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"Hello, audience friends, I am your old acquaintance. Today we will not talk about domestic industry, but foreign industry. Similarly, we will not talk about civilian industry today, but foreign military industry."

In the studio of the Industrial Channel, a middle-aged man who looks to be in his 40s sat in front of the camera with a smile on his face and began today's explanation seriously.

Next to this middle-aged man is a female host, and her role is to support the joke.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the female host immediately followed up and asked:

"Then why do we talk about foreign military industry today? Is it because today is worth commemorating? Or did something important happen today?"

Faced with the female host's question, the middle-aged man did not immediately talk, but let a group of people watch a short film first.

America's promotional short film.

At the beginning of the camera, it was pitch black. After the pitch black picture, there were pairs of shoes. These shoes were put on people's feet and were moving forward quickly.

A few seconds later, the camera began to move up and rotate at the same time, turning to the direction of the shoes. There was a square, and the square was full of America's equipment.

Abrams tank.

Tomahawk cruise missile.

Patriot air defense missile.

HIMARS rocket launcher, which had just been launched and had not yet been used in actual combat.

M777-150mm light howitzer.

AC130 ground attack aircraft.

C130 transport aircraft.

These people went to the equipment they needed to operate at the fastest speed. When these people arrived at the equipment, the picture stopped abruptly and was cut back to the studio by the director.

The director also knew how to stir up trouble. He directly stuck the camera on the face of the middle-aged commentator, and even the blackheads on his face could be seen clearly.

After looking at the peerless beauty for a while, the camera slowly moved back, and the middle-aged man explained:

"Just yesterday, the American government released a message saying that their basic industry has made a breakthrough and has obtained a way to mass-produce high-performance explosives such as CL20."

"Then, they are going to hold an official press conference today, January 30th at 9 pm here, and January 30th at 8 am local Washington time."

"The release of their latest equipment is a rare opportunity to open the eyes of our domestic military fans and take a good look at the most advanced equipment in the world!"

"Before we start, let me introduce you to the current mainstream weapon charge configuration."

"Generally speaking, the main explosive in the shells and rockets we launch is TNT, because this thing is stable, cheap, and productive Production is relatively simple. "

"For equipment with better performance, the explosive is RDX, which is more expensive than TNT."

"Then, some cluster bombs and missiles that pursue lethality are filled with explosives, which are octokin. This explosive is more expensive on the basis of RDX."

"And the CL20 that America is about to release is more popularly called the fourth generation of explosives. Its performance far exceeds the previous three. Of course, its price is also far higher than the previous three."

"This thing has been out for decades, but it was not until now that America officially announced that they had mastered the mass production method of CL20."

"This is a great progress in human industry, and we should be happy for them."

The middle-aged commentator said a few more words. As the studio clanged, he hurriedly looked at the alarm clock next to him. It was 9 o'clock in the evening.

The director switched the camera to the TV signal from America. After a short period of snowflakes on the white screen, a new picture appeared on the screen.

In the picture, it is not a common press conference hall, and there are no extra people. What catches the eye is the equipment.

In the lonely Gobi Desert, two Abrams tanks stand side by side. About 1 km in front of these two tanks, there are also two tanks. Unlike the square head and square head of the Abrams tank, these two tanks have round heads and round heads, which are standard Soviet equipment.

At this time, a series of instructions appeared in the picture.

These instructions were also thoughtfully marked with subtitles, but the person who spoke was very fast, and these subtitles also ran very fast, so it was not very clear.

It was a bit eye-straining.

After these instructions, the turret of the tank on the left rotated and aimed the gun barrel at the round-headed tank in the distance. Then, with a bang, an armor-piercing high-explosive bomb flew out and hit the round-headed tank on the left in the distance.

A ball of fire flashed on the head of this tank, followed by black smoke.

When the smoke cleared, the camera zoomed in. With the camera's capture, it was clear that there was a hole on the round-headed tank.

