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

After looking at it for a long time, Lin Yu put down the document in his hand, turned to look at Lu Huaxi and Zhou Changyao beside him, and asked:

"Then I should go back now, take care of the work at hand, and then start preparing the plan?"

After reaching out to pick up the documents on the table and studying them for a long time, Lu Huaxi said a few words to Zhou Changyao. Then Lu Huaxi nodded and said:

"You are quite busy, so I won't keep you longer. I will send someone to take you back after dinner."

"The people who will send you back will stay at your base temporarily to help you finalize the functions of your Snow Leopard all-terrain vehicle."

"It's early July now. It would be best if we could come up with a batch of equipment before the National Day."

"And then there's the plan for Afghanistan!"

"It is better to plan sooner rather than later. If you delay it for a few more months, their poppies will be harvested in the new year, and after the harvest, they will be converted into profits."

"When those guys get a taste of the profits from poppy cultivation, they will take a step further and it will be more trouble for us."

"Try to kill them before they taste the profits!"

"Understand?"

After admonishing him, he looked at Zhou Changyao again and asked, "Old Zhou, do you have anything to say?"

"Nothing to say!" Zhou Changyao stared at Lin Yu kindly and said softly: "Pay attention to safety!"

"It's almost lunch time. Let's go to the cafeteria. We'll see you off and wish you success!"

After eating in the cafeteria, he packed his luggage and went out. Lin Yu also saw the person escorting him back.

11 people from QA regiment Jian Dao 1 even Jian Dao 1 platoon 1 class.

These 11 people were met during the test a few days ago.

The vehicle they were driving at that time was a 12.7mm heavy machine gun fire support vehicle. They drove so cheerfully, like a pack of wild dogs on the loose.

At this moment, these 11 people stood in front of Lin Yu, with excited smiles on their faces.

Because this time all the equipment sent by Lin Yu was left behind.

And they can go to the manufacturer and participate in the manufacturing themselves, and can use more and better weapons and equipment.

Next to them is Yang Xue, the leader of the QA group. This middle-aged man in his forties has his left hand by his side and his right hand raised. He is lecturing these 11 people:

"Remember, you are the sharp knife class of the QA group, and you are the strongest people in our group!"

"We can't lose our face when we go out. Also, this time, you have to bring me the best fire support vehicle!"

"With our own combat qualities, coupled with the best fire support vehicles, we will be the strongest rapid strike force in the entire China!"

"When we pass by on the road, even a dog has to give me three shakes!"

"Especially Gao Jun from the DA group next door is also in Rheinsteel. If you encounter him, you have to deal with him severely."

"When you train in the morning, pull that guy out and train him hard!"

"Do you have any confidence?"

As he shouted, the 11 people in the sharp knife class raised the washbasins in their hands and shouted:

"have!"

"have!"

"have!"

Looking at the confident people, Yang Xue turned around, pointed at the person on the far right of the team and said:

"This is Ge Fei, the leader of the sharp knife squad. He is the most powerful person in our group. I leave it to you now!"

"Come on!" As he spoke, Yang Xue waved his right hand violently. Next to him, Ge Fei immediately raised the washbasin in his hand and shouted:

"come on!"

"come on!"

Looking at these excited people, Lin Yu couldn't help but wipe his face, showing an expression that he couldn't bear to look at.

He lowered his head and sighed for a moment, then said:

"Put back all your belongings, except for two pairs of regular clothes and ID cards."

"You're like this, you just have to write the words "you have a problem" on your forehead!"

After listening to Lin Yu's words, Yang Xue's eyes fell on the 11 people in the Sharp Sword Company. At this glance, he also discovered a blind spot.

The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company are all veterans.

Being a veteran means one thing, that is, being isolated from the world, basically cutting off the possibility of communicating with society.

If you are traveling alone, it is not bad.

With more than a dozen people together, carrying bedding and clothes, it would be difficult not to attract the attention of interested people.

If you attract attention, it will be very troublesome!

Lin Yu was still thoughtful.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted: "Everyone is here, execute the order!"

