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Chapter 535 Before the Final Battle! (Second Update!)

“I am heartbroken! Although we have had many conflicts with Israel and fought five Middle East wars, these dozens of Jews living in Najran are innocent.”

"In a way, they can be considered part of Yemen, and even a native ethnic group of Yemen!"

“Since they have come to Saudi Arabia, they are naturally our citizens. Now, I, Saeed, as the King of Saudi Arabia, need to seek justice for the citizens of Saudi Arabia!”

"This justice must be served with blood and blades!"

"I hereby declare that Saudi Arabia has officially declared war on the Houthis. We will show you what happens to a cruel person!"

After angrily finishing his speech on stage, Sayyid took a deep breath, kicked over the table in front of him where the microphone was, and then easily turned around and left the press conference venue through a small door to the side.

From an outsider's perspective, this is just the normal reaction of an ordinary king when his own country is attacked by people from other countries.

The Saudi Ministry of Defense acted swiftly; no sooner had Saeed finished his propaganda declaration than the Ministry of Defense's orders reached the target military units.

The commanders of these armies, after repeatedly confirming the dispatch orders, reluctantly packed their belongings and headed towards the southern border of Saudi Arabia.

They advanced, and news of their advance quickly reached Riyadh and the princes they supported who were less related to Saeed by blood.

Upon receiving the message, Lahman, the eldest of the princes and Said's cousin, couldn't help but frown.

He didn't quite understand why Saeed didn't just move troops from nearby areas, but instead chose to send the small force he controlled from a great distance.

But the other party is the king, and he is just a prince. A prince has no right to question the king's orders.

This might just be a very ordinary transfer order!

After offering himself a word of comfort, Lahman turned his attention elsewhere.

With the outbreak of war, Said's attention will be focused on the war, and they can take advantage of this opportunity to cause some trouble.

For example, pledge allegiance to America or Israel.

Lahman is a man of action; whatever comes to mind, he decides to do.

He sent messages to the armies controlled by himself and several other princes, instructing them not to put in any real effort when fighting the Houthis.

They even need to sabotage friendly forces during operations, killing or maiming them, so that their armies might have a chance to rise to prominence.

After giving orders to the troops below, Lahman turned around and handed Musa a leave request. After writing the leave request, he boarded a plane to Europe.

However, he did not go to Europe. Instead, he transited through Istanbul and boarded a plane to Qatar to find Benjamin, the commander of America's frontline command in the Middle East.

The news of his departure was immediately relayed to Musa by his informants, and then passed on to Saeed by Musa.

Looking at the photo in his hand, at Lahman in the picture who was so eager to board the plane, Sayyid casually tossed the photo into the fireplace, and sneered:

"They've taken the bait!"

"Then let's strip him of his wings first! Musa, you go and keep a close eye on things. Make sure everything is arranged properly, and give our Lahman brothers an unforgettable memory!"

“Okay!” Musa nodded, straightened up, a sinister smile on his face, and slowly walked out of Saeed’s office.

Meanwhile, at the Al Udeid Air Base in Qatar, Benjamin also met with Lahman, who had taken a long detour. After shaking hands, the general from America asked with a smile:
"I heard that Saudi Arabia is preparing to go to war with the Iranian-backed Houthi rebels. Lieutenant Colonel Lahman, why aren't you staying in the logistics department? What are you doing here? Do you want us to provide artillery support?"

“I need help, but not artillery fire, but…” Lahman stated his purpose bluntly, but he deliberately paused at the last sentence, and only after noticing that Benjamin’s full attention was on him did he continue:

“I want to kill Saeed, his brother Sal, and that damned Musa.”

“Kill them, and I can rightfully become the King of Saudi Arabia.”

"I'm willing to pay a price to realize this little wish of mine!"

After explaining his purpose for coming, Lahman couldn't help but raise his hand, flick his hair, and show off his handsomeness.

But his good looks were of no use to Benjamin.

Benjamin raised his coffee cup high and clinked it with Lahman's:

“Mr. Lahman, our relationship with Saudi Arabia is like that of teeth and lips.”

"We need a stable Saudi Arabia to help us stabilize the dollar, which is why we spare no effort to combat attacks against Saudi Arabia."

"What you just said is precisely the most dangerous approach. What if you seize the throne and then break those conditions? Wouldn't all our efforts have been for nothing?"

"So you only have two choices now: either tell me the best you can offer, or get out of here."

As he spoke, Benjamin pointed to the door with his right hand, giving off an expression that said, "If you don't want to leave, I can help you leave."

Looking at the door Benjamin was pointing to, Lahman knew that General America in front of him was not joking.

He hesitated for a long time before saying, "I'm willing to give you Saudi Arabia 10% of your annual oil sales revenue in exchange for this opportunity!"

"Saudi Arabia sells a lot of oil every year, and its funds are countless."

"10% of this funding looks good!"

However, all of this is predicated on the premise that Lahman can become the King of Saudi Arabia; if he cannot, he is a useless person.

After pretending to hesitate for a moment, Benjamin slowly raised his head and nodded:
"can!"

Upon receiving these words, Lahman abruptly raised his hand and gave Benjamin a military salute:
"General Benjamin, you will not regret this investment in the future!"

"Believe me!"

After leaving those words, Lahman departed Qatar.

…………

The news of Saudi Arabia's sudden declaration of war against the Houthi rebels reached Suzhou from the Middle East in just a few hours.

Looking at the information in his hand, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

He seems to have figured out why Said entrusted his son to him!

Using this as a starting point, he revisited his memories from his previous life, and in this round of searching, he finally found some useful information.

That is, Sayed passed away suddenly in 2011 due to heart disease.

