hotmtlnovel Chapter 101 Good things should be shared
Chapter 101 Good things should be shared
Huang Bing understood immediately, quietly pushed open the car door, and tiptoed around to the back of the Japanese guard.
The guard was tiptoeing and peering toward the printing factory, completely unaware of the danger behind him. Taking advantage of the guard's unpreparedness, Huang Bing suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. With a forceful twist of his arm, a "crack" was heard, and the guard's neck was snapped.
Huang Bing dragged the body into the bushes nearby and hid it, then gave Yan Shuo an OK sign.
Yan Shuo, along with Huang Bing and Xu Heng, got out of the car and instructed Zhao Erniu to stand guard at the gate. The three of them then sneaked into the machinery factory.
"You said before that large trucks often come here, and they're always very well packaged?"
Yan Shuo looked around with a flashlight while asking Xu Heng questions.
"Yes!" Xu Heng nodded, his flashlight beam sweeping across the factory. "Basically, two trucks come every two or three days, each time fully loaded, but the truck beds are covered up so tightly that you can't tell what's inside. But the tire tracks are very deep, so the stuff inside must be very heavy."
At this moment, the factory area was deserted, with only the footsteps of Yan Shuo, Xu Heng, and Huang Bing echoing back and forth in the empty factory, sounding exceptionally clear.
This machinery factory is not large, covering less than two acres in total. It's only about a hundred steps from the main gate to the backyard.
In the backyard, ingots of steel and copper were stacked neatly, with orderly passageways between the square piles, revealing the Japanese people's meticulous and rigorous work ethic.
But this meticulous attention to detail benefited Yan Shuo, the "uninvited guest."
"Xu Heng, Huang Bing, go to the front yard factory and carefully inspect the production line."
"Alright!" the two replied in unison, then turned and ran towards the factory in the front yard.
Yan Shuo glanced at the pile of metal materials in front of him, a smile flashing in his eyes. "I'll keep these treasures for now, so I don't have to run back and forth later."
Yan Shuo didn't delay any longer. He raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible suction force swept out.
The heavy steel and copper ingots in the backyard seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and poured into his spatial ring. The originally neat pile of materials was quickly cleared away, leaving only faint marks on the ground.
After collecting the materials, he clapped his hands and walked towards the warehouse deep inside the factory area.
He wanted to see what kind of tricks the Japanese were hiding in this secluded factory area.
The factory isn't big, and the warehouse is easy to find.
Four warehouses stood neatly side by side, their walls painted snow-white, each door secured with a heavy iron lock, exuding a sense of wariness that kept strangers at bay.
But in Yan Shuo's eyes, such iron locks were no different from decorations.
He walked to the door of the first warehouse, grabbed the lock with one hand, and with a slight twist of his arm, a crisp "click" was heard, and the sturdy iron lock was broken, hanging precariously on the door knocker.
Yan Shuo casually pushed open the warehouse door, and a cold, hard smell mixed with engine oil and metal rushed out.
The warehouse was about 80 square meters, and inside were stacks of wooden crates about a meter high. A rough count revealed more than 30 crates.
Yan Shuo bent down and pried open a wooden box on the outermost side of his feet. The contents inside made his eyes light up. It was a Japanese Type 91 hand grenade!
It's the kind of missile that needs to be hit against a hard object after pulling the trigger to be activated; the forty-eight square grooves on the missile body are clearly visible.
He then pried open several boxes next to him, which were filled with the same type of hand grenades, packed tightly together.
Walking further into the warehouse, there were several larger ammunition boxes in the corner.
Yan Shuo pried open one with difficulty, and inside was a Type 97 hand grenade wrapped in oil paper. The yellowish-brown grenade body gleamed coldly. After unwrapping the oil paper, he counted that there were exactly fifty grenades in a box. Next to it was a small iron box containing separately stored fuse components.
This is the standard packing specification of the Japanese army. In order to reduce the risk during transportation, the fuse and the projectile body are stored separately.
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!" Yan Shuo grinned from ear to ear, and with a wave of his hand, he stuffed all the grenades, boxes and all, into his spatial storage. "Those little devils know how to hide things, but unfortunately, they're all now in my pocket."
He then pried open the lock on the second warehouse.
As expected, this place was still a storage site for Type 91 hand grenades, a full fifty boxes, more than the stock in the first warehouse.
Yan Shuo accepted everything without hesitation, further increasing the arsenal in his spatial ring.
The harvest from the third warehouse surprised him even more.
Upon opening the box, one finds neatly stacked 7.7mm Arisaka bullets, the bullets wrapped in oil paper arranged like sardines in a can, with matching ammunition belts, magazines, and drum magazines placed nearby.
"Wow, this is a real gem!" Yan Shuo's eyes lit up as he quickly ran through the compatible models in his mind. "Type 11 light machine gun, Type 96 light machine gun, Type 99 light machine gun, and even Type 92 aircraft machine gun—it's universally compatible!"
With these bullets, the rear troops no longer needed to worry about firepower supply. With a wave of his hand, he stored all seventy boxes of bullets, along with the matching ammunition supply equipment, into his spatial storage.
The last warehouse contained shells for the Type 92 70mm indirect fire infantry gun.
Although the Japanese classified this thing as a "curved-fire infantry gun," it was essentially a light mortar shell.
The boxes were clearly labeled "Type 92 70mm grenade", and there were a total of 65 boxes.
Yan Shuo weighed one of the boxes in his hand. It wasn't too heavy; a single soldier could carry it over short distances. It was just right to replenish the troops with heavy firepower ammunition.
"Thank you for the Imperial Army's generous gift; I will accept it!"
He thought to himself with satisfaction, and then reached out and collected all the shells.
After taking over the four warehouses, Yan Shuo was about to go to the front yard to find Xu Heng and the other person when he suddenly smelled a faint chemical odor.
He followed the smell and found a room next to the warehouse with a sign that read "Hazardous Materials Storage".
Upon opening the door, one finds it filled with raw materials for manufacturing gunpowder and fuses, with sulfur, saltpeter, cotton, and other materials neatly arranged.
"You've come at the perfect time, saving me the trouble of searching again."
Without hesitation, Yan Shuo put these chemical raw materials into his spatial storage.
By this point, he had a clear understanding of the situation.
This was no ordinary machine factory; it was a secret ammunition factory hidden by the Japanese army in an industrial area.
Yan Shuo turned and went back to the entrance of the front factory building. Xu Heng and Huang Bing were already waiting there, their faces filled with barely suppressed excitement. Xu Heng was so excited that his voice trembled: "Captain! It's all good stuff! There are production lines for making bullets and artillery shells. I counted, there are two lines just for making hand grenades, and seven production lines in total!"
"Hmph, I knew those little devils were up to no good."
Yan Shuo nodded, his tone calm, "You two go out first and meet up with Zhao Erniu at the gate to keep watch. I'll check again carefully to make sure you don't miss anything valuable."
"Okay!" Xu Heng quickly called to Huang Bing, and the two of them ran quickly toward the gate.
Yan Shuo was the only one left in the factory. His eyes swept over the production lines, which were still warm from their roar, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Such good machines, how can we let the Imperial Army enjoy them all by themselves? Good things should be shared. The Japanese devils' habit of hoarding things needs to be changed."