Either way, this solved our urgent need, the fence had become a burning wall of fire, and these monsters seemed to be terrified of fire, screaming and tearing off their burning clothes, and quickly scurrying towards the fog, and running away in an instant, leaving only piles of burning clothes and a few charred corpses that had not had time to escape.

I was secretly relieved to see a half-crippled red shirt being consumed by the flames, at least then Commander Wei wouldn't recognize his old friend.

Seeing the monster fleeing in a hurry, there was a burst of cheers on the wall, but before the sound fell, with a loud bang, a wave of heat blew onto the wall, knocking everyone to the ground at once.

My head hit straight against the wall behind me, and I almost fainted in pain. Even Lu Yan was not spared, he was shocked and sat on the ground, I looked at him, and knew in my heart that it seemed that this was a kerosene drum explosion.

Before he could speak, the permanent supervisor had already chased after him, "Did you explode over there?" What's going on? ”

I quickly got up and observed the situation below and replied, "There are more than 100 monsters on our side that hit the isolation net, and they can't stand it, so we can't help but ignite the kerosene in the house!" ”

The permanent supervisor hurriedly asked, "How is the effect?" ”

"They are very afraid of fire, and now they have all fled, and we have no losses."

"Very good, I will arrange for the oil to be sent to the wall immediately, don't relax, stay vigilant!"

"Yes!"

I released the microphone and looked ahead, the fire on the fence had been extinguished by the explosion, it was charred black everywhere, the glass was shattered, and the kerosene that had been splashed from the explosion was still burning.

Thinking of the power of the explosion just now, I was still a little afraid, but fortunately the power grid was not blown up, otherwise, I would have been too guilty.

Lao Cao came up to me and said, "You have to let that little monster pay me for the fire, which is a limited edition." ”

I looked at him strangely, "I don't see it, you are such an old comrade with such a low consciousness, why don't you go to him." ”

"Aren't you two in the same class? Surely you know better than me! Besides, no matter how bad you are as a leader, he will have to sell your face! ”

I know that Lao Cao is purely joking, and he won't take this matter to heart, "Okay, okay, let's talk about it if I can survive today!" ”

Lao Cao smiled, "This kid is very quick to decide, it's quite rare, but the accuracy of throwing iron marbles is a little worse." ”

If it weren't for Lao Cao's words, I would have forgotten about the iron bullet. From what I have observed, Lu Yan must be a master at throwing an iron bullet, why is he still regarded by Lao Cao as a prominent shortcoming?

"He didn't throw it accurately?"

"Not allowed?" Lao Cao slapped his thigh, "That's too inaccurate, I can't even tell where he is aiming!" ”

Lao Cao's voice was a little loud, and Lu Yan was standing not far from me, and I was worried that he would be unhappy when he heard it, so I tilted my head and glanced at him. Comrade Lu Yan obviously heard it, but he remained silent.

I really didn't expect such a huge master to have such a big flaw in the hidden weapon! I suddenly felt the gap between the ideal and the reality, Lu Yan, are you short-sighted?

The efficiency of the permanent supervisor was very high, and soon a large number of oil drums were being carried to the wall. Looking at the label on the barrel, it is estimated that all the inventory of the unit has been cleared from engine oil to diesel. The barrels of oil assigned to our group even had barrels of eighty-two years of engine oil, a few years older than me.

I looked around the barrel of oil, and Lao Cao looked at me interestingly and asked, "What?" Want to call your brother? ”

"Fool around! I'm just looking at it fresh. I argued, "Can this oil still work?" ”

"I don't know if it's on the machine, but it's definitely no problem to burn it."

I think about it, these are all mineral oils, buried in the ground for hundreds of millions of years before they are taken out and used, are you afraid of this mere decades of time?

There are many kinds of oil cans sent by the oil drums, which were used when they went to the mines, and they can be regarded as individual equipment. Many of them are so black and dirty that I don't know how many years they've been used.

