Lin Ruoyu's secret weapon was a rocket.
A large-caliber rocket that needed an auxiliary support frame before it could be mounted on the wreckage of a Shield Wagon-the kind with terrifying power.
The unnamed rocket measured half a meter long, excluding the rod at the back, and ten centimeters in diameter. Packed with brown powder and a flammable, explosive liquid, it had a range of anywhere from one hundred to five hundred meters... As for why the margin was so wide, there was no helping it. This thing was basically an oversized bottle rocket.
It was an experimental weapon produced by the Explosion Is Art weapons workshop. Only thirty-six had been made so far, and none had seen actual combat. Even Lin Ruoyu had no idea how powerful or lethal they really were.
According to the player who had designed the rocket, his inspiration had come from the real-world 107 Rocket, which boasted a distinguished history.
The only thing he could guarantee was that it wouldn't explode on the launch rack.
"Quick, quick, quick! The enemy's almost here! Get the rockets mounted!"
"We're already calibrating the launch angles! Stop rushing us!"
Home Alone and his people were frantically setting up the rockets. He and his friends were all university students in real life, fresh into their first year. Their skills from the college entrance exams hadn't deteriorated much yet, and their outstanding mathematical abilities made them practically human computers.
And so they had been honored with temporary combat engineer posts.
Dust billowed across the plain three hundred meters away. The Minisians advancing at a brisk pace had clearly noticed something unusual on this side.
They had no idea what those cylindrical objects with conical tips mounted on Shield Wagons or sandbags were, but given the current battle, they clearly weren't