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

"You mean Mendoza? He is not our student. He contacted us through Sudan's students. He is still on the way and will probably arrive tomorrow. According to Mr. Lu's idea, I will set off your identity as Mr. Lin."

"According to my student Troy, that guy seems to be a major."

After saying the name of the man, Tang Yuanshan turned around and began to look for relevant files in the drawer.

"Is his name Mendoza?" Lin Yu stood beside him and watched him rummaging curiously.

Soon, Tang Yuanshan handed a file box to Lin Yu. He opened the box and found a brief information inside.

Mendoza Altobelle.

The man in the photo looked only about 30 years old, with a slightly yellow face with sharp edges and a faint smile on his lips. He was a handsome guy.

Especially with the training uniform, he looked more heroic.

However, in this information, the religious sect this person believed in was Shia.

Seeing these three words, Lin Yu subconsciously frowned, and cast an inquiring gaze at Tang Yuanshan, pressing the three words with his fingers and asked: "Are you sure you didn't mark it wrong?"

Looking at the words on Lin Yu's finger, Tang Yuanshan also frowned. As we all know, Libya's Colonel Ka is a Sunni.

The religious sect of the Arabs is a natural barrier in their political career.

No matter how outstanding the strength is, as long as it is not the sect of their own faith, it is equivalent to a waste.

So, Sunni Colonel Ka can't let his Shiite officers go to other countries.

There is something wrong with this guy.

Thinking about this clearly, Tang Yuanshan showed a playful smile on his face. At this critical moment, it is so interesting for this guy to come over.

He handed the file to Lin Yu casually and said with a smile: "Here you go, you can handle it yourself."

"Okay!" Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Yu reached out to take the file, turned around, and continued to browse the news about the Middle East on Tang Yuanshan's computer.

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Saudi Arabia, seeing the public intelligence, Said picked up the phone at hand and dialed the number on it. When the call was connected, he calmly said:

"I hope you can live up to the weapons I support you, understand?"

After that, he hung up the phone, and then called the Minister of Defense:

"We have two of those ballistic missiles, and hit Libya."

"Then all the rocket launchers I bought, all hit the Israeli port of Eilat."

"No matter whether the news is true or false, I will hit these two."

Within half an hour after he finished speaking, two ballistic missiles took off from the northwest of Riyadh, crossed Egypt, crossed the Mediterranean, and crashed into Tripoli, Libya.

And on the border between Saudi Arabia and Jordan, hundreds of rockets took off, crossed Jordanian territory, and flew to the Israeli port of Etra, submerging Israel's port on the Red Sea in the explosion.

At the same time, about 300 kilometers to the north, in the southeast of Nabataea, a convoy of 10 vehicles was heading towards the southeast mountainous area in the sun.

In the leading car, Acoma put down the secret book in his hand and looked forward with a firm gaze. After a while, he turned his gaze to the car under his buttocks.

The cushion under his buttocks was not comfortable to sit on. It was very rough. It was just a piece of velvet wrapped with a hard sponge, and then the hard sponge was fixed to the steel frame of the cab.

If you use a little force, you can also feel the hardness of the screws used to fix it under the sponge.

But...

These are not problems, because the car under his buttocks is a 155mm, 45-caliber howitzer.

In front of the firepower of this thing, the so-called comfort is completely unnecessary!

Mobility and firepower are the only two factors to measure artillery.

And he got 10 such artillery pieces, a full 10 pieces.

Replace a shotgun with a cannon.

If someone gives you something, you have to give back. As for the return, it is the Israelis’ heads.

With a creak, the self-propelled artillery that Arkema was riding stopped on the top of the hill. The accompanying personnel of the self-propelled artillery jumped out of the car, deployed the self-propelled artillery at the fastest speed, and began to adjust the design parameters.

"45 degree angle, base discharge, range is 23 kilometers."

"We are 15 kilometers away from Shemona City in a straight line, and the angle needs to be adjusted to 31.2 degrees."

"What's the situation with this green light?"

"Forget it, just use it! Anyway, we are testing experimental data, as long as it can be fired."

While the milk tea party soldiers were thinking, the artillery was adjusted, Arkema picked up the communication equipment and started calling another group of people.

