When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

The gunfire rang out, and the other surviving soldier in the car raised his head. Just as he took a look, another bullet hit his head.

Another soldier who had stopped moving was also held back with a gun and shot twice.

After confirming that the people in the car were dead, the shooter took out a satellite phone from his chest and said to the other end of the satellite phone: "Mr. Yuri, that analyst Mark has died in the Iraqi sneak attack." , do you need us to bring back his body?”

"Don't you need to take it back? Okay, I understand!"

After hanging up the satellite phone, these American soldiers turned around and walked into the desert.

At the same time, at America's temporary command post in Gilkuk, Commander Yuri put down the satellite phone in his hand, turned around and walked out of the tent, shouting to the orderlies outside the door:

"Andy, where are the statistical reports on the Iraqis' attacks on the garrison? Come out to me quickly. If you still have any evidence, give me the statistics quickly."

"I want it in half an hour. If you can't take it out in half an hour, I will let Cannonball kiss your ass hard! Do you understand?"

Ten minutes later, a handsome young soldier appeared in front of Yuri holding a large wooden box and said respectfully:

"Sir, this is a statistical report on all the Iraqi attacks on our base. Please take a look."

Yuri waved his right hand: "Take it with you and go to Qatar with me."

After another ten minutes, an Apache armed helicopter departed from the station and rushed to Baghdad as quickly as possible, and then changed to a transport aircraft in Baghdad and flew directly to Qatar.

Qatar front finger.

Dana was lying leisurely on the balcony with a cup of espresso, admiring the stars at night.

Fourteen days have passed since the sudden battle. At this moment, American soldiers have wiped out all the Iraqi troops, leaving only a few remnants, still hiding in the corners, licking their wounds. .

But these are all minor issues. War can kill people, but it can't kill people. That's not called war, it's called outing, or it's called child's play.

In a few days, when the situation stabilizes, he can return to America and accept the award from the Ministry of Defense, becoming a lieutenant general and becoming a general. In a few years, he can become a five-star general!

Perfect!

At this moment, the glass door of the balcony was pulled open, and his secretary poked his head out of the room and asked cautiously:

"General Dana, Lieutenant Colonel Yuri is here. Do you want him to come in?"

Listening to the secretary's words, Dana tapped his fingers on the coffee cup, making a very pleasant tinkling sound.

After more than ten seconds, he brought the coffee to his mouth: "Let him come in!"

The secretary turned and left, and after a while, he brought Yuri to Dana.

Looking at this former subordinate and the big wooden box in his hand, Dana couldn't help but shake his head. After a while, he asked expressionlessly:

"Can you tell me why there are so many losses within your defense range?"

"I remember that you were once a warrior, a member of the special operations team who risked his own life and dared to fight the enemy!"

"Now, I want you to give an explanation on the situation where you encountered enemy attacks multiple times within your defense range, and then the defense was disadvantageous multiple times."

"And I have to remind you, before you say anything, you should understand it first and then say it, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

However, in the face of Dana's suggestion, Yuri did not rush to explain. Instead, he raised his right index finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and then asked the old leader in a low voice:

"Is this place safe? I mean, no one can eavesdrop here, right?"

His sly look fell into Dana's eyes, which gave the general who was about to be promoted to lieutenant general a headache. He couldn't help but sit up and angrily shouted: "What are you going to do?"

The next second, he saw Yuri taking out a mortar shell from the wooden box and holding the shell in his hand. The smile on Yuri's face became extremely excited.

This smile looked so weird and unsettling in Dana's eyes.

Dana rolled over, stood up from the recliner, half-crouched, distanced himself from Yuri, and shouted sharply again:

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Another question made Yuri wake up. He quickly took apart the mortar shell in his hand, revealing the white cream-like charge inside.

Putting down the cannonball, he turned around and took out a few manuscripts from the wooden box and put them aside. Then he said to Dana with a flattering face:

"General, I found a good business."

This brief sentence made Dana put down his guard and appeared in front of Yuri again, staring at the dismantled mortar shells on the ground with doubts on his face:

"good business?"

As he spoke, he kicked the mortar shells on the ground with a look of disgust on his face. This kick showed him some clues.

This cannonball is stamped!

Not a cast iron case.

Discovering this problem, he squatted down, picked up the cannonball and inspected it carefully. This inspection allowed him to discover more things.

This cannonball is made of stamped parts all over its body!

