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

These words made Jalim unable to refute. When he came to China, the teacher who taught military knowledge would always emphasize one sentence, that is, when the firepower is sufficient, don't be stingy with firepower.

Talent is the most important thing.

But the problem is that in a state of war, in many cases, whether the firepower is sufficient will not be transferred due to human will.

In a war, the more important thing is to distribute firepower rationally. Just as he was about to say a few words, he saw Lin Yu beside him put the rocket launcher on his shoulder and then aimed at the bunker ahead.

He pulled the trigger calmly.

The huge recoil made Lin Yu take a slight step back, but even so, the angle of the flying rocket did not change.

Noticing this, Jalim's eyes flashed with surprise. The young man next to him didn't seem as weak as he saw.

The rockets plunged into the bunker with a whistling sound, and with a bang, a hole was opened in the concrete shooting port.

The lethality is okay.

Silently commenting in his heart, Jalim was about to speak when another rocket was fired from beside him. The whistling sound made his ears hurt.

However, this was not over yet. Another rocket was fired. Lin Yu continued to bend down, took out a rocket from the box in front of him, loaded it, and aimed it at the homogeneous steel plate on the left front of the bunker.

Pull the trigger.

Amidst the explosion of the bunker, the rocket flew out and hit the homogeneous steel plate.

Bang - boom!

After a loud noise, a hole was burned out in the homogeneous steel plate. The hole was not big, only the size of an adult's fist.

But Jalim, who saw all this in his eyes, couldn't help but take a breath.

hiss--

This rocket is very lethal!

He wanted to speak again, but Lin Yu next to him ignored him. Instead, he picked up the rocket again, loaded it, and fired.

In each box were ten rockets. It wasn't until Lin Yu finished shooting the rockets in the box that he stopped and handed the rocket launcher to Jalim:

"Let's try one shot?"

"This...how is this so embarrassing?" Jalim refused repeatedly, but his hands were honest. As soon as he said the first word, his hand had already grabbed the rocket launcher.

By the time he finished saying this, he had already crouched down and imitated Lin Yu's gesture with his left hand, skillfully opening the box containing the rockets.

There are ten rounds in a box, all of which are tandem armor-piercing explosive rounds.

He picked up one without hesitation, recalled the military skills he had learned, and loaded the rocket into the launch tube with familiarity.

He half-crouched, facing the bunker in the distance and pulled the trigger. One round flew out, and he immediately bent down to pick up the other round, loaded it, and fired again.

And his movements also became extremely skillful in this shooting. The last three shots, he even fired like an assault rifle.

The last rocket was fired, and I subconsciously touched the box with my left hand, but it came up empty. It was gone!

Feeling the unfinished feeling, Jialim stood up slowly, put the launch tube next to him, and said to Lin Yu with a flattering look on his face: "One more shot?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the spring-like smile on Lin Yu's face and his gentle voice:

"I have to add more money! When the account arrives, I will call you again!"

The slender fingers of Lin Yu's right hand dangled in front of Jialim. His index finger and thumb touched each other and kept rubbing them. That was not a hint, it was an explicit statement.

Seeing this familiar action, Jalim's face darkened: "Profiteer! You will have no friends if you do this!"

"I'm already a profiteer. Why do I want friends? Your question is very strange." Lin Yu responded in a very soft and proud voice.

I am very proud that I am a profiteer.

Seeing that the guy in front of him was out of luck, Jalim had no other choice but to turn around and leave the weapons testing site and make a phone call to press for money.

Lin Yu followed him, walking slowly.

Passing by the small shop in the factory, he bought two candies. While buying candies, the sound of news broadcast came from the TV.

"Israeli officials issued an announcement that there were no casualties during this Operation Defense Shield."

Listening to the voice, Lin Yu raised his head curiously, and happened to see the screenshot of the official Israeli spokesperson reading the manuscript in the official news report.

At the bottom of the screen were huge words: No casualties!

Seeing these words, Lin Yu slowly narrowed his eyes.

interesting!

There are so many fertilizers and steel pipes, but no one is injured or killed. Is it because I don’t have enough explosives?

Or are people like Arabilla too good at it?

…………

North Gaza Governorate.

Michel was lying under the disabled tank. Next to him, two of his teammates, his captain Pres, were lying in the crater two or three meters directly in front of him.

Carefully observe the surroundings with a telescope.

At the same time, he did not forget to remind the recruits behind him.

"They shouldn't have many weapons. We just need to wait. When their weapons are finished, we can..."

Before he finished speaking, a whistling sound of flying rockets came from the side.

The flying rocket penetrated into the crater at an extremely weird angle, directly blowing Price, who was lying on the ground, into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground.

My fingers moved but they couldn't move again.

The person who launched the attack on the other side also made no move.

Michelle poked his head out from under the tank. Another rocket came from the front and drilled into the crater again, blowing Press in the crater into pieces.

This time he was really dead.

Seeing the captain being blown to pieces in front of him, Michelle felt a surge of urine, and his body subconsciously lay down, then used his hands and feet to get back under the tank.

About 100 meters in front of his left, Radi was hiding in a ruin, carefully looking at the tank with a telescope.

After watching for a while, he asked without turning his head: "Is there anyone under the tank just now? I think I saw a head just now?"

Next to him, the teammate who was loading the rocket heard this, and without saying a word, he stood up, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one go.

However, he moved a little too fast and didn't find the right angle. The rocket flew out and exploded about three meters in front of the tank, blowing up the original crater and the parts in the crater again.

Seeing all this, Radi spoke again:

"Raise the angle by one degree and turn a little to the right. The wind is a bit strong now."

"I did see a figure inside just now. There are five rockets here. Shoot them all. At least cripple them."

After receiving the order, several members of the team put down their Peshawar-made AK47s, loaded the last five rockets into the launch tube, aimed at the tank together, and pulled the trigger.

Explosions sounded one after another. Radi aimed his telescope at the tank. It was not until the fifth explosion that he saw a half-body person blown out from under the tank.

Finally, he fell to the ground, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

At this moment, he felt comfortable all over.

He waved his hand.

"Retreat."