Mo Yi patted the armor on his body, turned, and roared at the formation, "brothers! How does it feel?"
"Awesome!"
"Again! Again!"
"Rocket launchers! Where are the rocket launchers?!"
Zhao Weiguo turned to the two soldiers carrying rocket launchers. "Fire."
"Whoosh—!"
A rocket streaked forward with a long trail of flame, striking the chest of a Clone in the center of the formation with precision.
"Boom—!"
Flames burst forth, and smoke filled the air.
The Clone was thrown to the ground by the tremendous impact. He rolled twice across the floor, then—he got back up.
He brushed the dirt from himself and looked down at his chest.
The breastplate was scorched black, yet its surface remained intact without a single crack.
He reached out to touch it. It was still a little hot, but the armor itself had not deformed in the slightest.
"Holy shit..." he muttered. "Even a rocket launcher can't penetrate it?"
The formation fell silent for a moment before erupting into earth-shaking cheers.
"We're invincible!"
"This armor is invincible!"
"Brothers! From now on, we can strut around sideways!"
Mo Yi turned and walked before Lin Mo, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Boss! This armor... it's too strong! Once the brothers take to the battlefield, they'll be iron men immune to blades and spears!"
Lin Mo nodded with a smile.
"Not bad. From now on, when charging into battle, you'll lead the brothers at the front and be the first to charge."
The wild joy on Mo Yi's face instantly froze, and his expression stiffened.
He clearly had not expected that Boss would turn around and drop the most dangerous vanguard position right onto his head.
Lin Mo turned to Zhao Weiguo. "Go back and tell Dean Shen that I'll keep supplying the ore without interruption. Tell him