Inside the base, the team members and the members of the logistics team were happily moving all kinds of supplies into the vehicles. Yang Ke-er sat behind a desk and watched as the team members passed the items they thought were good to Yang Ke-er. As long as Yang Ke-er took a liking to it, it would belong to her. She called it personal income tax.
Further away, Chen Ye grabbed Second Lieutenant Huang Quan's wrist and smashed him to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise. Second Lieutenant Huang Quan groaned in pain on the ground.
When he finally got up from the ground with great difficulty, he rubbed his panda eyes and chased after Chen Ye to continue talking. Chen Ye ignored him. After talking for a while, Huang Quan went to hug Chen Ye again, but he was kicked away. When Huang Quan got up from the ground again, he chased after Chen Ye again.
The team members in the distance were watching Chen Ye and Huang Quan's romantic comedy and action movie. They were betting on how many rounds Huang Quan would be unable to get up again. The officer who smoked and drank had his arm around Lu Xiaobu's shoulder and was secretly talking. As they talked, they looked up to see if anyone was paying attention to them. After that, the two of them each carried a military backpack and snuck into a corner.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the farce outside. He sat in a small, isolated room. There were two items on the table under his eyelids. One was a bird's head the size of a washbasin, and the other was a black crystal that looked like an egg. This black crystal was similar to a rat's crystal. The logistics team found it among the minced meat and handed it over.
After Three was handed over to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the thing on the rat's body. So he brought the bird's head to this secret room. Looking at the bird's head, Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated. The pain he suffered last time was still fresh in his mind. If he had to choose now, he would feel guilty.
He sat on the chair and looked at the bird's head. His mind was in a mess. He thought about the helplessness he felt when he faced the D2 for the first time. He thought about how he raised his gun against the high explosive bullets in the sea of rats. He also thought about how he came into close contact with the Great Blackbird today …
The Rat King's Blade was on the bird's head. As the Rat King's Blade moved, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a strange resistance coming from the bird's head. Other than the Rat King's skull, there was nothing else there. The Rat King's Blade kept sliding to the side, as if it wasn't working.
As Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to adjust the direction of the blade, he found out that it was the bumpy skin on the bird's head that was causing trouble. The skin could reflect external forces. The stronger the force, the stronger the rebound. Conversely, the weaker the force, the weaker the rebound.
At this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood why the large caliber anti-aircraft machine gun could cause blood to splatter on the bird's body. The more the bullet pierced through the bird's skin, the harder it was to kill it. Then, the strange rebound force of the bullet was used to deflect the bullet out of the bird's body. Every time the bird was hit by the anti-aircraft machine gun, it wasn't because it was injured, but because it couldn't bear the pain of the bullet piercing through its body.
Zhang Xiaoqiang reduced the strength of the Rat King's Blade. As expected, the bird's head was easily cut open. "Splash" ~ ~ White brain matter and half-congealed blood flowed out from the head onto the table. Looking at the brain matter, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he had wasted his effort. There was no brain matter in the Rat King's head.
He then pushed the smelly bird's head onto the table and stared blankly at the brain that was slowly flowing out. What exactly went wrong?
Could it be that the species was different?
The more he looked, the more annoyed Zhang Xiaoqiang was. He stood up and wanted to throw the bird's head onto the ground. Suddenly, a protruding object in the brain matter caught his attention. He used the Rat King's Blade to poke at it, and a meatball the size of a grape rolled out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a clean knife and cut open the meatball. A dark, peanut-like gel rolled into his hand. This gelatinous object was not as attractive as the green capsule in the Rat King's head. Zhang Xiaoqiang put it under his nose and sniffed it. A faint fragrance spread out. The fragrance was very weak, and if one didn't look closely, they would not be able to smell it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting on the chair, carefully observed the gelatinous object under the light. The gelatinous object did not seem to be transparent under the light. It was not as bright as the one in the Rat King's head. It seemed like there was a layer of impurities in it. The thing in his hand seemed to be dispensable to him. Anyway, he did not have the desire to eat it.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang put the thing in his hand away. If it was not attractive, then he would not eat it. Who knew if it would have any side effects?
When he was about to go out, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the layer of skin on the bird's head.
It was a tattered bird's skin in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. He looked at the bird's skin and wondered what he could make out of it.
Big Bird's head had been hit twice by large caliber bullets, but he was fine. The first time was when he fired an anti-aircraft machine gun, causing him to be in pain, and the second time was when Shangguan Qiao Yun used a single barrelled gun.
When he thought of Shanghai Qiaoyun, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart lit up. The recoil of a single-barreled gun was strong. If he placed this bird's skin on Shanghai Qiaoyun's right shoulder, wouldn't he be able to eliminate the recoil of the single-barreled gun?
A number of Type 65 Twin-Barrel 37mm Anti-Aircraft Cannons that were covered in dust were dragged out to the large circular plaza outside. By the time Lieutenant Colonel Feng Yong and Zhang Xiao Qiang arrived at the plaza to take a look, Wang Le was instructing a group of people to clean up the cannons.
"The Type 65 37mm Twin-Barreled Anti-Aircraft Gun was developed from the Type 55 37mm Anti-Aircraft Gun and was used to replace the Type 55 37mm Anti-Aircraft Gun. It was designed in 1965 and mass produced to equip the army. It was once used on a large scale to defend the border. The most famous example was when the Tongdeng French Ghost Town's fort hit a few anti-aircraft guns at the same time to clear up the fort's firepower. Finally, the army was able to take down the fort."
The Colonel introduced the anti-aircraft guns to Zhang Xiaoqiang as though he was reciting a textbook. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the 18 anti-aircraft guns and could not deny it. After carefully sizing them up, he was slightly disappointed. After using the Continental Shield, he was not happy looking at these clumsy things.
"How many people are needed to operate these guns?" Zhang Xiaoqiang calculated the number of people needed to form a fighting force.
"Cannon 37 has a total of 9 gunners. Gunner 1 and 2 are the gunners aiming, Gunner 1 is responsible for moving the muzzle up and down, Gunner 2 is responsible for moving the muzzle left and right, Gunner 3 and 4 are in charge of adjusting the firing parameters and setting the parameters, Gunner 5 and 6 are in charge of loading the ammunition, one is in charge of the left and the other is in charge of the right, Gunner 7 and 8 are in charge of passing the loaded magazine of Gunner 9 to Gunner 5 and 6, and Gunner 9 is in charge of loading the magazine.
The Colonel had prepared for a long time. Captain Xiao Qiang's question came out of his mouth.
"Damn, so many?
Are you kidding me? Don't I need to prepare 160 people for these few guns?
Isn't this too exaggerated? "