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

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Juan gasped when he heard the news.

Looking back at the pile of fertilizers and the ammonium nitrate separated on the ground, he couldn't help but get a headache.

Not enough, not enough at all!

After moving his hands, he called others and joined in the work of separating fertilizer again.

At the same time, he also started to complain to Arabilla:

"By the way, can you directly import ammonium nitrate next time? It would be too labor-intensive to separate the mixed particles!"

"And, at a critical time like this, it's so inefficient."

Arabilla did not answer Juan's complaints.

He also wants to get a fully automatic separation equipment.

But, no money.

I scanned the warehouse with my eyes and found that there were not many people working on site, and the number of separations was a bit small. I asked again: "I heard that you started separation the day before yesterday. Why are there only so few?"

Juan spread his hands, pouted, and replied angrily: "I worked in the warehouse the day before yesterday, and I only worked all morning yesterday! Coupled with my lack of skill, I separated a ton of ammonium nitrate in total!"

"Then this ton of ammonium nitrate has been taken away by Hagrid's men and used to make explosives!"

"But I heard them say this morning that all the prepared rockets and 105 warheads were taken away by Rahman!"

Arabilla's eyes suddenly widened when she heard the word Rahman.

Because Rahman is the most capable and trouble-making person in their resistance team, his instinct told him to do bad things!

Without even bothering to talk to Juan, he turned around and ran towards the factory where explosives were made!

He just hoped that Rahman hadn't done anything yet.

Knives must be hidden to be a deterrent.

…………

Gaza is small and creates a myth. The 40-kilometer-long area is divided into North Gaza Province, Gaza Province, Deir al-Baleh Province, Khan Yunis Province, and the southernmost Province of Rafah.

North Gaza Governorate.

Because it is close to Israel, it is almost a war zone, with conflicts breaking out every day and gunshots ringing out every day.

Rahman lay on the roof of an abandoned mobile house, carefully stretched out his head, took out the telescope covered with a mesh, and carefully observed the distance.

In his sight was a military camp.

Three green tents were propped up haphazardly on the ground. A few soldiers were wandering around the tents, barely keeping watch.

There were also several people getting on and off the trucks outside the tent, seemingly moving things.

He re-estimated the distance with the telescope and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he took out a mobile phone from his arms.

He smiled and dialed a number.

There was a tractor parked between two buildings about 300 meters east of his building, with a launcher behind the tractor.

Aria led people to guard the side, and a harsh bell rang.

The ringing startled a few people.

The next second, the three rockets on the launcher ignited instantly, dragging flames and rushing forward.

Seeing the rockets flying out, Aria immediately jumped on the tractor and ran away.

On the roof, Lachman's telescope kept an eye on the rockets all the way, and he watched with joy as the rockets flew out and then landed at the military camp at the target point.

Boom boom boom!

After three explosions, Rahman looked at the military camp again.

The green tent had collapsed in the explosion. Except for a few people on guard outside, the rest of the people fell asleep and slept like a baby.

The truck transporting supplies was already on its back, displaying the legendary buttocks-flat-sand-falling-goose pose.

Rahman took out a notebook from his arms and wrote a line of text in the notebook.

[180 kilograms of explosives, killed 7 people, destroyed a truck, the equipment is unclear. 】

After writing, he continued to search for other targets and marked them on the map.

Just then, I saw something good out of the corner of my eye!

Further north of the military camp, about 500 meters away, next to an abandoned three-story building, a pipe swaggered out from the side of the building.

After fighting with the Israelis for many years, Rahman recognized the origin of that thing at a glance, an M1 self-propelled howitzer.

Next to the howitzer, soldiers were measuring range and loading.

Seeing this good thing, Rahman spat, turned around and went downstairs as quickly as possible.

When he walked out of the gate, the tractor came right in front of him.

Jumping up with a lunge, Rahman shouted:

"Aria! Run! Their artillery is coming!"

When Aria heard the urging, she subconsciously wanted to turn the accelerator like other cars, but when she started, she realized that the accelerator was already at the bottom, so she could only respond in a loud voice:

"I'm driving as fast as I can!"

On the launch pad, looking at the retreating ruins, Rahman felt unspeakable disgust:

"Arabila is really not a human being. He actually bought a tractor! Doesn't he know how to buy a faster one? That kind of big truck can pull dozens of rounds at a time!"

"Don't rush me! I've tried my best!"

At this moment, a 155mm artillery shell fell from the sky and hit the abandoned building where Rahman had been.

After the explosion, only a two-story frame of the five-story building was left, messy in the wind.

At this time, the whistling sound of flying artillery shells, together with the sound of explosions, reached the ears of several people.

Hearing the sound, Rahman turned around with lingering fear. Just in time to see this scene, he couldn't help but take a breath and complained at the same time.

"The stuff Arabila purchased was too bad. A 150mm tube made into a rocket with 62kg of explosives is almost as powerful as this artillery."

Listening to his self-talking complaints, the others did not respond, but sat quietly on the tractor, thanking themselves for running fast enough.

Before they walked far, two more shells fell, one hitting the abandoned building left by the first shell.

The other hit a ruin, causing smoke and dust to rise.

The tractor went south and soon returned to the headquarters of the resistance movement in the southwest of Gaza Province.

As soon as he entered the door, Rahman rushed into the room on the second floor with joy and shouted excitedly to the middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair in the room:

"Chief, I blamed Arabila wrongly. That thing is really useful, really, I won't lie to you."

"After connecting the line, you can use the mobile phone to remotely launch it. It is very useful and very safe."

After the man finished talking, he realized that something was wrong at the scene.

The four or five people present all glared at him.

He smiled awkwardly at first, then bent down and quietly shrunk to the side.

But just as he was halfway back, Arabila appeared silently and blocked his way.

Staring at his comrade in front of him for a while, Arabila asked coldly:

"Is that thing really useful?"

"It's really useful!" Rahman answered decisively, and when he slowly turned around, he found that it was Arabila standing behind him!

Facing the other party's cannibalistic eyes, Rahman slowly retreated, shaking his hands and explaining: "That... that I just wanted to test the power!"

"I just dragged three rounds over!"

"Really!"

"I hid the rest in the tunnel!"