally eye-catching. The mosques, adorned with minarets and domes, are ancient and captivating.

Buzz, buzz!

The roar of the engine shattered the ancient tranquility.

Tanks drove in one after another!

Downtown, the local military headquarters.

"What? They've entered the city?" The newly appointed garrison commander, Mustafa, was instantly shocked.

After the last bank robbery, Khalifa was dismissed, and Mustafa took over, thinking he'd landed a good job, but little did he expect…

This is a complete trap!

Since taking office, he has encountered no good fortune. The Houthi rebels have wreaked havoc throughout the entire Saada province, and the villages have been taken over by the Houthis. He, the garrison commander of the province, has been reduced to the commander of the garrison of Saada city!

Fortunately, he attributed all these setbacks to Kalifa, claiming that Kalifa's previous arrangements were flawed!

It is said that Sana had long intended to replace him, but no matter who was nominated, everyone would strongly oppose it, so Mustafa was able to remain in his position!

Now that Ahmed Saleh has arrived with the Republican Guard, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. With this force here, they will surely be able to quickly eliminate the rebels, reach Maran, and quell the Houthi armed forces!

Unexpectedly... these reinforcements actually entered the city!

What are the benefits of coming to the city?

This will only make the city's residents more nervous! They'll think the Houthis are going to attack!

"Yes……"

As they were talking, the roar of tanks could be heard outside.

They not only drove into the city, but they also drove right up to their headquarters!

After glancing out the window, Mustafa quickly put on his military cap, straightened his clothes, and jogged away.

"General Ahmed, you've finally arrived!" Mustafa exclaimed, his face full of flattery. "With the Republican Guard here, we can finally relax..."

"Of course, our army is entering the city to show everyone the formidable strength of the Yemeni government forces..."

What's the use of letting the people in the city see this? You need to let the Houthis know the strength of the Republican Guard! Mustafa grumbled inwardly, but still had to continue to flatter them.

"Yes, everyone in our city can see the strength of the Republican Guard, which strengthens our confidence in eliminating the Houthis... What's next..."

"What's the biggest hotel in Sada? Take me there to try it and see how it compares to ours in Sana'a."

You came here just for food? If you're so capable, go outside the city and eat the Houthi rebels!

"Alright, I'll take you there right away and give you a welcoming feast."

"And my troops are also exhausted and hungry. Arrange lodging and food for them, and after we resupply tomorrow, we will go out of the city to fight!"

Ahmed came here to earn merit, not to show off. He only came into the city to rest. As Saleh's son, the country will be his in the future, and he can still tell what's important.

"it is good."

We ate and drank until it got dark.

Suddenly, a huge fire broke out somewhere in the city, illuminating the night sky.

Then came the second regiment, the third regiment...

Ahmed, who had just left the hotel, immediately changed his expression: "What happened?"

"I don't know, I'll send someone there immediately..."

"Report: Multiple gas stations in the city are on fire!"

"Hmph, they just want to set fires for us and disturb our rest." Ahmed breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems they really don't have those high-powered weapons anymore."

What they feared most was that kind of weapon. Even the most sturdy tank couldn't withstand the bombardment of a gas cylinder. Even if the tank could withstand it, the people inside would be blasted by the blast wave and bleed from all seven orifices!

The fact that they only set fire to a gas station shows that the Houthi rebels have run out of other high-powered weapons!

As the eastern sky gradually brightened, after completing their morning prayers, Ahmed, Mustafa, and the others chewed on khat while waiting for the transport convoy.

One minute, ten minutes, an hour...

The khat juice in my mouth has lost its flavor, and the transport convoy still hasn't arrived!

"Damn it, what's going on?" Ahmed finally sensed something was wrong: "Has there been an accident with the transport convoy?"

Luca is gone, isn't he?

"I don't know. Should we... send a small unit out of the city to provide support?"

"it is good."

One minute, ten minutes, an hour...

The troops that left the city have also disappeared!

As the sun began to set in the west, Ahmed gritted his teeth: "I understand now. They're afraid of our Republican Guard being deployed, so they want to cut off our supplies and render our tanks immobile due to lack of fuel!"

Tanks are oil-guzzling monsters. Tanks using diesel engines have fuel tanks with a capacity of over 1,000 liters, while those using gas turbine engines require nearly 2,000 liters!

The T-72 tank has a fuel tank capacity of about 1,000 liters. When it is in normal operation, it also has two auxiliary fuel tanks of 275 liters each mounted on the rear. Even so, its maximum range is only a little over 500 kilometers.

Yesterday, I drove all the way here and the tank was almost empty. Today I'm just waiting for the gas truck to come!

Unfortunately, the gas trucks can't get through; the gas stations in the city were set on fire last night!

Without fuel, a tank is just a pile of iron lumps!

"Yes, Your Excellency Ahmed, what do we do next?"

Staying here isn't a solution either! After all, with several thousand Republican Guards entering the city, food, water, and sanitation will be a problem. If this goes on for too long, not to mention fuel, they'll run out of food. At that point... Sadar will have no choice but to surrender!

Ahmed looked at his adjutant: "Zabir, is there any way?"

Zabil took a deep breath: "Yes!"

"explain!"

"Our T-72 tanks have multi-fuel engines; diesel is best, but gasoline, kerosene, or a mixture of these fuels can also be used..."

Previously, Russian tanks could only run on diesel fuel. However, with the T-72, in order to reduce logistical difficulties and enhance adaptability, a fuel selection switch was installed inside the tank, allowing other fuels to be used if diesel fuel was unavailable.

This capability, which was originally only available in gas turbines, has now been extended to diesel engines!

Ahmed nodded: "Mustafa, immediately search the entire city for other fuels!"

Trucks can only run on diesel, so all the remaining diesel is used for trucks, while tanks use other fuels to drive out of the city and rout those damned Houthi rebels!

Mustafa nodded and looked at his adjutant: "Rayd, what are you waiting for!"

Raed asked with a complicated expression, "Would olive oil work?"

Needless to say, we're out of diesel, and there's not much gasoline or kerosene left either! Even if we searched the whole city, we'd only get three to five tons at most, not enough for a few dozen tanks!