The shock wave from the concentrated explosion of rockets in a confined space can be compounded, extremely terrifying. Even if it misses, it's enough to bring down a helicopter. Luo Zheng looked at the burning enemy aircraft on the ground with satisfaction and said, "We had good luck, hit three, the shock wave brought down one, and one got injured and ran away. It was their death wish. If they had doubled the distance, increased the space, the effect wouldn't have been this strong. Alright, three minutes to clean up the battlefield, take what can be taken, destroy or burn what can't be taken, we mustn't leave anything to the enemy."
"Three minutes? There are too many good things to possibly gather in time." Hook questioned Luo Zheng in surprise.
"Right, three minutes is the limit. The enemy missiles could attack any time. You want everyone to die here?" Luo Zheng said irritably, "There will be more good stuff in the future, but we can't lose our lives. Start acting now."
