"The Japanese even locked these boxes. Maybe they still contain treasures!”
Fatty didn't care. He raised his shovel and aimed it at the lock.
Crack!
After more than 30 years, the lock was basically useless. Fatty's shovel cleanly smashed open the lock.
Whoosh!
Fatty opened the box without hesitation.
Green lunch boxes were placed neatly.
His face was filled with disappointment. Trash? Was it worth locking it up?
Beside him, Lin Yi had already opened the second box.
He opened the sack inside, revealing a pile of rubber-like things.
However, when Old Hu and Fatty saw these things, their eyes widened!
Gas mask!
The mask was composed of a mask, an air duct, and a filter. The mask could be directly connected to the filter or the filter box!
Personal protective equipment that protected the face from toxic and harmful substances such as poisons, biological warfare agents, bacteria weapons, and radioactive dust!
Back when the Japanese used bacteria warfare, they used this thing a lot!
Now that the Japanese had surrendered, they were left behind!
"This is a treasure!"
Lin Yi took out a gas mask and carefully observed it.
If it was placed on an ordinary person, this thing would be useless.
However, for the three brothers who were tomb raiders, it was definitely very useful!
For example, when they entered the tomb of the general of the Jin Kingdom, they had to let the mountain wind blow away the poisonous gas in the ancient tomb before they dared to enter.
And even if they went in, they had to wear a mask just in case.
However, with this gas mask, he was not afraid of any poison gas or corpse gas!
This thing was simply a cheat for grave robbers.
"Pack it up!"
Lin Yi waved at Fatty and said with a smile.
"Alright!"
Fatty quickly took off the bag from his back and stuffed the gas masks into it with Old Hu.
Lin Yi's gaze fell on another wooden box and he walked over in two or three steps.
With a whoosh, he opened the wooden box and removed the sackcloth wrapped in it.
Black spear barrels appeared in front of him in an orderly manner.
These spear barrels were all covered in oil and were very well preserved. Even after thirty years, they were still as good as new!
"Yingzi, Yingzi, help me hold it.”
Fatty was extremely excited when he saw the spear handles. He quickly called Yingzi over to help him carry the cloth bag and quickly walked towards Lin Yi.
Kaka!
Without a word, Fatty picked up a gun and pulled the bolt. He took a look excitedly and couldn't put it down.
"Old Hu, Yingzi, you guys are done packing. Come over quickly! Hahaha, 38 big cover!"
"This gun can still be used. It's all new guns that haven't been opened. The mechanical parts are all oiled and haven't been loaded yet.”
The so-called 38th Cover was actually the kind of long spear with a bayonet that was often seen in movies and television dramas.
It was a common weapon during wartime. People like Old Hu, Fatty, and Yingzi who were familiar with firearms knew about this gun.
Old Hu picked one up and aimed at it before throwing it back." This lousy gun only has a capacity of five rounds. It's not an automatic gun, so it's too slow to reload. The recoil is also very strong. I'm not used to it.”
Yingzi also picked up a 38-foot cover, took a look, and tried to feel it.
Compared to his own lousy hunting rifle, the 38th Cover was too useful!
"This gun is so good and powerful. When my uncle first joined the Northeast Coalition Army, he used this type of gun. Brother Hu, why don't you like to use it?”
Fatty was already used to this kind of Old Hu. He said," Ignore him." He was used to playing with semi-automatic guns in the army and had developed a bad habit. This kind of old-fashioned gun was not good enough for people. Let me tell you, Yingzi, only this kind of gun can shoot accurately and with a long range. Yingzi, I'm not bragging to you. Your fat brother, I, can pierce through a willow tree in a hundred steps. Riding a horse and lighting a lantern is as easy as playing.”
Lin Yi was a little speechless as he listened to Fatty's non-stop chatter.
"Fatty, if you don't take the opportunity to brag, my surname isn't Lin. Come here, come here, take a look at this.”
Lin Yi waved at Fatty and took out a gun from the box in front of him.
This spear was very special.
The long magazine was obviously a submachine gun.
However, the magazine of an ordinary submachine gun was inserted at the bottom, while the magazine of this submachine gun was inserted at the left, and it was curved.