After executing the four words of the order, the men in the sharp knife squad immediately turned around and rushed to the barracks. Ten minutes later, a man wearing ordinary clothes and wearing nothing appeared in front of Lin Yu.

There is still a neat queue.

Seeing this, Lin Yu pointed helplessly to the three large boxes next to him and said, "This is my luggage, take it with you and let's go!"

Under the scorching sun in the northern grasslands in July, the people in the sharp knife class followed Lin Yu, boarded the car to the train station, and disappeared into the vast arid grassland.

The sun is like fire, which is a good time for crops to grow.

It is also a good time for toxic substances to grow.

Afghanistan.

In a valley at the junction of Ghazni and Uruzgan provinces.

A not-so-violent war broke out quietly in a village named Ouliabak.

The defenders, who are die-hard supporters of the new government, have some new equipment.

The attacker was Abu, who was returning to Malistan from Kandahar with his men.

One side was the villagers who had been temporarily organized, and the other side was the Taliban who had fought for many years and had rich experience, but lacked equipment.

So, the two gangs were temporarily tied.

When the two sides were fighting hard, a soldier under Abu suddenly carried the bomb next to his teammate on his back, and then rushed to the opposite position like crazy.

On the opposite position, seeing this devil-like man, the villagers who had temporarily organized to fight back were instantly scared.

One by one, they didn't care about what the village chief said, dropped their guns, and ran back.

They were fast, but the crazy Taliban were faster.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded.

Mud, sand, and blood were swept by the impact of the explosion, like a rainstorm, hitting the surrounding land.

The enemy has been scared, and the balance of the war has tilted to Abu.

He jumped out of the bunker, waved his hand fiercely in front of him, and rushed through the position he was fighting for just now, catching up with the people running away in front.

He raised the Peshawar-made AK in his hand and swept it, while shouting:

"Surrender and don't kill!"

Hearing this, the people running away in front ran faster, because from the various news they heard, the Taliban never had the option of surrendering and not killing.

These people are definitely liars.

After a while, these temporary organized villagers, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, got into the village in the center of the valley in front.

Looking at the intricate stone houses, Abu did not continue to pursue, but waved his hand, asking his soldiers to pick up the weapons dropped on the battlefield, and then hurry up to evacuate.

Not long after the order was issued, his deputy Nasat ran over with a mysterious look on his face, and whispered in his ear:

"There's something over there! Good stuff!"

"Good stuff?"

"Yeah!" Nasat nodded vigorously, and pointed his right hand to the apricot forest not far away.

Looking at his face, Abu walked towards the direction of Sat's finger with curiosity.

Soon, Abu saw the good things that Sat mentioned in the almond forest.

The poppy that had grown fruit.

Looking at the lush, familiar but somewhat unfamiliar plants in front of him, he felt very uncomfortable.

Familiar, because poppies first appeared in the Mesopotamian Plain in the Two Rivers Basin, and then appeared in Afghanistan with ethnic exchanges.

Later, with the advent of the Age of Discovery, England occupied Pakistan and India, and also brought more poppy planting.

As a buffer zone between England and Russia, Afghanistan naturally has people who grow poppies for profit.

Strange, because this thing is strictly prohibited in the teachings of the Koran.

It is something that is more unacceptable to the doctrine than tobacco and alcohol.

So, under the control of the traditionalists, poppies and poppy growers were eradicated together.

Eradicated in the physical sense.

In the warlord melee, some people have been secretly planting this thing, and then used it to exchange equipment and spend military pay.

But it has never been like this, directly and openly, swaggeringly, planting like planting food.

Reaching out to break off a poppy fruit, Abu slowly turned his head and looked at the Sartre beside him. After looking at him for a few seconds, he handed the stem in his hand over and asked:

"Do you think this is a good thing?"

The words were very calm, but the Sartre was not a fool. After fighting for many years, he could clearly distinguish the state of a person.

And at the moment, Abu looked like he had no problem, but in fact, he had suppressed a ball of fire in his heart. If he answered a little bit wrong, he would die!

