Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen took out a terminal, strapped it to his forearm, and adjusted the elastic band.

This thing doesn't affect his arm much. He raised his arm, moved his wrist, and rotated his arm. It didn't get in the way much; it was about the same as wearing a large wrist brace.

He pressed the power button, and the screen lit up. In less than two seconds, he entered the menu page.

The interface is covered with icons and text, but the layout is very clear.

It features real-time sharing of digital maps, target coordinate markings, fire call interfaces, and modes for receiving text and coordinate commands. It also includes a communication module and functions such as vital signs monitoring, squad member status viewing, and casualty location tracking.

Yang Rui moved closer to the terminal and pointed to the main functions on the screen, introducing them one by one.

Rosen listened and nodded.

He put on his watch and fastened the strap. The watch face was a bit large, making it look like a small shield on his wrist.

After finishing his introduction, Rosen picked up his helmet and began setting up the communication frequency to connect to the dragon.

Yang Rui looked at Rosen and his companions' strange helmets and became more and more curious.

Those helmets were a size larger than normal military helmets, and their shapes were also different.

There was a large, foldable visor on the front of the helmet. The visor was dark, making it impossible to see what was behind it. It reflected the light from the harbor, like sunglasses.

"Don't these helmets... impede your vision and movement?" Yang Rui couldn't help but ask. He had been a special forces soldier for so many years and had seen at least dozens of types of helmets, from domestic to American to Russian, from steel helmets to aramid helmets, but this kind of design was truly the first time he had ever seen one.

Rosen took Leng Feng's helmet and tossed it to Yang Rui. "You'll see when you try it."

Rosen pointed to several raised dots on the bottom edge of the helmet. The dots were arranged like Braille and had a distinct raised texture. "These are buttons for setting different modes. Just press them."

Yang Rui took the helmet and leaned closer to examine it. A pungent, sweaty odor wafted out.

But he still managed to suppress his nausea, took off his standard helmet, and put on Leng Feng's "stink bomb."

The helmet's internal padding clung to his cheeks and the top of his head; it was soft and comfortable, though a little stuffy, as if someone was cradling his head in their hands. The only downside was the unpleasant smell.

When I put the glasses down, the world in front of me was shrouded in a light gray, as if a filter had been added, and even the sunlight wasn't so glaring.

On the side of the lens, there are several lines of very small text.

Only the "Daytime Mode" option is lit up; the other options are dark.

Yang Rui reached out and touched the small dots on the bottom edge of the helmet; the texture was quite nice.

He pressed it twice, and suddenly, the lens changed with a "whoosh".

It was as if someone had turned on a powerful light in front of him. The light shining through the lenses instantly turned into pure white spots, so white that it was like looking directly at the sun. Through the lenses, he could not see any outlines at all, only a vast expanse of white light.

"Holy crap!" Yang Rui was startled and frantically tried to lift his helmet. After taking it off, he saw black spots in his eyes for a few seconds.

He rubbed his eyes hard and blinked. After several seconds, his vision slowly returned, the world became clear again, and the colors returned.

Yang Rui said angrily, "What the hell is that? It felt like someone threw a flashbang in my eye! I almost thought I went blind!"

Rosen grinned mischievously. "Oh, did you press a couple of buttons and turn on your night vision goggles?"

Hearing Rosen's words, he was speechless. He hadn't noticed and pressed the button twice. It's no wonder he was blinded while using night vision goggles during the day.

"How many modes does this helmet have?" Yang Rui examined the sweat-smelling helmet from all angles, but couldn't figure it out.

"For now, there are two modes: thermal imaging and night vision."

Pressing it once activates the thermal imaging function, which works during the day, but the effect is very poor. Pressing it twice switches to night vision mode. Using night vision during the day is like throwing a flashbang into your eyes; using this mode for extended periods during the day can also damage the core imaging components.

After listening, Yang Rui took off his helmet and handed it back to Leng Feng. "Yours is pretty high-end. It's just a bit smelly. Do you guys never wash it?"

Leng Feng took the helmet, sniffed it, and asked innocently, "What's that smell?"

Yang Rui and Luo Sen glanced at him at the same time, wondering if his nose was broken.

"Wow, that's pretty high-tech! Where did you buy it?"

"Hehe, homemade." Rosen distributed the other terminals to Zhou Weijie and the others. These things are pretty good, it would be good to have more of them, it's a pity he doesn't have his own satellite to connect and generate a global data link.

Yang Rui looked at him strangely, clearly not believing him. A scrap collector making his own military-grade night vision helmet? Why don't you just say you're an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences? What would a scrap collector like you need night vision goggles for? To rummage through trash cans at night?

But he didn't ask any more questions. Everyone has their own secrets. Having served in the army for so many years, he knew the rules best.

Yang Rui pointed to the pile of boxes that hadn't been fully loaded next to them. "Alright, we can't fit all that ammunition and equipment in our truck. Can you fit anything else in your truck? Isn't there space in the back of the pickup?"

"Sure, there's plenty of space in the pickup truck bed. You can put all your equipment in there."

"What about that Jeep? Can it still carry anything?" Yang Rui looked at the BJ40 not far away. After the vehicle was enlarged, the trunk was quite exaggerated. The length of the vehicle reached 5.15 meters, which was much longer than that of a regular SUV.

"It's completely filled with drones, bombs, and shells."

Yang Rui was immediately surprised, his eyebrows raised high, and his lips twitched. "Bombs and shells? What kind of stuff did you bring?"

Rosen grinned and showed him the things in his car.

Yang Rui was completely stunned after hearing this.

He was certain that Rosen and his group weren't doing any legitimate business in Africa. You need mortars and anti-aircraft guns to collect scrap? Those things are almost as powerful as the equipment they're carrying.

"Alright," Yang Rui took a deep breath, swallowed his complaint, and clapped his hands. "I'll put some equipment in the pickup truck, and I'll send someone to accompany it. Is that alright?"

"No problem, I'll just sit in the back of the truck, nothing will get lost."

It's definitely not going to get lost. He'll just secretly put it in his capsule space and use it for free. The navy has such a large budget, and the things they use are all pretty good; it's just a matter of seeing what he can get for free.

A short while later, several soldiers came over carrying boxes.

With the help of Rosen and Yang Rui, they struggled to put the items into the pickup truck bed, using stools as stepping stones.

Yang Rui stood in the truck bed, peered at the height of the tires, then looked at the ground, and said speechlessly, "This truck is too high. It's a bit of a struggle for me to get in."