At dusk on the fourth day of the artillery test, with the sound of a gunshot, the last incendiary bomb hit the body of a snowman in the middle of the ice lake, exploding into a ball of particularly dazzling sparks.
On the shore 700 meters away, Wei Ran rubbed his sore shoulders, then took out his binoculars and looked regretfully at the pine tree on the other side of the lake, which was still wearing a red scarf.
In the past four days, he had squandered all 80 rounds of different types of ammunition, but apart from making his shoulders sore and unable to sleep at night, the only gain was just to confirm that under the current circumstances, this gun
The effective range of the incredibly powerful anti-tank gun can only be maintained at a distance of six to seven hundred meters.
At a distance of six to seven hundred meters, even if the power of this gun is absolutely sufficient compared to the position given to it by Wei Ran, it is simply impossible to hit accurately due to the sight and his skills. Therefore, the tree at the furthest distance
The pine tree, which had been a target for several days, was lucky enough not to suffer any damage.
"Just stand there and don't run away. When my buddy comes next time, he will definitely shoot you dead."
Wei Ran finally said a harsh word, then put away the telescope, anti-tank gun and the shell casings on the ground, tidily organized all the supplies in the tent, and then, with the help of the reindeer, folded them up with
His tent hung all these supplies on the pine tree. Anyway, he can still use these things when he comes to test fire next time, so there is really no need to take them back.
He fed the uneaten big lebas to the spare rations that had been tied up for several days. After the other party had eaten and drank enough, he immediately pulled the sleigh under Wei Ran's shouts and along the river connecting the ice lake.
He started running. Wei Ran, who was on the sleigh, took out his satellite phone and called Alili.
Within half an hour at most, the roar of engines could be heard in the sky. Weiran immediately took out the flare gun in his arms, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger. Then he pulled off a smoke bomb and threw it on the river behind him.
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Soon, the An-2 plane piloted by Alili lowered its altitude and landed steadily along the spacious river not far from Weiran. What surprised Weiran was that the plane that had been accompanying him these past few days
His reindeer actually lay down on the snow before the plane landed, and even buried its big head on the branch of a tree in its belly.
Obviously, this 100-kilogram big guy often flew on Alili's plane. And the other party was willing to give such an experienced reindeer to him as a spare ration, which naturally made Wei Ran especially grateful.
When Alili's plane shut down the engine completely, the reindeer howled and ran towards the cabin door without even shouting.
"It seems like you've been doing well these days?" Alili opened the cabin door, untied the reindeer's reins and let it jump onto the cabin on its own, and said to Wei Ran.
Wei Ran helped lift the sleigh and said gratefully, "Thanks to the reindeer you provided. Without it, I would have had a very hard time these days."
"Thank you for not eating my Sasha," Alili said with a simple smile.
"I knew it was called Sasha again," Wei Ran muttered to himself, and he smiled and changed the topic to the guests they had received these days.
While the two were chatting, the An-2 aircraft that landed briefly took off again along the river. After lightly crossing the Ural Mountains not far away, it smoothly delivered the satellite fuel to Inta's airport.
"We have four days to go to class, do you want to go back?"
Jima, who was waiting at the airport, asked directly as soon as the cabin door opened. When the class ended last time, Teacher Dalia made it very clear that their next class would be held in Inta.
“I have to go back”
Wei Ran threw the few luggage directly to Jima, "There are still some things at the studio that I have to go back to deal with, but don't worry, I will be back on time."
"I'm not worried about you"
Ji Ma took Wei Ran's luggage and reminded with a sullen face, "I'm worried that because you're late, I'll be unlucky too. I don't want to run around in a hellish place like this wearing only underwear and carrying a silicone dummy."
Circle. This is Inta, and I don’t want to be embarrassed in my hometown.”
"Don't worry, I don't want to either." Wei Ran shivered subconsciously and quickly made a promise, "I will definitely be back on time."
"I hope so"
Ji Ma said worriedly, although this guy has no shame and skin, but that was outside, and now he is a famous person in Inta, but neither he nor Wei Ran has any doubt that Teacher Dalia is definitely possible
Let them experience social death in Inta.