The camera continued to zoom in, but the direction was switched.

Another camera poked in from the top of the tank, took a picture of the inside of the tank, and then withdrew.

Then there was a new command, and the camera retreated.

When the camera retreated to a safe place, the tank on the right slowly turned its gun and aimed the muzzle at another tank.

Boom!

A deafening sound rang out, and almost everyone subconsciously stared at the tank, because the sudden sound was completely different from the sound of the tank firing just now.

This sound was more violent and fierce.

Under the camera, the tank in the distance was originally parked there, but suddenly, the tank seemed to be hit by something and suddenly paused.

The next second, a hot pot suddenly appeared on the tank, and the entire turret rose into the air. After rotating two and a half circles in the air, the barrel of the gun was inserted straight into the soil, giving people a feeling of selling one's head.

Before the audience could wake up from the shock, the tank that had just fired continued to spit out flames crazily, and the shells that were ejected hit the head of the tank in the distance one after another, directly hitting the already scrapped tank with holes and turning it into scrap metal.

At this time, a sigh came clearly from the broadcast screen, and then the camera moved to the two 155mm m777 light howitzers next to it.

This thing comes from the BAE company in England. A large amount of titanium alloy and aluminum alloy are used in the manufacturing. The application of these light materials allows the full weight of this artillery to be reduced to 4 tons. It is precisely because of this weight that this artillery stands out in the bidding and is favored by American soldiers.

Especially the poor army, because the European army likes the tradition of rebellion, and they can't make money outside like the navy and air force, so they can only pick up whatever is cheap.

The camera circled around the two artillery pieces and finally stopped behind the artillery, where the ammunition was stored.

It was also because of this action that two kinds of shells appeared in the picture, the shells on the left were painted green, and the shells on the right were painted black.

Four soldiers came to the shell box in groups of two, two took away the green shells, and two took away the black shells.

The green shells were loaded into the artillery on the left, and the black shells were loaded into the artillery on the right.

After the rapid ringing of the bell, the artillery on the left fired first, and the manic sound came from the mouth of the artillery, followed by a sharp whistle.

The camera lifted up, then slowly slid down, looking into the distance.

The next second, the rocks in the distance suddenly exploded. At the explosion point, the rocks flew across, the sand and dust splashed, and the fine dust rose into the air, forming a small mushroom.

It was terrifying and lethal, but the camera did not stay on this little mushroom, but turned back to look at the cannon loaded with black shells next to it.

Behind the cannon, the gunner nodded, then pulled the hemp rope in his hand hard, and the other end of the hemp rope was holding the firing device of the cannon.

With a bang, the cannon retreated half a meter, and at this time, a sharper whistle came from the sky, which was the sound of the cannonball passing through the air.

This cannonball did not make people wait for long, and it hit the cliff in the distance in just two or three seconds.

The cannonball hit the red sandstone, and in an instant, a horizontal mushroom cloud was directly blown out on the stone wall formed by the red sandstone.

Compared with this mushroom, the little mushroom just now is simply a small witch meeting a big witch.

Just when the explosion in the distance reached the camera, the sandstone bombarded by the cannon began to fall apart like a camel with the last straw.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of rocks rolled down from the cliff, and there was a clattering sound, which made people who heard it tremble.

However, the camera did not make people tremble, but circled around the artillery and turned to the next target.

HIMARS rocket launcher.

Similarly, there were still two vehicles, one on the left and one on the right, the left one was painted green and the right one was painted black.

Another bell rang, and the two rocket launcher transport vehicles slowly raised the rocket launchers on their backs and fired at the same time.

In the rapid sound of firing one after another, the rocket launchers on the two vehicles crashed into the cliff in front like a rainstorm.

This time, the simultaneous firing on both sides gave people a more intuitive and terrifying feeling.

If the rocket launcher on the left still had a glimmer of hope, the rocket launcher on the right would leave no chance of survival.