"Here are the big firecrackers. Repeat, here are the big firecrackers. Are you in place?"

"Here are the small firecrackers. Repeat, here are the small firecrackers. We are about to be in place."

"Here are the big eyes. Repeat, here are the big eyes. We have arrived at the target area. We can fire. We can fire. After firing, we can find the target's position layout."

Hearing the news from the big eyes, Arkema raised his right hand high and then swung it down.

As he moved, the soldiers on the self-propelled artillery pulled the firing rope hard.

Bang, bang, bang...

10 shells were fired. The impact of the shells coming out of the barrel rolled up the surrounding dust all over the sky. Reaching out to pat the dust, Arkema looked up at the direction where the shells left, trying to find traces of the shells.

However, before he could find traces of the shells, the soldier who fired the cannon jumped out of the car and stuffed him into the cab without saying anything.

He pressed the automatic return button in the cab, and the cannon with its head raised slowly lowered its head, and its four legs that were stretched out also retracted.

"What are you looking at? The teachers have said, hit and go!"

Then the soldier stepped on the accelerator, and a group of people ran northeast.

At the Shemona City Stadium, in March, when the grass is green and the birds are flying, it is the beginning of the year and a good time for activities.

On the green field, the Kirshmona team, which belongs to the Shemona City Steelworkers Football Club, is fighting fiercely with the Tel Aviv Maccabi team from Tel Aviv.

In the Israeli Football Super League, these two teams are considered strong teams, so the scores on both sides are very close, both 1:1.

Finally, in the 42nd minute of the first half, the striker of the Kirchmona team seized the opportunity and kicked the ball into the goal of the Tel Aviv Maccabi team with a corner kick.

The score was 2:1.

After scoring the goal, the striker slid down beautifully, raised his hands high, and roared at the blue sky.

And as if in response to his roar, a strange whistling sound came from the sky, so everyone on the football field subconsciously raised their heads to find the source of the sound.

Unlike them, the people in the audience heard this sound and jumped up from their seats one by one, wishing their parents would give them two more legs and want to leave the audience.

However, there were many people in the audience and the road was relatively narrow. Everyone wanted to run away, but no one could run away.

Just when someone wanted to resort to force, something fell from the sky and helped them make a choice.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The 155mm bottom-bleed shell produced by Rheinsteel weighs 43 kilograms per shell. Under Lin Yu's special attention, in addition to the shell and tail, the internal charge weighs as much as 13.2 kilograms.

Compared with ordinary shells, it is more lethal and more powerful.

Three shells in a row were evenly scattered on the football field. The grass on the football field that needed to be cultivated with all the effort of manpower was completely turned into a quagmire under the attack of artillery.

After the explosion, the survivors slowly raised their heads and looked at this picture from hell. They opened their mouths and wanted to cry, but they couldn't make any sound.

Because people will subconsciously lose their voices when they are extremely panicked.

On the northeastern hillside of the town, there is an anti-aircraft missile battalion of the Israeli army. Hearing the explosion, the people in the anti-aircraft missile battalion quickly pushed the anti-aircraft missiles out of the warehouse and started the radar, but there was no response on the radar.

Opposite them, on the hilltop across the town, were 12 M68 self-propelled howitzers that had just been transferred from the southern region.

In the camp, the sleeping commander Nano was awakened by the explosion. He jumped out of bed and stuck his head out of the window of the tent, only to find that the soldiers outside were looking up at the sky, as if they were ready to search for traces of shells with their naked eyes.

There was no movement to prepare for firing.

Seeing this, the commander could only rush out of the tent in a disheveled state and shouted to the soldiers: "Turn on the anti-artillery radar, release the high-altitude balloon, and search for the direction of the enemy."

"All artillery deployed, remove the camouflage, all personnel in place, ready to counterattack at any time."

"Signalman, call the helicopter flight regiment, let them cross the airspace and strike the inner cities of Lebanon."

He once again proved that at a critical moment, clear and straightforward orders are always more useful than ambiguous orders.

Under his command, the soldiers who had nothing to do ran quickly to their own artillery, opened the top cover, and got into the artillery.

Aim the muzzle in the direction of Lebanon and load the artillery at the same time.

As long as the anti-artillery radar calculates the coordinates of the opposite side, the attack can be carried out.