Stamping, casting, and cutting are necessary processes for producing weapons. Among them, cutting is the most expensive and the most troublesome to manufacture. It is generally used in the manufacture of some precision weapons and equipment.

Casting is simpler and cheaper than cutting.

But this technique depends very much on the skill of the operator. If the technique is not good, the result will be sand holes.

It's all junk.

The cheapest is stamping. You only need to put the heated steel billet into a fixed mold, and the stamping machine will output enough pressure. These heated steel billets will become what you need according to the shape of the mold.

After a simple processing, you can get the finished product.

Unfortunately, Iraq does not have such capabilities!

Who is providing weapons behind the scenes?

At this time, Yuri next to him suddenly spoke again: "General Dena, I believe you have also seen that the charge in this shell is CL20 after emulsification!"

The voice was full of flattery. Hearing his words, Dena was even more confused. He quickly turned the shell and cast his eyes on the charge in the shell. After a moment, he nodded frantically:

"Yeah, yeah! I just know that this charge is CL20, so I didn't dare to speak for a long time. How did this shell come from?"

During the question, Dena moved his eyes away from the shell and moved to Yuri, but the corner of his eyes couldn't help but glance at the charge of the shell.

This...

You know, at the price of CL20, even America is reluctant to use this thing on mortar shells, and it is used on the cutting edge.

But now, his subordinates suddenly came to him with a shell, pointed at the charge inside and said, this is CL20.

Isn't this ridiculous?

But soon, Dena also reacted. This is indeed a good business, a very good business!

If he can get the source of this kind of explosives, he can open a defense company, monopolize this kind of explosives, and then sell this kind of explosives to the Ministry of Defense to earn excess profits.

If a few more people come in, then this business will be stable!

General, generals also need to spend money, eat, and buy things!

While he was thinking, Yuri spoke again and explained in a low voice:

"This shell was found yesterday after the Iraqis attacked our base in Kirkuk city."

"The person who loaded the shell must be a novice. He did not activate the fuse, and then the shell luckily did not explode."

"At first, our on-site cleaning staff thought it was a shell we dropped, but soon discovered that we did not have a 120mm mortar on site."

"Finally, this shell fell into the hands of our weapons experts, who disassembled the shell and took out the When analyzing the explosives inside, it was found that this thing was CL20. "

"Of course, the weapons expert did not make it public, so the composition of this shell is only known to you, me, and the weapons expert."

"But today, when another of our weapons experts went to the scene, he found that the Iraqis had CL20. He thought someone had leaked the secret, and after questioning me, I sent someone to kill him."

"And the data analyzed by our weapons expert is all here."

After the voice fell, a few pages of simple draft paper and two analysis tables appeared in front of Dana.

After reading the contents of these papers, Dena breathed a sigh of relief and responded calmly:

"Well done!"

"Next, I will give you a secret mission, which is to find the Iraqis who use this mortar, find them, and ask them about the source of this explosive."

"If it can really be mass-produced, then the good days for you and me will not be far away."

"Even, you, a lieutenant colonel, may become a lieutenant general."

"Do you understand?"

The gentle and suggestive words here made Yuri extremely excited. He knew that he had made the right bet.

His old boss was not a righteous person who could not tolerate any sand in his eyes. Instead, he was a very smooth and very capable person.

Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant General.

There are three levels in between, but these three levels are the end points that hundreds of millions of people will never see in their lifetime!

And now, he may see this end point!

In his excitement, he nodded his head: "I understand!"

"I'll go back now and find out the source of these explosives, and then, we will contribute to our future good days!"

The two chatted until late at night, and talked about all the situations on the front line. Yuri said goodbye and left.

As soon as he left, Dena took out his mobile phone and dialed a number:

"CL20 appeared on the battlefield in Iraq, and it appeared on a large scale. Now, go and find out the source of these explosives for me."

"Then, monopoly!"

After explaining the task to the person on the other end of the phone, Dena hung up the phone and continued to hold a strong coffee and admire the stars on the balcony.

At the same time, he was also thinking about what kind of genius would be the person who could mass-produce this high-performance explosive.

At the same time, in the eastern hemisphere under the same starry sky.

The genius he was talking about was walking steadily into the headquarters of Lanling Agricultural Bank!

Seeing Lin Yu appear, Guan Yunqing slid and knelt beautifully and appeared in front of him.

"I heard the magpie calling outside my bedroom window early this morning, and I knew there would be distinguished guests today!"

"Come, sit inside!"

"Xiaoyun, bring me the Dahongpao I got from Fujian Province two days ago!"