"The little devil even locked these boxes, maybe they still contain treasures!"
The fat man didn't care, he raised the engineer's shovel, and with a bang, he aimed the shovel at the lock.
Click!
After more than thirty years, the lock was basically useless. The fat man broke the lock cleanly with a shovel.
Wow!
The fat man opened the box without hesitation.
The green lunch boxes are neatly placed.
His face is full of disappointment. Is this rubbish worth locking up?
Beside him, Ji Yi had already opened the second box.
Opening up the linen wrappings inside, a bunch of rubber-like things were revealed.
However, when Lao Hu and Fatty saw these things, their eyes widened!
Gas mask!
The mask consists of a mask, an air tube and a canister. The mask can be directly connected to the canister or cartridge!
Personal protective equipment that protects the face from toxic and harmful substances such as poisons, biological warfare agents, bacterial weapons and radioactive dust!
Back then, when the little devils were playing germ warfare, they used this thing a lot!
Now that the little devil has surrendered, he is left to stay by them!
"This is a treasure!"
Ji Yi took out a gas mask and observed it carefully.
If applied to ordinary people, this thing would be completely useless.
But for the three brothers who robbed the tomb, it would definitely be of great use!
Just like when they went to the tomb of the General of the Kingdom of Jin, they first had to let the mountain breeze blow away the poisonous gas in the ancient tomb before they dared to enter.
And even if you go in, you must wear a mask, just in case.
But with this gas mask, you are not afraid of any poisonous gas or corpse gas!
This thing is simply a cheating device for tomb robbers.
"Put it on!"
Ji Yi waved to the fat man and said with a smile.
"Okay!"
The fat man quickly took off the bag from his back, and he and Lao Hu stuffed the gas masks inside one after another.
Ji Yi's eyes fell on another wooden box and he walked over in a few steps.
With a crash, the wooden box was opened and the linen wrapping was lifted off.
A handful of dark gun barrels appeared in front of him in a neat row.
The barrels of these guns are still oily and are very well preserved. Even after thirty years, they are still intact!
"Yingzi, Yingzi, help Fat Brother hold it."
When the fat man saw the barrels of the guns, he was very excited. He quickly called Yingzi to help hold the bag and walked quickly to Lin Yi.
Kaka!
Without saying a word, the fat man picked up a gun, pulled the trigger with a clatter, took an excited aim, and couldn't put it down.
"Lao Hu, Yingzi, you are ready, come here quickly! Hahaha, 38 big cover!"
"This gun is still usable. It is a new gun that has not been opened. The mechanical parts are all oiled and have not been loaded with bullets."
The so-called Sanba Gai is actually the kind of long gun with a bayonet that is often seen in movies and TV series.
Commonly used weapons during war, people who are familiar with firearms, such as Lao Hu, Fatty, and Yingzi, all know this kind of gun.
Lao Hu picked up one, raised it to take aim, and then threw it back, "This kind of broken gun only has a capacity of five rounds. It is a non-automatic rotating bolt. The loading is too slow and the recoil is very strong. I use it."
Not used to it."
Yingzi also picked up a handful of 38 caps, took a look at them, and tried the feel.
Compared with my broken shotgun, the Sanba cap is so useful!
"This gun is so easy to use and so powerful. My uncle used to use a gun like this when he first joined the Northeastern Allied Forces. Brother Hu, why don't you like using it?"
The fat man had long been used to this kind of old Hu, and said, "Don't pay attention to him. He just got used to playing with semi-automatic gadgets in the army, and he developed a bad habit. This kind of old-fashioned gun is looked down upon by people. I can tell you Yingzi, only
This kind of gun is very accurate and has a long range. Yingzi, I am not bragging to you. You fat brother and I can run through the poplar at a hundred steps, and it is just like playing with riding a horse and lighting up the lantern."
Listening to the fat man talking non-stop, Ji Yi was speechless.
"Fat man, if you don't brag when you get the chance, my surname will not be Lin. Come here, come here, see what this is."
Ji Yi waved to the fat man, and then took out a gun from the box in front of him.
This gun is very special.
The long magazine is obviously a submachine gun.
But the magazine of ordinary submachine guns is inserted at the bottom, but the magazine of this submachine gun is inserted on the left side, still in an arc shape.