About 10 minutes later, another whistling sound passed over the head and fell into the city behind.

But this time, Lano's arrangement worked. The anti-artillery radar locked the position of the opponent's artillery in just two minutes.

Finding the target position on the map, Arnold took the loudspeaker without hesitation and loudly reported the artillery correction data.

The soldiers squatting inside the artillery adjusted the artillery position according to the correction data at the fastest speed.

Two minutes later, with Lano's shout, 12 howitzers spit flames crazily, spraying 45 kg shells at the target location.

After the first shell was fired, the soldiers worked together to stuff the second shell into the barrel, lock the breech, and pull the firing rope.

Another 12 shells flew out, and these soldiers continued to load shells and continue firing as if they were tireless.

In the sky, shells were like raindrops, hitting the target area.

In the area where these shells fell, Acoma was holding the steering wheel with both hands and driving wildly on the road.

Listening to the explosions coming from behind, Acoma was extremely glad that he listened to his teacher's words and changed places after firing a shot, instead of squatting in one place and firing to death as usual.

The hilltop where they were just now was covered by dense artillery fire.

Countless small mushroom clouds appeared on that hilltop, turning the hill into a nose full of acne, which was then squeezed hard and sprayed pus crazily.

"You drive, I'll call the front line." As he spoke, Acoma swapped positions with the co-pilot, then picked up the communication equipment and called the front-line scouts.

"Hello, hello, I'm Big Firecracker, reporting the enemy's artillery position."

On the border, the scouts hiding in the grove immediately checked the map and informed the Israeli artillery of the position on the map after hearing Acoma's call.

Upon hearing the enemy's position, the rocket artillery convoy that had maneuvered to the south of Kiam immediately stopped, aimed the muzzle at the target direction, and adjusted the shooting parameters.

The self-propelled mortar convoy adjusted the target and aimed the muzzle at the southern border. As long as the enemy dared to appear, they would be hit.

The small car carrying anti-tank missiles and anti-aircraft missiles was even more daring and continued to press forward to the border.

Only on the border can you see Israeli tanks and helicopters.

Two minutes later, Arkema's proud voice sounded in the intercom:

"The big firecrackers are ready, fire!"

Hearing this, the rocket launcher team proudly gave a thumbs up to the mortar team, and then pressed the launch button.

The 107mm rocket launcher has a maximum range of 8.5 kilometers, and the distance between them and the target point is about 7.4 kilometers.

According to the dispersion of the rocket launchers, this pile of rocket launchers can completely cover the enemy's artillery positions.

Watching the rocket launchers take off, the rocket launcher team, which had no ammunition, immediately turned around and left to the north.

The mortar team could only watch them fire with envy.

At the M68 self-propelled howitzer position, Lano stood upright, holding the phone and reporting the results to his superiors.

"The enemy only had time to fire 20 shells before being captured by our anti-artillery radar. We are now suppressing the artillery according to the data calculated by the artillery radar."

"Don't worry, we are the ones who use artillery..."

Before Lano finished speaking, a shell fell from the sky and hit his bunker.

As the fire flashed, a violent explosion sounded, and then there were more explosions.

The soldiers who were not squatting in the self-propelled artillery ran around desperately on the ground, trying to find a bunker.

However, the artillery in the sky was too dense. In addition to artillery, there were also rockets attacking from another direction.

These rockets hit the ground like raindrops. Although they were not very accurate, every explosion would bring countless fragments.

The soldiers' bodies strengthened by God were useless in front of these flying fragments.

Amid the explosion, a soldier jumped into the new crater that had just been blown out. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a piece of blown-up steel fell from his head.

Pah.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a strong arm, holding a phone, lay quietly where Lano had just stood.

Farther away from this arm were the remains of the M68 self-propelled howitzer and the remains of the soldiers.

The explosion on the hilltop was clearly seen by the milk tea party soldiers in Lebanon. When the movement on the hilltop completely disappeared, these reconnaissance soldiers picked up the walkie-talkie and said excitedly: "It's all over! We won a great victory!"

In the self-propelled artillery team, hearing the news from the front line, Acoma showed a very calm expression, waved his hand calmly, and said:

"Be vigilant, I will tell this good news to our friends."