After bidding farewell to Dima and Alili who was watching the excitement, Weiran boarded the flight to Volgograd.
When he rushed back to the studio early the next morning, the blond girl at the Katyusha shooting range had been waiting for a long time.
"40 rounds of armor-piercing bombs, 40 rounds of incendiary bombs, 40 rounds of high-explosive bombs, and 40 rounds of tracer bullets." The blond haired girl whispered while Wei Ran opened the rolling shutter door, and then consciously pushed the trolley into the studio.
, and placed the wooden box full of ammunition in the same position as last time.
"How much?" Weiran asked after a rough inspection. He had to admit that the quality of the ammunition provided by the other party was very good. At least there was not a single stink bomb in the 80 rounds last time.
"Including shipping fee, 330,000 rubles, tip is 5,000 rubles." The hairy girl happily stretched out her hand.
After paying the corresponding amount and sending the little girl away, Weiran locked the rolling shutter door again, took out all the empty cartridge cases in the food box and the empty cartridge cases that were pressed into the magazine one by one, and replaced them with the ammunition he just bought.
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After putting the excess ammunition into the safe, he removed the sight of the anti-tank gun, picked up a plastic bag full of empty shells, and drove straight to the bridge across the Volga River.
The safest way to destroy these bullet casings is to find a crusher and smash them into metal fragments or melt them directly. But he didn't do anything bad with the gun, so he naturally chose the simplest method and threw it directly into the Volga.
The river is in trouble.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After finishing the final chores, he continued along the cross-river bridge and went straight to Volgaski on the east bank, and drove the car into Mr. Alexander's gun modification studio.
In that auto repair shop.
In just a few months, this only auto repair shop in the city center has undergone earth-shaking changes, the most conspicuous of which is the big sign "Alexander Private Museum" at the entrance.
In addition, the open and spacious yard is not only paved with clean floor tiles, but also planted with many oak trees. Various common war equipment from World War II are parked beside each tree.
What is quite special is that there is a stainless steel brand next to these war equipment, with the story and service experience of this equipment briefly written on it. There is no doubt that this achievement comes from what has become a happy part-time job.
The human Professor Alexei.
After slowly strolling around the large yard, Wei Ran lost interest. There were all kinds of common things here, except for those stories that were either detailed or brief and whose authenticity was unknown, but each one was more touching than the last.
Outside, there is nothing to see at all.
Stepping into the four-story building facing the door, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile as soon as he entered. On the wall on the first floor facing the door of the building, there was a photo he got from himself.
The photo of the flag being planted in the Capitol Building also states the origin of the photo in conspicuous fonts directly below the photo.
Having seen enough new things, Wei Ran walked through the four-story building and found the gun modification studio that still maintained its original appearance.
Before he could enter the small house, which was not that big, Manager Federer opened the sliding door from inside and said enthusiastically, "Mr. Victor, Mr. Alexander is already waiting for you inside."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran greeted him politely, followed him through the room filled with various processing machines, and met Mr. Alexander in the familiar studio where he had been waiting for a long time.
"Victor, is there any good reason why you suddenly came to me?" Alexander asked with interest, "Did you discover any precious historical footage?"
"How can I have such good luck?" Wei Ran said with a smile, "Mr. Alexander, I am here to ask for your help this time."
"Tell me about it," Alexander gave an ambiguous response.
It was only then that Wei Ran took out the sight removed from the anti-tank gun from his bag and handed it to the other party.
After just one glance, Alexander asked in a positive tone, "If I guessed correctly, this should be the scope used by the S18-1000 anti-tank gun produced by the Solothurn factory in Switzerland in the early days of World War II?"
“Mr. Alexander has good eyesight”
Wei Ran complimented the other party's vision, "This is something belonging to a client of mine. He wants to add a high-magnification scope to his anti-tank gun."
"Used as a sniper rifle?" Alexander immediately guessed the purpose.
Wei Ran nodded calmly and continued to flatter him, "This customer is very important to me, and Mr. Alexander is the only person I know who has sufficiently accurate metal processing technology, so I am shamelessly asking for your help."
Let’s see if we can make a suitable base.”
“It’s not too difficult to process this.”