In other words, this is also one of the characteristics of our unit, the older generation started from scratch, and they are reluctant to throw away anything. Coupled with the depletion of ore veins, a large number of factories are idle, and some are sites, and these things have been preserved and almost forgotten by us. I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

See, this means that we should be filled with oil and thrown down. After all, what kind of big oil drum is not something that a few people can pour, and the oil is poured too close to the fear of roasting the power grid, so it is better to use these small oil cans to fill them and throw them out.

I beckoned everyone to come and open the oil barrel and pick up an oil barrel, but I heard a jingling bell, which was very transparent and beautiful in this messy environment.

The sound immediately caught my attention, and I lifted it up to take a closer look. The oil drum is about 20 centimeters high, and it is very heavy to make of metal. It was covered with oil, and two uncoloured enameled wires were pulled out of the handles, each tied to a bullet case, and they collided with each other to make this pleasant ringtone.

The environment under the mine is complex and dangerous, especially in the past, when the technology was not yet developed, so it was common to hang a bell on the body in order to let others know their location.

But I found that these two shells are not quite the same as the kind of shells that are all over the ground in the usual shooting range, this shell is all copper structure, no flange, and the size should be 9x.19mm Pala or something, and it has nothing to do with our standard ammunition.

How did such shells end up here? Many doubts came to my heart, I know that there is a history of equipment confusion in history, this oil drum is tied to this kind of bullet casing, can it be said that this oil pot is already so old?

I held the oil pot and watched the light carefully to observe that my tired hands were sore, but when I put it down, I found a few words printed on my thumb. But this word is not very neat, and the printed is reversed, so it is impossible to distinguish at all.

I quickly crouched down and searched carefully near the handle, and finally found that there seemed to be a few inscriptions on the root of the handle, but they were all covered by the dust absorbed by the oil. I vigorously wiped the oil stain on the pot, and the old oil was very difficult to rub, it was like glue stuck to it without any of its true color, only a layer of dust deposited on it.

But that was enough, I held up the pot and kept changing the angle to observe, and in the change of light and shadow there were three crooked words, and I struggled to distinguish them...... It turned out to be Zhang Guoqing!

It turned out to be him! If it was his time, this cartridge case would most likely have jumped out of the bullet hole of a gun, and that was the Luger P08!

I instantly connected him to the rusty Luger underground. Could it be that the Transformer underground is him?

It's too impossible! However, when it comes to his disappearance, it may be related to it.

I was stunned here with an oil drum, and Lao Cao bumped me in the back, "Why don't you hurry up and work?" ”

I came to my senses, and everyone was busy, and there were already more than a dozen full oil drums against the wall. There were only sporadic gunshots around, the fire that had just been lit under the wall had not yet been extinguished, and the clothes that had been torn off by the monster had turned to ashes and crumbled.

I hurriedly found an oil drum to pick up the oil, and Qiao Dalu really had the strength to pour oil outward with a huge oil drum, which seemed to be really effortless. While looking at the oil pot that was pouring some yellowing into my hand, I asked Lao Cao: "Brother Cao, you came earlier, do you know Zhang Guoqing?" ”

Lao Cao looked at me strangely, "How do you know about Zhang Guoqing?" ”

"District Chief Wang told me, I saw his name on that bucket and asked you." I pointed to the oil drum.

"I've heard about him, what do you want to inquire about?"

"What did we use here at the time?"

"You're asking the right person, I really know! At that time, all the guns used were left over from the Anti-Japanese War, but our police officers were generally equipped with masturbations. Lao Cao was a little excited, "I heard that at that time, Zhang Guoqing's provincial militia won the first place in target shooting, and he was rewarded with a Luo pot picker, but unfortunately he disappeared with others later!" ”

"How do you know? Do you know him? I asked.

Lao Cao was stunned for a moment, "Nonsense, of course I heard about it!" I'm not an old monster! ”