He took the stem that was less than ten centimeters long with his right hand, and with the strength of his index finger and thumb, the stem turned in the Sartre's hand, and at the same time, a smile of conspiracy appeared on his face.

"The village chief here definitely can't get these things, so there must be someone behind him manipulating them."

"We attacked here today, and the people behind the village chief will definitely receive the news."

"Then they only have two choices."

"The first is to come over and attack us."

"The second is to prevent us from attacking them."

"No matter which one, they will be mobilized. For us, we have only one goal, which is to kill the people of the new government."

"But the equipment we have now is relatively poor, and this is a serious problem."

"So, my suggestion is to avoid the sharp edge. If we can't beat people, can't we beat some grass?"

After saying the last word, the Sartre rubbed the hand holding the stem again, and the stem in his hand turned into a small gyroscope, spinning two and a half circles in the air, and then fell on another poppy flower.

The poppy that has already produced fruit has some weight. In Sartre's hand, it directly turned into a hidden weapon and hit another poppy.

Let the stem of another poppy bend directly.

Looking at the bent poppy, Abu looked at the gun in his hand, then at the shoes on his feet.

Finally, he raised his head again and set his eyes on the apricot tree.

One meter above his head, there was an apricot branch as thick as his little finger. The branch was very straight, just like the sharpest sword in the world.

He quickly climbed up the apricot tree, broke off the branch, peeled off the bark and leaves, revealing the smooth wood inside.

He waved it casually, and it was very smooth.

Putting the AK47 on his back, Abu walked into the poppy field with a big sword he had just received and a smile on his face.

The sound of the thin wooden stick cutting through the air was pleasant and comfortable.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Watching him leave, the satyr breathed a sigh of relief. He slapped himself inconspicuously, and at the same time warned himself in his heart not to mention such things next time.

After warning himself, he also broke off a branch and joined the destruction.

Soon, the people in charge of cleaning the battlefield also came over.

Seeing the boss destroying the poppies, they also happily joined the team.

Of course, they did not relax their vigilance.

Two hours later, the poppy fields in the entire village were completely destroyed.

Amid a melodious song and mocking curses, Abu led his men and drove into the valley, crossed the border between Ghazni Province and Uruzgan Province, and went to Maristein.

The straight-line distance from Oliyabak to Malistan is only more than 40 kilometers, and even if the distance over the mountains and ridges is counted, it is only more than 80 kilometers.

They set off in the afternoon, and Abu and his party returned to Malistan early the next morning.

The people who went to Kabul to launch the attack and went to Bamiyan in the north to pick up equipment also returned, and also brought weapons and equipment sponsored by the Russians.

Holding the brand new AK74m from Russia in his hand, Abu couldn't wait to point the muzzle of the gun at a tree in the distant valley.

He took a few deep breaths and pulled the trigger hard.

Bang!

I don't know where the bullet flew.

So he could only settle for the second best, aiming the muzzle at the target a hundred meters away, aiming repeatedly, and pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet passed through the left side of the target and hit the rocks in the distance.

He continued to pull the trigger, and the next bullet landing point also proved his guess.

There is something wrong with the sight of this gun!

Damn Russians.

After removing the magazine and confirming that there were no bullets in the gun, Abu returned to the house with the gun, threw it in front of the other deputies, and said angrily:

"The Russians are a bunch of bastards. This gun needs to be adjusted, so we'd better find another source of weapons."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Hearing this question, Sartre raised his hand immediately: "Iran!"

The next second, the person next to him asked: "What about the money? Iranians are vampires. When have you traded with them, they didn't suck your blood out of you?"

As soon as this sentence fell, in the corner of the room, A clear voice came over:

"We can grow poppies!"

The speaker paused for a moment and continued loudly: "The new government, local rebels, al-Qaeda, and other Taliban are all growing poppies and grabbing the profits of poppies."

"If we don't grow them, we will give up competing with them."

"If we also grow poppies and sell the extracted drugs, we will have enough funds to buy weapons and equipment."

Hearing this voice, Nasat, who had just seen Abu's attitude yesterday, couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and leaned against the wall.

As the voice sounded, others moved aside and exposed the people inside.