Very rare on the market!
Yingzi looked at the submachine gun curiously and asked, "Brother Lin, what kind of gun is this? Is it crooked?"
Hearing this, Lin Yi burst into laughter and explained, "Yingzi, the crooked gun is a light machine gun, and this is a submachine gun. It's not the same type at all."
Crooked handle, the scientific name is Taisho Type 11 light machine gun.
In fact, it is the kind of machine gun in movies and TV shows where one or two people are in a group, with a bracket at the muzzle, a kid lying on the ground and shooting, and a kid stuffing bullets next to it.
Different from the Type 92 heavy machine gun, this light machine gun can be picked up by one person and used as a submachine gun, and its lethality is not small.
"Look, look."
Lao Hu raised his eyebrows when he saw the submachine gun.
I was scolded by the fat man just now, and now I finally found a reason to refute.
"Fat man, the reason why I don't want to use the 38-gai is because the 38-gai is not suitable for close combat. A hundred-style submachine gun like this is the gun we should use!"
Lin Yi picked up a 100-type submachine gun, threw it to the fat man, and said with a smile, "Because the production volume is very small, it is not common. It was prepared in the later stages of the war to deal with the Russian army. This gun is better than your 38-gun."
If you use it too much, even if there is a basic malfunction, it will at most jam and not misfire, and your broken gun will be thrown away."
The fat man was fascinated by what he heard. He had long wanted to use it to make gestures, so he decisively threw the 38 cover aside and held a hundred-type submachine gun, his confidence exploded.
"Okay, Lao Lin, we have it this time, what kind of red-haired monster, what kind of beast that eats ponies, hehe, come and kill one, come and kill a pair! Don't worry about anything, monsters and ghosts, come to the fat man, and you will be fine
Call it a comeback!"
Lin Yi picked up another 100-type submachine gun, handed it to Yingzi, and said with a smile, "Yingzi, take one too!"
Yingzi's delicate face was a little excited. She held the gun with great care and even wiped it with her sleeve.
Lao Hu looked at the Bai-style submachine gun, grinned and said, "Yingzi, are you not afraid this time?"
"Don't be afraid anymore!" Yingzi said.
"How about it? Let's go explore other places now and see if there are any treasures?"
With a submachine gun in his hand, a magazine in his waist, and bullets in his bag, the fat man was very confident.
"What's this? Look there again."
Ji Yi pointed to a small box in the corner and said, "Go and move that box over."
"What is it? It's so mysterious."
The fat man slung the Bai-type submachine gun around his neck and walked towards the small box.
"Fuck!"
When he saw the contents of the box, the fat man was shocked.
"Oh my god, Lao Hu, Lao Hu, come here and take a look! What is this! Hahaha."
Lao Hu was called over, took a look, and raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, it turned out to be a melon grenade!"
Melon grenade, as the name suggests, is a grenade shaped like a melon!
This kind of grenade is not as crude as the wooden handle grenade used by our military, but a standard fragmentation grenade, which is extremely lethal!
In Pan Zi's movie, there is a detailed description of the melon grenade.
After pulling the rope attached to the safety plug to pull out the plug, you have to take a bite before it explodes.
"Old Lin, you've found even my melon grenades! Hey, why is there still one missing?"
As the fat man was talking, he suddenly saw a grenade missing from the neatly arranged boxes.
Lin Yi patted his pockets, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
"My hands are fast enough."
The fat man didn't care so much, he picked up the grenade neatly and stuffed it into his pocket.
Not to be outdone, Lao Hu kicked some grenades, carried a hundred-type submachine gun on his back, and put a few bags of bullets into his pocket.
Then he squatted on the ground, humming a little tune, and pressed bullets into the magazine one by one.
"It's going to be a big hit this time."
"No. It's been years since I touched a gun, and my hands are extremely itchy."
Lin Yi is naturally not left behind either.
It would be uncomfortable to have the skill of sharpshooter but never fire a gun!
This time, as Lao Hu and Lao Hu said, it’s a fucking hit!
He loaded the magazine in an orderly manner, and suddenly his shoulder was tapped by Yingzi.
Yingzi shouted in a panic, "Brother Lin, you... behind you..."