"Remember, you have to keep yourself at a safe distance when firing, the cost of training a gunner is much higher than a rocket, and in case of an emergency, you can also throw away the launcher, and most importantly, people!"

Although the RP3 rocket launch seems to have no technical content, it is nothing more than turning on the power and igniting the launch, but such a simple and crude way still has a certain danger, so during the training, Shepard repeatedly emphasized this point to the continuous efforts of those skilled shooters, and the black uncles also listened to it a little, so like the first day of practice, because the rocket could not be launched, Uncle Black took a lighter and wanted to get up to the point.

These RP3 rockets provided by South Africa are all 60-pound models, which are larger and more powerful than the 25-pound models, but the range has not improved much, whether it is 25 pounds or 60 pounds, its effective range is about 1200 meters.

And in addition to the range, the accuracy of RP3 is also quite impressive, and the hit rate at a distance of three hundred meters does not even reach one percent, but after all, it is a rocket, according to a military expert on a certain island, since the hit rate of one bullet is less than one percent, then the hit rate of one hundred bullets must add up to one hundred percent!

Besides, Shepard didn't plan to use this thing for any precise assassination, it was better to set up a 106mm recoilless gun and load a high-explosive shell.

What he had to do was to fire a volley at their target a thousand meters away from the Portuguese camp or position, and then run away.

In the Middle East, in the face of the Zion Restoration Entity that occupies its own territory, the Lebanese ruthlessly hit back the latter's aircraft artillery with rockets, and those long-range rockets that flew farther and hit more accurately once became a nightmare for the Zion Restoration Entity, after all, no one wanted these rockets loaded with fragmentation warheads to fall on their heads.

And the Portuguese army is the same, they are far away from the homeland, and they can't get popular support in the colonies, their morale is not high, coupled with this continuous harassment and attack, the morale of the soldiers collapses faster, so it doesn't even matter how many kills are caused at this moment, as long as the shells fall to the ground, it is a merciless mockery and blow to the Portuguese army.

After more than a month of meticulous training with more than a dozen shooters, Zabi was equally ready for the Portuguese to destroy his homeland.

He sent guerrillas to infiltrate the main traffic routes early to reconnoitre, and after selecting the target of revenge as a small checkpoint hanging outside the city, he immediately began his own revenge plan.

First he sent his guerrillas to disguise themselves as civilians, then transported rockets and spare parts little by little, and then began to dig tunnels near the village outside the checkpoint, little by little to get closer to the checkpoint, and after more than a week of construction, the guerrillas successfully dug the tunnel to the checkpoint 1,000 meters away.

Then, the guerrillas went out day and night, each like a marmot, to expand and cover up little by little at the mouth of the tunnel, until the hole was large enough, and they began to pass through the narrow tunnel, carrying the rockets and rails little by little near the entrance.

Then everyone lay dormant in the tunnels until the sun went down and the sky was dark, and the checkpoints withdrew to the patrols outside, and the sentries in charge of the sentry began to fish and nap.

The guerrillas then jumped out of the hole and quickly began assembling the launchers.

It was a disposable shelf made of wood, which could fit twenty launch rails, but because of the quality problem, basically the shelf would be destroyed after one round of launches.

The guerrillas skillfully assembled the launch frame, adjusted the shooting angle, and then began to load the rockets one by one onto the guide rails, and finally connected the wires to the exhaust pipe at the tail of the rockets.

And after doing all this, they retreated back into the tunnel, and then the shooter in charge of the launch silently turned on the power.

Immediately, the rockets on the pylons were activated one by one, and then, under the impetus of the propellant, they flew out of the rails at a set angle and rushed into the blue sky, cutting a graceful arc in the air, and then landing at various positions at the checkpoint.

The Portuguese soldiers and servants at the checkpoint did not even know what was happening, and then explosions began to occur in the camp one after another, and the explosions were so rapid that some veterans mistakenly thought that the air force had dropped bombs on their heads.

The whole camp was in chaos, and the explosions came and went as fast as they could, but in just over a minute, the entire checkpoint was calm, and only the yards and buildings were littered with debris and craters.

The frightened Portuguese soldiers then began to confirm the losses, and then they found that the explosion seemed to be nothing more than thunder and rain, because the camp had no losses except three hapless servants who were killed by shrapnel and one Portuguese soldier was wounded in the buttocks.

But they didn't dare to go out to check, after all, who knew what was hidden in the darkness outside, but the commander quickly called for reinforcements.

The guerrillas who fired the rockets were much more neat than the Portuguese troops, calmly blasting the entrance of the tunnel, covering the way to the tunnel, and then returned to the village, and then evacuated at night, and by the next morning, when the Portuguese army sent a large group of men and horses arrived under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, the guerrillas had run to their own stronghold thirty kilometers away and fell asleep.

And the Portuguese troops who reinforced the checkpoint finally found the culprit of the explosion after a careful search, looking at the scrapped launcher and the bent and deformed guide rails, a platoon commander who led the reinforcements showed disdain.

"What, I thought the guerrillas had some new trick, rockets, to attack us with this thing? He is not afraid of flying warheads to blow himself up into the sky! ”

This platoon commander didn't think there was anything wrong with the rocket attack at all, this was that the guerrillas had no work to do, and it was better to dwell on why the checkpoint allowed the enemy to get within a thousand meters, this was a serious dereliction of duty, and if it weren't for the fact that the person in charge of the checkpoint was his brother-in-law, he would have sent the other party to a court-martial!

The platoon commander didn't know what this rocket attack meant!