The timing didn't match up, and there wasn't much more information, so Lin Yi didn't speculate in that direction.

Now that we know this information, if we try to guess what Said is doing, we can see that Said's arrangements are more like eliminating dissidents and paving the way for someone!

The throne of Saudi Arabia is passed down from brother to brother.

Both Saeed and Sal are second-generation, but Sal is much younger. When the two brothers are together, Saeed is more like Sal's father.

After all, they were born to the same father and look quite alike.

The only person left who could get Saeed to pave the way was Sal.

Having guessed the answer, Lin Yi didn't dare to be careless. He took out his phone and immediately sent a message to Zhong Zhenbang:
[Stop speculating. This whole incident is highly suspected to be staged, and the mastermind is Saeed; he's paving the way for someone.] After sending the text message, Lin Yi went online to search for information about the conflict between Saudi Arabia and the Houthis.

Saeed ordered 11 tanks, so I can easily find a way to sell him some more.

Saudi Arabia buys billions of dollars worth of weapons from America every year. When it comes to its own weapons, it shouldn't be so stingy; it should be generous.

In this process of collecting information, he actually came across the Saudi army online, and saw many photos of their military camps being uploaded to the internet.

After looking at these photos, Lin Yi couldn't help but shake his head.

He had initially thought that the Saudi army would have some strength, but now it seemed that their strength was questionable.

With this in mind, Lin Yi found a perfect spot to watch the show and began to watch.

…………

Saada City, Saada Province, Yemen.

Bailerhas hurriedly entered the building, greeted the group of people passing by, and finally met his leader, Muya, at the deepest part of the building.

Upon meeting, Muya couldn't wait to say, "This time, Saudi Arabia may have gone mad!"

"I'm not entirely sure what they're planning, but I'm very clear that the next few hours are a matter of life and death for the organization!"

"If we repel their attack, then we will become famous, and then we can attract more people."

"But if we fail to withstand their attack, then we will face certain death!"

"But, Bailerhas!"

"We are not doomed; we can turn around and advance!"

"That's a nice way of putting it; to put it bluntly, it's running away!"

"do you understand?"

A look of understanding crossed Bailerhas's face, and he nodded slightly, asking in a low voice:
"Chief, what do you need me to do?"

Upon hearing the question, Muya nodded approvingly, beckoned to Bailerhas, then walked to the map hanging on the wall. He placed his finger on the map, pointing to the location of Sada City, and said:

"We are here now, and Mohrabad and I plan to fight them in the mountains!"

"Maximize our advantages as much as possible!"

"What you need to do is relocate our families, move them from the city to the mountains, and then you take a group of elite troops south to Sana!"

"Let's go to the outskirts of the capital!"

Over the years, with the help of Iranians, the leadership of the Red Army has gradually come into contact with many war cases.

Bailerhas followed Muya's finger as it slid across the map for a while, and he understood his leader's thoughts.

Sana'a is the capital of Yemen.

The North Yemeni government was also involved in this war, but if at this time, a small armed force were to infiltrate the area around Sana'a...

If an attack is launched against them, then regardless, the troops in North Yemen will quickly return to defend, at least to the area between Sana'a and Saada provinces.

To prevent the Houthi rebels from being cornered and resorting to desperate measures, such as attacking the capital directly.

Of course, it's also possible that the army received a signal from the capital, ordering them to launch a full-scale attack and push forward to race against the small, infiltrating combat force to see who could destroy the enemy's stronghold first!

Either way, it can influence the course of the battle.

Having clarified these points, Bailerhaas nodded vigorously:

"Don't worry, Chief, I will definitely complete the mission!"

After making his assurance, he cautiously asked, "Chief, where are the Iranians?"

"What are their thoughts on this operation?"

Upon hearing this, Muya spread his hands and said, "This plan was given to us by Mohrabad, the commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard."

"He had just taken a few men north before you arrived, saying he was going to scout out the terrain."

“I know you’ve never been a big fan of them, but I need to make it clear that we don’t have the ability to be independent right now; we can only depend on them.”

"Whatever our thoughts may be, we can only keep them to ourselves!"

"Let's go, get ready for this decisive battle!"

"If we win, we continue to live here; if we lose..."

Muya, who was walking out, stopped and tilted his head, thinking for a long time. He couldn't come up with any grand words after losing. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Then let's just lose!"

The two went outside and separated to attend to their own work.

Bailerhas sneaked into the city to evacuate his family members in batches. As long as they were not killed in one wave, they would always have the hope of making a comeback.

Muya gathered the remaining Houthi fighters together, distributed weapons and ammunition, and then began taking attendance.
"Rabid, take your men south to Haiwa. That's a place the government forces have to pass through. Go there and intercept them as much as possible."

"How long will you intercept? No, you need to intercept them before we give you orders!"

Even if you all die, you must stop them!

"Amha, take 600 men westward to Jizan. You don't need to completely enter; just announce to everyone that we have a main force preparing to attempt a one-for-one trade and are ready to completely destroy Jizan!"

"Your task is to mobilize as many Saudi border troops as possible in Jizan."

“Izkala, you stay with me. We’ll each take half of the rest. You head northwest to support Mehrabad.”

"And I will head northeast to confront the Saudi army head-on."

“When we engage the Saudi army, you and Mohrabad will infiltrate behind them and stab them in the backside.”

"If Mehrabad is unwilling to be with you, then you'll have to rely on yourself."

"When the time comes, you'll have to decide when to launch the attack and where to attack."

"You can't rely on others!"

After giving instructions to the key personnel, Muya led them to the assembled armed men and shouted:
"Join me and wipe out those damn Saudis! Drive them back!"

"Let them know we're not to be trifled with!"

(End of this chapter)