A New Idea
Rain Summoning Rockets?
Eight hundred euros apiece?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?!
It wasn't just Li Feng who was stunned. Even Luan Zhengwei was taken aback!
"Y-you said what? Say that again!"
Li Feng could hardly believe his ears.
"Hey! It's just artificial rain. Ten rounds of silver iodide and you're done."
Li Bai stretched lazily, then began peeling off his robe.
The robe looked good, but it was heavy and stuffy. It could at least keep the wind off in winter.
In summer, though, wearing it was like sitting in a steamer. It was horribly uncomfortable, nowhere near as cool as a simple cotton T-shirt.
"Silver iodide..."
Luan Zhengwei gave a wry smile. So that was the truth!
Not just the Chinese people present—even across the whole peacekeeping force, probably no one had imagined that Li Bai would solve the problem this way.
If they'd known this from the start, who the hell would have gone to all that trouble with a rainmaking ritual? They could've just fired a barrage of rockets and made the heavens cry. Wouldn't that have been much easier?
How much could silver iodide rockets cost?
Prices were high here in Europe, but in China, you could get one off for at most eight hundred yuan. It was efficient, left no residue, and even came with free shipping.
The launch platform was simple, too. Weld a few steel bars into a rail, mount it on one of the most common vehicles on the African Continent—a pickup—and aim it at the sky. Biu biu biu, let loose a volley, then walk away as soon as you were done. It was dirt cheap. No electronic ignition needed; a lighter would do!
If it weren't such a hassle to ship them over,