Lin Ruoyu held up his telescope and surveyed the chaos on the battlefield ahead. Only after watching for a long time did he slowly lower it and turn to look at the wagon camp behind him, and the twenty-four rocket launchers set up on the open ground.
A little farther away, the cavalry and infantry of the Count's Army were also ready to strike.
After inspecting everything, Lin Ruoyu broke into a brilliant smile, like a grown boy who had finally gotten his favorite toy. Childish excitement sparkled in his eyes, and he rubbed his hands together, seemingly unable to wait to test the power of these big rockets.
Unlike the first-generation rockets, whose power, accuracy, and range had been unpredictable, these second-generation rockets had undergone repeated improvements and refinements in materials, design, and manufacturing techniques at the hands of numerous master-craftsman-level players.
Their casings used a tougher aluminum alloy, while the propellant formula inside had been carefully calibrated. It not only burned more steadily but also released greater thrust in a short time.
A precise, handcrafted mechanical guidance system had been ingeniously built into each one, allowing the rockets to strike their targets accurately, as though they had eyes.
Moreover, countless tests and adjustments had significantly improved their range, enough to cover every corner of a two-kilometer battlefield. If accuracy was no concern and only range mattered, firing at somewhere three kilometers away was worth a try.
"Brothers, are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"Then let's set off some fireworks! Some big damn fireworks! Hahaha!"
At Lin Ruoyu's command, the player officers serving as gun captains shouted themselves hoarse, and the tarpaulins were swiftly pulled off twenty-four rocket launch racks tilted at forty-five degrees.
The twenty-four launch racks unfolded inside the wagon camp, like a pack of steel hedgehogs raising their