Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

After two hours of installation and debugging, the conditions for launch were finally met.

The F16 roared, glided for a while, and then took off. Three hundred meters from the dock, a scrapped armored vehicle was placed as the target for this bombing.

This location ensures that the crowd at the dock will not be affected, while allowing the cameras to clearly record the power of the missile explosion.

The fighter plane circled in the sky for several times and adjusted the launch angle. Finally, the pilot pressed the launch button. The missile, with flames spurting from the tail, flew towards the armored vehicle. The moment the missile hit the armored vehicle, there was a bang.

James frowned. Shouldn't there have been a bang? Why a bang? Then the crowd watched as the missile, driven by the immense force of the impact, slammed into the armor, shattering into pieces. The cow dung inside struck the armored vehicle's hull and bounced back, leaving the air filled with the slimy mess of cow dung.

James smelled the stench of cow dung and felt sick. He thought, "Could it be that the formula has changed, and now uses cow dung to kill the enemy?"

He immediately ordered technicians to dismantle the remaining missiles to see what was going on inside. Why was there cow dung and high explosives inside?

The results speak for themselves. After an hour of intense disassembly by technicians, a thick, sticky mess of cow dung oozed out of the dozen or so Maverick missiles. Reporters were in an uproar. The US was bluffing, using cow dung as high explosives to deceive the people of Dawan. This was a disgrace. Once we, the journalists, reported on this, the whole world knew that US weapons were simply not worth buying. It was a rip-off.

Old Man Wei gave Mo'er a thumbs up and said, "Xiu! You are so mean! This move will definitely make them lose face!

The officials from Dawan were all gloomier than the others. They thought we were idiots and were trying to trick us with some cow dung.

The most senior official approached James and said, "Sir James, we absolutely do not want missiles like this. Please return the way you came!"

James was also very angry. Such missiles really couldn't be sold to others. If they were sold, it would be the United States that would be embarrassed.

He asked the technicians to assemble the missiles, and then had the soldiers carry them onto the ship with great enthusiasm.

Old Man Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Girl, change it back to him. This James won't be able to report back!"

Mo'er moved his mind, and all the cow dung in the thirty-nine missiles was collected back into the space and replaced with the high explosives he had just made!

After doing all this, the two looked at each other, quietly withdrew from the crowd, came to the place where the speedboat landed, and drove the speedboat to the high seas.

The two did not go to the South China Sea Fleet, but flew their fighter planes directly to Beijing. When they were about to reach a military camp in Shandong Province, the fighter plane entered the space, and soon, it was replaced by a biplane CH_46A transport helicopter.

The cabin was filled with rice, flour, pork and beef. Moer controlled the helicopter and landed it on the helipad of a camp.

The brigade commander immediately trotted over and saw Mo'er and Lao Wei, revealing a long-lost smile. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the brigade commander ordered the soldiers to quickly unload the food and had the canteen quickly prepare dinner for the two.

After finishing their dinner, they chatted with the brigade commander for a while before flying north in their helicopter...