certainly!
Qu Shaochen was naturally not among these people enjoying themselves.
He received the video of the homemade rockets and arranged for people to prepare them early in the morning.
He has no shortage of warheads, and he has plenty of mercury fulminate.
Compared to General Ni Lai, General Yan's defense circle is wider, and suicide drones can only wreak havoc on the periphery.
The enemy's self-propelled artillery is not a vegetarian.
General Yan has a lot of armed helicopters.
The cannon's range is also quite long.
More importantly, no one knows what other black technologies General Yan has.
No one would be stupid enough to show their cards.
In the video, Zeng Qi demonstrated how to make homemade rockets.
The difficulty lies in the propellant, which is made as follows:
Grind the granulated sugar into powdered sugar using a blender.
Potassium nitrate and fertilizer mix.
Prepare a natural gas pipe, pour the mixed potassium nitrate into it, and compact it with a tool.
Then pour in powdered sugar little by little to compress the internal space as much as possible.
Then use a drill to drill a gap in the seal.
Just insert a fuse and it will ignite.
Another note: When potassium nitrate + fertilizer is fully burned with white sugar, an oxidation-reduction reaction will occur to form nitrosugar fuel.
"Quick! Refine it in large quantities for me according to this method."
Qu Shaochen was very excited at this time.
A Hellfire missile costs 70,000 Union coins. It is accurate and can attack tanks.
Homemade rockets are much cheaper, only three thousand Chinese yuan each.
A little modification can increase the range, and if it's not accurate enough, quantity can make up for it!
If the warhead is replaced with fist-sized mercury fulminate, it will be a hellish bombing.
"The battle with General Yan will be a tug-of-war!"
Qu Shaochen waved his fist; he had anticipated it.
"I'm going to buy a lot of anti-aircraft weapons!"
Shoulder-fired air defense missiles can ambush attack helicopters.
Qu Shaochen, who was assassinated, has already suffered psychological trauma.
He wants to take precautions!
…
United Empire, Prison No. 79.
Twenty days passed in a flash.
In Zeng Mishan’s luxurious prison, a black bodyguard was playing Red Dead Redemption with a cigarette in his mouth.
The real person was tossing and turning in bed.
Lao Zeng has been having nightmares these days. In his dreams, his beloved son does whatever it takes to find him.
He heard the cursing voices of many wronged souls.
"This is not good. Let Alia find a fortune teller tomorrow. My eyelids have been twitching a lot lately." Zeng Mishan said to himself.
The twenty days or so in prison were the most boring twenty days Zeng Mishan had ever experienced.
It was also a period of about twenty days with a lot of worries.
Since he got his hands on methamphetamine, his treatment has improved, but his status remains the same.
Yes, he hasn't been to the prison cafeteria for more than 20 days.
He works day and night.
The jailers served him his meals.
Commons allowed him to return to the life of a corporate slave.
He is now a drug-making machine.
This story started half a month ago, when a boss named Zhou came to the prison.
At Commons's instruction, Boss Zhou paid a two-day visit to his refinery.
Zeng Mishan was originally thinking that Boss Zhou was Chinese, but he was surprised to find that he was a typical European and American, very handsome, but his behavior was evil.
“Okay, okay, okay!”
Looking at the large quantities of high-purity finished products, Boss Zhou praised them three times.
His eyes were fixed on him greedily, as if he wanted to possess him.
Oh my god! This guy is so rude, his eyes are poisonous, I feel like he wants to take advantage of me!
In fact, Zeng Mishan guessed it right!
After verifying the drug refining methods, Boss Zhou and Commons hit it off and the two sides secretly finalized several cooperation projects.
Boss Zhou provided a large amount of raw materials on the spot.
It’s like a primary school student on winter vacation who suddenly has two more books of winter vacation homework.
My mentality exploded!
Zeng Mishan is an explosive student.
He had to do his winter vacation homework.
"Oh my god... you old thief, Zeng has been controlling time all along, just to be the sixth, but in the end you are the sixth!"
With a twitch of his mouth, Zeng Mishan accepted the winter vacation homework with great complaints.
For more than 20 days, Pete and Zeng Mishan have been working overtime.
Pete couldn't take it anymore yesterday and sued his uncle for being too bullying and not getting enough rest. He wanted to go on strike!
Nothing works anymore!
Even begging me won’t do it!
Looking at his nephew who was about to run away after throwing his hat away, Commons could only smile.
He also handed the sports car keys that he had prepared long ago to his nephew.
In the past, he was determined not to buy a sports car for his nephew, and spent a lot of money to support his nephew's success.
In just twenty days, Commons' attitude changed 180 degrees.
My nephew can make a lot of money for me every day, so a sports car is nothing.
Buy! Must buy!
Although my uncle's love is not much, it is still there to some extent.
Pete happily accepted the key and felt relieved.
"Uncle, if you could lend me Arya to play with, I could still hold on for another ten days!"
Pete regretted what he said as he found that his uncle started to unbuckle his belt and asked his men to take off his pants.
The fear buried deep in memory resurfaces.
"Uncle! I was just kidding. It's okay for me to play with the female prisoner. Gossipy women are great."
Pete was disappointed. There was indeed not much love and care from his uncle.
Pah pah pah…
Pitt's butt successfully got five red marks.
"Ouch! It hurts so much."
Pete, who broke free from the jailer, was furious and took the car keys in tears, making up his mind that he would not come back anytime soon.
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