It was especially rare in the market!
Yingzi looked at the submachine gun curiously and asked," Brother Lin, what kind of gun is this? A crooked fellow?"
When Lin Yi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh. He explained," Yingzi, the crooked handle is a light machine gun, and this is a submachine gun. They're completely different types."
The crooked handle, scientific name Taisho Type 11 light machine gun.
In fact, it was the kind of machine gun in movies and television dramas where one or two people were in a group. There was a stand at the muzzle of the gun, and one Japanese person was lying on the ground to shoot while the other Japanese person was loading bullets.
Unlike the Type 92 heavy machine gun, this light machine gun could be used as a submachine gun by a person. Its lethality was not small either.
"Look, look."
Old Hu raised his eyebrows when he saw the submachine gun.
He had just been scolded by Fatty, and now he finally found a reason to refute.
"Fatty, the reason why I don't want to use the Type 38 Heavy Gun is because it's not suitable for close combat. This type of hundred submachine gun is the gun we should use!”
Lin Yi picked up a Type 100 submachine gun and threw it to Fatty. He smiled and said," Because the production volume is very small, it's not common. It was prepared in the later stages of the war to deal with the Russian army. This gun is much better than your 38th big cover. Even if it basically malfunctioned, it would at most jam and not go off. Throw away your broken gun."”
Fatty was engrossed in listening. He had long wanted to use it for a demonstration. He decisively threw the Sanba Cover to the side and held the Hundred-type submachine gun. His confidence exploded.
"Alright, Old Lin, we have it this time. What red-haired monster, what wild beast that eats short horses, hehe, if one comes, we will kill one, if two come, we will kill a pair! Don't worry about anything. Demons and ghosts, come to Lord Fatty's place. I'll definitely make sure they never return!”
Lin Yi picked up a Type 100 submachine gun and handed it to Yingzi. He smiled and said," Yingzi, you take one too!”
Yingzi's exquisite face was a little excited. She held the gun with great care and even wiped it with her sleeve.
Old Hu looked at the Type 100 submachine gun and grinned." Yingzi, you're not afraid now, are you?”
"I'm not afraid anymore!" Yingzi said.
"How is it? Shall we go and explore other places? See if there are any treasures?"
With a submachine gun in his hand, a magazine at his waist, and bullets in his bag, Fatty was very confident.
"What is this? Look over there."
Lin Yi pointed at a small box in the corner and said," Go and bring that box over."”
"What is it? You're being so mysterious."
Fatty slung the Type 100 submachine gun around his neck and walked towards the small box.
"F * ck!"
Fatty was shocked when he saw what was in the box.
"Oh my god, Old Hu, Old Hu, come over and take a look! What the hell is this! Hahaha."
Old Hu was called over. He took a look and raised his eyebrows." Wow, it's a melon grenade!”
The Melon Grenade, as the name suggested, was a grenade shaped like a melon!
This kind of grenade is not as crude as the wooden hand grenades used by the military. It is a standard fragment grenade with great lethality!
In Pan Zi's movie, there was a detailed description of the Melon Grenade.
After pulling the safety pin out with the rope, it would explode.
"Elder Lin, you even found the melon grenade! Eh, why is one missing?"
As Fatty spoke, he suddenly saw a frag grenade missing from the neatly arranged boxes.
Lin Yi patted his pocket, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
"Your hands are fast enough."
Fatty didn't care much. He picked up the grenade and stuffed it into his pocket.
Old Hu did not want to be outdone. After kicking some grenades, he carried the Type 100 submachine gun and put a few bags of bullets into his pocket.
Then, he squatted on the ground, humming a tune, and loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one.
"This time, we've made a fortune."
"That's right. It had been many years since he had touched a gun, and his hands were extremely itchy.”
Lin Yi naturally did not fall behind.
It would be really uncomfortable to get the Sharpshooter skill but never fire a shot!
This time, it was really as Old Hu had said. They had made a fortune!
He was loading the magazine in an orderly manner when Yingzi suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
Yingzi shouted in a panic," Brother Lin, you…Behind you…"
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