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Chapter 357 Manned Flight Ahhhhh

Not far from the Rocket Force's position.

Zhao Gang held a price list in his hand.

"The Changjian-10A, a land-based cruise missile, costs $4 million (equivalent to 500 gold coins) after removing the warhead!"

He looked up at the representatives of various ethnic groups.

"Fast speed, low risk, arrives home in just a few hours, convenient and affordable!"

The actual cost of manufacturing this rocket in Daxia is only seven million Daxia coins, and it would be even cheaper if the warhead were removed.

Adrian blinked.

"4,500 gold coins?"

Thorin muttered to himself:

"A tank sells to us for seven and a half million dollars, but a missile only costs one and a half million?"

Warwick frowned in thought.

"If you calculate it that way, missiles are much cheaper than tanks!"

Zhao Gang nodded.

"Yes, but that's the price without the warhead."

Elder Muyu glanced at the missiles in the distance, whose warheads were being disassembled by the Great Xia soldiers.

"These are extraordinary times. The price is acceptable, but... can this thing really transport people?"

Lin Mo smiled and said:

"Don't worry, it'll just be a bit faster and bumpier, but there won't be any other problems."

Kyle pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"No problem, this price is acceptable."

Representatives from various ethnic groups nodded in agreement.

Zhao Gang put away the quotation sheet with satisfaction.

"That's fine then. Same payment terms as before, put it on the books."

He turned around, beckoned to the soldiers to bring several parachute packs, and then turned back to say:

"The parachutes will be given to you for free."

Elder Mu Yu bowed slightly.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Next, representatives from each race sent out their sixth-tier warriors.

The Holy Human race dispatched a Holy Knight clad in golden armor.

The elves sent out a tall and slender elf.

The dwarves sent out a warrior with a thick beard.

The orcs sent out a minotaur.

Four sixth-tier warriors stood in a row, their hearts pounding.

Zhao Gang crouched down and picked up a parachute pack.

"This is a parachute. Once you reach your destination, you will need to exit the missile."

"Of course, you don't need to worry about it flying too far. After the missile arrives, it will circle around your city."

"You have enough time to detach from the missile and then freefall through the air."

He paused, then added:

"Count down five in the air, pull this rope, and the parachute will open."

The four warriors nodded in unison, and the elf's voice trembled as she said:

"Understood."

The minotaur scratched his head.

"I...I...I understood."

Zhao Gang stood up and looked at Adis.

"By the way, your dragon race is too big, so we can only fly back."

Elder Muyu then smiled and said:

"No need, they are closer to our elves."

"After the messenger delivers the message, just send someone to inform the dragons."

Zhao Gang nodded, "I see."

He led the group to the missile and gave orders to the Rocket Force soldiers.

"Go and prepare some ropes for tying."

The soldier was dumbfounded: "???"

He didn't understand for a moment, and said:

"Report, what are you binding?"

Zhao Gang pointed to several sixth-tier warriors.

"them."

Soldier:"!!!"

After a moment of silence, he roared, "Yes!"

On the position, several Rocket Force soldiers were scratching their heads around a missile launcher.

A soldier held a rope, staring at the smooth bullet.

"Squad leader, this thing is too slippery, we can't tie it with the rope!"

Another soldier scratched his head.

"Should we use tape?"

The squad leader glared at him.

"Can the tape withstand the wind pressure during missile flight?"

What should you do if someone falls down?

The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, Lin Mo stepped forward.

The Rocket Force soldiers stood at attention and saluted in unison.

"Greetings, sir!"

Lin Mo waved his hand.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to attach the missile?"

The class monitor nodded.

"Reporting to the commander, the projectile is too slippery, and the rope cannot be tied."

Four sixth-tier warriors, with excellent hearing, immediately stepped forward to express their opinions.

"No need to tie me up! No need to tie me up!"

"We just need to hold onto the missile!"

"Yes, yes, we're hugging very tightly!"

Being tied up makes me feel so unsafe, like I'm going to die with a missile. If it explodes, I can't even leave.

Lin Mo looked at their frightened expressions and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It seems that the missiles from the Great Xia have caused great psychological trauma to these people.

Even those at the sixth rank were somewhat intimidated.

He turned around and looked at the class monitor.

"Alright, then let's weld a few handles onto the projectile."

"It makes it easier for them to catch; holding it isn't safe."

"If something goes wrong, it will ruin our reputation."

The squad leader saluted.

"clear!"

He turned around and gave orders to several soldiers.

"Go get the welding torch!"

The handle was welded on quickly.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, that's much safer now."

He turned around and looked at the four soldiers.

"Come on, let's go up and give it a try."

Four missile launchers were parked side by side on the position.

The four soldiers turned pale, looking at each other.

Finally, the Holy Knight gritted his teeth and was the first to step forward.

He grabbed the handle and clamped the bullet between his legs.

The golden armor reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Others stepped forward and each grabbed a missile.

Four Tier 6 warriors held the missiles, trembling with fear.

Holy Knight: "Are we going to ascend to the heavens next?"

Dwarf Warrior: "That's right, you can easily end up 'flying' into the sky."

Elves and Minos: "???"

The Rocket Force soldiers around them were also astonished by what they saw.

A soldier stared wide-eyed.

"Am I seeing things?"

Another soldier swallowed hard.

"Damn, this scene... is too surreal."

The squad leader was also quite startled.

"I've worked in the Rocket Force for ten years, and this is the first time I've seen something like this."

Kyle walked to the four warriors, and the tip of his staff shone with golden light.

"May the Holy Light protect you!"

Four golden shields appeared, enveloping the four warriors.

The Holy Knight felt the warmth of the shield, which eased his tension considerably.

"Thank you, Archbishop."

Kyle nodded.

"May the Holy Light be with you."

Lin Mo shouted:

"Hold on tight, okay?"

"Brother Zhao, let's prepare for launch."

Zhao Gang nodded and picked up the communicator.

"Missile ready, launch is complete, manned, remember to adjust missile balance as needed."

The communicator rang.

【Received, destination coordinates entered, permissions confirmed!】

"Okay, remember to track them the whole way to ensure they reach their destination safely."

[Understood, mission accomplished!]

Zhao Gang looked at the Rocket Force squad leader.

"Go launch it."

The squad leader stood at attention and saluted.

"yes!"

He turned and got into the car.

The four soldiers gripped the handle tightly, their bodies taut.

"Countdown, three, two, one—"

"emission!"

boom--!!!

Four missiles were ignited simultaneously.

The tail flames surged forth, and the shockwave swept around.

The ground shook, and billowing dust filled the air.

Four missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, shot into the sky.

The screams of the four soldiers echoed through the sky.

"Aaaaaahh ...

"God of Holy Light, bless me..."

"Goddess of Nature, please protect your people..."

"Moo—"

Lin Mo looked up, shading his eyes with his hand, and said excitedly:

"Dongfeng Express, mission accomplished!"

Have a safe trip!

Everyone looked up and watched the missile disappear into the clouds.

After a long while, he turned to look at Zhao Gang.

"How's the situation at command post?"

Zhao Gang picked up the communicator and asked, and the report immediately came in:

"Report: Four missiles have reached cruising altitude, five kilometers above the ground."

"Satellite navigation system is functioning normally; we expect to arrive at our destination in two hours."

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

"good!"

Representatives from various ethnic groups gazed at the sky, speechless for a long time, their eyes filled with awe.

Adrian murmured:

"Is this... the speed of the Great Xia Dynasty?"

Thorin: "This is crazy, but I love it!"