After walking through a few passages, his vision suddenly widened and he arrived at a huge warehouse.
" It's really big inside…" Yingzi looked at this place in surprise.
This ammunition warehouse was not small. All kinds of materials were piled up like mountains. On the ground, there were cannons and wooden boxes of standard sizes, each with different Japanese words.
"Oh my god, how evil are these Japanese people? They built such a large ammunition depot here. If word gets out, wouldn't they be breaking the heavens?”Fatty also exclaimed.
Indeed, this ammunition warehouse was probably the most important place in this underground fortress.
If the Japanese hadn't evacuated in such a hurry, this place would have been emptied long ago.
"Good heavens, Type 92 Infantry Cannon!”Hu Bayi walked forward and saw a few cannons with wheels on the ground.
"Look at this. Type 92 7.7 caliber heavy machine gun. This is a killing weapon on the battlefield!”Hu Bayi was very familiar with it. "The Japanese are up to no good. I didn't expect so many of them to be hidden here!”
When Fatty saw the machine gun, he reached out and picked it up. He said,""If I had this thing just now, I would have smashed that red-haired monster!”
Ye Yuan smiled." Fatty, stop playing. Quickly find something to break open these boxes and see what's good."”
"Alright!" Fatty was quite happy. When he thought of something good, he immediately became excited. He found an iron shovel at the side. Seeing that there was a lock on the box, he chopped it down.
It was crackling.
The surrounding dozen or so boxes were all pried open.
Ye Yuan opened one.
Inside, there were many gas masks.
This kind of pig-head-like protective equipment was a natural gas mask. The workmanship was exquisite and the quality was especially good. It was impossible to buy it on the market now. Usually, it was only in the old goods market. Occasionally, one or two pieces could be seen and sold at a high price.
It was much better than the gas mask that Ye Yuan bought from the old goods market.
"This is good stuff!" Fatty exclaimed. She ran over and quickly stuffed a few into his bag.
Ye Yuan wasn't slow either. He picked two, folded them neatly, and put them in his backpack.
There were already many good things in this bag, including the dark gold mask taken from the ancient corpse's face and some scattered things bought in the old goods market. They were all carried on his back.
Then, the few of them were quite excited. They opened the boxes one by one. There were lunch boxes, gas masks, Japanese shoes, military coats, fur blankets, and other living supplies. Due to the unique structure of the fortress, the air here was relatively dry, so these supplies were quite well preserved.
They were all high-quality military items that were rarely seen.
"Why don't I see a gun?" Fatty muttered. Then, he smashed open some boxes not far away.
Finally, they found guns.
"Old Hu, Ye Yuan, haha, look, the 38 big canopy!”
There were many wooden boxes filled with firearms on the metal shelves. They were all Arisaka rifles, also known as the " Type 38 Big Cover " or " Type 38 ".
All the wooden boxes were filled with rifles and special caliber bullets. They were all new guns that had not been opened, and the mechanical parts were all oiled.
Most of the Japanese soldiers were equipped with this. It was cheap, simple to manufacture, and powerful.
When Fatty found this democratic gun, he was excited. He grabbed one of them and pulled the bolt in his hand, playing with it.
At this moment, Yingzi opened a long wooden box.
"Look, what kind of gun is this? Why do you look like this?"
The few of them came over to take a look.
Even Fatty, who had been an expert in guns since he was young, did not know.
He pried open the boxes on the shelf one by one. He did not expect that only one of the boxes was a submachine gun, and the others were full of bullets.
The design of the gun was also quite strange. It looked like a British Stein submachine gun, but the magazine was inserted horizontally on the left side of the gun, and there was an additional wooden stock behind it.
"Big Brother Hu, is this a devious person?”Yingzi asked.
Hu Bayi thought for a while and said," This should be a Japanese man-made Type 100 submachine gun. Because the production is very small, it is rare. This is the last equipment in the late war to deal with the Soviets." This spear was much easier to use than the 38-year-old. The Japanese's lousy guns only had a capacity of five bullets. They were not automatic, so the reloading was too slow, and the recoil was especially strong. And even if it malfunctioned, it would only be stuck and not misfire. It was especially suitable for close combat!”
Fatty and Ye Yuan both nodded and came to a realization.
He clearly understood one thing.
Then this is still a good thing, and it's a limited edition!
Fatty grabbed one and aimed it around. However, this submachine gun did not have any skills. It could be used as long as it was loaded.
Ye Yuan also picked up one. He grabbed a handful of yellow bullets from the box beside him and stuffed them in.
Immediately after.
They found dozens of boxes of grenades and some other rifles in the warehouse.
Everyone picked some materials that were worth some money and stuffed them into their bags. Ye Yuan also picked two Type 100 submachine guns, along with dozens of boxes of bullets and ten grenades. They were carefully placed in her bag and stuffed full.
These things might be of some help in the future transmigration. However, Ye Yuan still felt a little regretful. Looking at the cannons on the ground, it was a pity that he could not take them away!
There were still many supplies in the warehouse. The other things were not very valuable to him, but they could be sold for a lot of money to Fatty and the others.
It could be considered a fruitful return.
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