Alexander looked at Wei Ran with a strange look, hesitated for a moment, stood up, picked up a screwdriver and said, "Come with me, I will show you something. Maybe you can give your client a better choice.
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Taking the scope handed back by the other party, Wei Ran quickly stood up and followed Alexander out of the studio, heading straight to the exhibition hall he had just passed through. Only Manager Federer, who was about to deliver the coffee, was left looking at them in confusion behind him.
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"Professor Alexei's office is on the top floor of this exhibition hall"
Alexander led Wei Ran to the second floor and introduced, "He always complained to me that I should have listened to you and not come to work for me. He also said that he had never been so tired in college."
"The professor often shows off his status as museum director to us at home," Wei Ran responded with a smile.
"This duplicitous old guy"
Alexander shook his head noncommittally, took Wei Ran to a light weapons exhibition hall on the second floor, pointed at the various anti-tank guns in the glass cabinet and said, "These are all from my collection, from the Soviet Union, Germany, and the United Kingdom.
Basically I have it all here.”
Wei Ran looked at them one by one, and it was just as Alexander said. This not-so-large exhibition hall almost covered most of the mainstream anti-tank weapons that he knew that had appeared during World War II.
Alexander, who was walking in front, stopped in front of a glass display case, pointed at the exhibits inside and asked proudly, "Is this the one your customer has?"
Wei Ran nodded subconsciously. This separate display cabinet contained not only an anti-tank gun of the same model as his, but also a variant of that gun, an anti-aircraft weapon numbered 1100 that could fire continuously.
The difference between the two types of weapons, apart from the fact that one can only shoot semi-automatically and the other can shoot fully automatically, at first glance, it seems that the latter only has a base that allows people to sit on it and shoot in the air.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, Alexander took out a magnetic card from his pocket and swiped it on the lower edge of the display cabinet. After a soft "click" sound, he took out a key and opened the glass display cabinet.
Under his fiddling, in less than five minutes, he used a screwdriver to remove a strange-looking scope.
"Take it!" Alexander threw the removed scope to Wei Ran, and then skillfully locked the glass display case.
"This is..."
Wei Ran hurriedly took over the scope. Compared with his own scope, half of the scope was slightly thicker. However, the other half was connected side by side at the end. Overall, this heavy
In terms of structure, the scary sight may use the Paul prism structure commonly used in binoculars.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is an anti-aircraft sight, a fancy thing designed by the Swiss, but in actual use, this thing is far less good than a ring mechanical sight.
used, so it’s relatively rare.”
Alexander introduced as he walked back, "Its maximum magnification can be clearly enough to aim at a mineral water bottle one kilometer away. The only drawback is that it is too big and heavy."
"No, no, no, I mean..." Wei Ran paused, "Did you... give it to me?"
“That’s understandable”
Alexander said nonchalantly, "In exchange, I will have an interview with a TV station at the end of this month about that photo. Victor, how about you join in the fun as a guest?"
It turned out that they were waiting here! Wei Ran immediately understood the other party’s plan, and he was about to hit the muzzle of the gun!
After hesitating for less than ten seconds, Wei Ran readily agreed to the other party's invitation. He could see clearly that even if he didn't come and take the initiative to send the invitation, the other party would probably find a way to invite him over through the professor.
Moreover, he can easily take out the scope he needs, which is a sign of his ability and knowledge. Even if he refuses this time, can he still refuse next time?
Therefore, instead of having a stalemate with the professor's boss, it is better to agree happily. This will not only solve the problem of the scope, but also leave a good impression on the other party.
As expected, when Alexander saw Wei Ran agreeing so readily, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He forced him to have lunch with Professor Alexei, who was hiding in the office to drink secretly, and then let him go.
The drunken Wei Ran allowed Federer to drive him back to the studio. Then he immediately put away his pretense of drunkenness, locked the rolling shutter door, summoned an anti-tank gun, and installed the scope he had just obtained.
He put the heavy muzzle of the gun on the window sill and took a look at the statue of the Mother of the Motherland on the hill in the distance. The clear image made Wei Ran put it back into the metal book with satisfaction. At the same time, in his heart, he had already given Baiyangdian
The little devil above has arranged thousands of ways to die.