One mushroom cloud after another rose, and each mushroom cloud was nearly twice as large as the one on the left.

And the bright flash was even more blinding.

Amid the sound of rocket artillery explosions, the screen switched to an outdoor open-air exhibition stand that was somewhat crude.

On the exhibition stand, an American officer who looked to be in his 50s stood next to a podium with a microphone and said loudly:

"This is the power of our mass-produced 4th-generation explosives. With this 4th-generation explosive, our existing weapons and equipment can directly double their firepower without modification."

"With these equipment, our soldiers can better, more efficiently and safely protect our democracy and freedom and everyone's safety."

"And all this is thanks to our genius scientist, Mr. Greb Roosevelt."

With this shout, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s, with sunken eyes, messy hair, and glasses clipped on his hair, walked out from the side.

Facing the camera of the reporter, he seemed a little stage frightened, but he still mustered up the courage, stood next to the podium, took the microphone, and said stutteringly:

"Here, I must first thank our country. It is the will of our country for freedom and democracy that has been guiding me in scientific research. It is also because of this that I can accidentally discover the secret of CL20 mass production."

"Of course, I am more grateful to our dear army. When I told them this news, they did not sneer at me. They did not say that I was whimsical, but told me that young people, you are the most amazing if you have dreams. Go and do it."

"They gave me funding and a research site. After several months of unremitting efforts, I handed them an answer sheet, and they also gave me wealth in return."

"Thank you, America!"

After this loud shout, America's on-site director switched the screen again to the helicopter.

Amid the whistling wind, the helicopter pilot pressed the fire button and poured firepower madly at the target on the ground.

The same two helicopters were compared. The helicopter on the left was a little worse, while the helicopter on the right directly turned the building on the ground into ruins.

Then the equipment under the camera turned into a mortar...

Rheinsteel sat in front of the TV for several hours and watched all the equipment demonstrations. Lin Yu turned around and looked at Lu Huaxi and asked:

"Director Lu, how do you feel?"

On the chair, Lu Huaxi closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair, seeming to be thinking.

Hearing Lin Yu's question, he sighed, then opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and said to himself:

"My mood is very complicated now, and I don't know what words to use to describe this feeling."

"You are at your wit's end!" Qian Jianguo suddenly interrupted and then looked at Lin Yu.

"After receiving the news from the Americans, the General Staff conducted a discussion. They concluded that the Americans were going to release new equipment, and the CL20 you gave them only accounted for a small part of it."

"But I didn't expect that the theme of this press conference, which was held at a very delicate time node, was actually CL20."

"Now when I think of the General Staff's discussion, I feel like I've hit cotton with a punch."

"You know, what they showed before were all manned spaceflight, satellites and spacecraft, these high-tech things."

After Qian Guoheng finished speaking, Lu Huaxi nodded, indicating that this was what he thought in his mind, and then looked at Lin Yu and asked, "Do you know? I want to laugh now."

"Really, since the founding of the country, we have been catching up, and several generations have been chasing, always chasing after the person in the front."

"But now, we suddenly find that there is a gap between us and the person ranked first, but it is not as big as he shows."

"Do you know this feeling?"

"It's like..."

"It's like waiting for the clouds to clear and see the moon?" Lin Yu asked back in a low voice.

Lu Huaxi kept repeating his words. When he repeated them for the third time, Lu Huaxi clapped his hands and laughed:

"Yes, it means to wait until the clouds clear and the moon appears!"

"The dark clouds that were originally pressing on our heads dispersed, revealing a small gap. Through that gap, we saw the full moon, which was so beautiful, so beautiful!"

"That's it!"

"Haha!"

Lu Huaxi kept clapping his hands and laughed loudly like a child.

Seeing his laughter, Qian Guoheng looked at him with contempt. He took a sip of the tea on the table and forced himself to be alert. Then he asked Lin Yu:

"What's the situation in Lebanon?"