Chapter 132 Electronic Interference? Sorry, this is a purely physical attack!

Middle East, a Gobi desert codenamed Sea of Death.

This place was once the burial ground for the iron fist Armored Brigade. Now, in order to wash away their shame, the Israel Defense Forces have dispatched the newly rebuilt iron fist Armored Brigade to advance once again onto this land filled with bloody memories.

Unlike their arrogance last time, this time, the atmosphere of the entire camp was suffocatingly oppressive.

All tanks and armored vehicles were draped with heavy blast nets, and several massive, radar-antenna-like specialized electronic jamming vehicles were operating twenty-four hours a day, turning the airspace within a ten-kilometer radius into an electromagnetic no-fly zone.

Colonel Levi stood inside the command vehicle, staring neurotically at the anti-air radar screen. His predecessor, Colonel David, had died right here, killed beneath that sky-covering black swarm.

"Report, Colonel, full-spectrum blocking interference is normal! Any flying object with a chip, as long as it enters within a ten-kilometer range, its circuit board will be fried instantly!"

The electronic warfare officer reported, his tone filled with the pleasure of revenge, "This time, even if those rats release those damn drones again, they will fall down like rain!"

Colonel Levi nodded, breathing a small sigh of relief.

"Very good. That group of terrorists who only know how to launch sneak attacks are useless, apart from relying on those bizarre high-tech toys from the Dongguo people."

He said through gritted teeth, "As long as we disable their drones, they are just a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Pass the order down: stay vigilant and prepare to advance!"

However.

What they never dreamed of was that this time, what Hassan had prepared for them was not some high-tech equipment.

It was extreme low-tech.

…

Behind a sand dune five kilometers away.

Hassan looked at the electromagnetic interference waves above the distant Israel positions—invisible to the naked eye but terrifyingly strong on the spectrum analyzer—and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Electronic jamming? Full-spectrum blocking?"

Hassan patted the cold, orange-red painted gas canisters beside him and muttered to himself:

"Mr. Li taught us that the most high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. Similarly, the most effective killing weapons often only require the simplest laws of physics."

"There isn't even a single transistor inside this thing; let's see how you jam that!"

He turned around abruptly, looking at the hundreds of jia an no. 1 rocket launchers set up on sandbags behind him, with wires connected to their rears, pointing toward the sky.

"Brothers! The Israel people think we only have drones!"

"Today, we will use the kitchen truth bestowed upon us by Mr. Li to tell them! What is called heavy firepower coverage!"

"Ignite!"

At Hassan's command.

"Sizzle—Boom!!!"

There was no chip self-test, no complex fire control locking.

There was only the most primitive, most violent release of chemical energy.

Hundreds of flames, accelerated by "de Laval nozzles," instantly tore through the air.

"Woooo—!!!"

That strange, ghostly howling sound once again resounded across the Gobi.

Hundreds of gas canisters, trailing thick white smoke, relied on their 1.5-meter-long steel pipe tail fins to maintain a not-so-stable posture as they dove headlong into the "electromagnetic no-fly zone" that the Israel people were so proud of.

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Inside the Israel command vehicle.

"Alarm! Detected a large number of high-speed flying objects!" the radar operator shouted in terror.

"Are they drones? Why isn't the jamming system responding?!" Colonel Levi roared.

"No... not drones!"

The radar operator looked at the chaotic signal characteristics on the screen, his voice trembling, "No electronic signals! No remote control frequency bands! These... these are just a bunch of flying iron lumps! Jamming is ineffective! Jamming is ineffective!"

"What?!"

Colonel Levi rushed out of the command vehicle and looked up at the sky.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

gas canisters flying all over the sky, carrying the roar of death, ignored all the expensive electronic jamming equipment and, following Newton's laws, smashed down violently.

"Take cover!!! Artillery fire!!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The first gas canister smashed into an electronic jamming vehicle worth millions of dollars.

The incredibly hard hexagonal lattice inner wall gave the canister terrifying kinetic energy, directly snapping the jamming vehicle's antenna and then embedding itself deep into the roof armor.

Immediately after, the remaining sugar-nitrate fuel inside ignited upon impact.

Although they were not high-explosive shells, that viscous, high-temperature burning syrup flame, combined with the absolutely reverse-safe modification, caused these flames to instantly engulf the entire vehicle.

The next few minutes were pure destruction.

…

This was an asymmetrical slaughter.

It was not an asymmetry in technology, but an asymmetry in cost and logic.

The means the Israel people used to defend against high-tech drones were as ridiculous as using antivirus software to block a brick in the face of these primitive, crude gas canisters.

"What the hell is this?!"

A soldier looked at a blue canister that had landed by the trench and was spraying fire wildly, letting out a collapsing scream, "gas canisters? They are throwing gas canisters at us?!"

In the distance, the war correspondent named Mike was lying behind a reverse slope, clutching his camera tightly.

He felt the earth trembling, and the air was filled with a sweet, burnt smell—it was the unique scent of burning white sugar, mixed with the smell of blood, which was nauseating.

"God... they have evolved..."

Mike muttered to himself while frantically pressing the shutter, "Last time it was a high-tech swarm, this time it's... gas canisters of violent aesthetics?"

His lens captured a shocking image.

An unexploded gas canister was stuck diagonally in the sand, its bright orange-red paint glaring under the sun.

And on the side of the canister, that cute cartoon bear logo, along with that row of familiar Chinese characters, was clearly visible.

【Li Family Toy Factory — jia an no. 1】

Mike's finger trembled.

It was it again.

That nightmarish toy factory.

He swallowed hard and quickly transmitted this photo back to headquarters via the satellite network.

He knew that tomorrow morning's global headlines would be dominated by this "toy factory" from the Eastern Country again.