Chapter 57: No Waste
Now that you have decided to move on, you can't hesitate.
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately ran towards the end of the No. 6 area where the pistol was stored.
The distance of eighty meters, whether long or short, took a full seventeen seconds before Yang Zheng ran out of breath to the end of the No. 6 area.
At this time, at the end of Area 6, a huge steel gate was also erected, and the top of the gate was also marked with a row of large gray letters.
"Area Seven: The weapons stored in this area are; Grenade! ”
Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and was secretly a little disappointed.
Originally, he saw that the weapons stored in Area 6 were pistols, so Area 7 had to be a more powerful AK47 assault rifle, right? No matter how bad it is, it should be an area where submachine guns are stored.
But when I got there, I realized that there was actually a grenade stored in Area 7.
"Hey...... No matter how many it is, it's a grenade, it's not bad to get some grenades out, even if you can't kill the enemy, scare them away! ”
When Yang Zheng just came to the giant gate, the gate of Area Seven opened silently.
The scene in Area 7 is similar to Area 6.
On both sides of the 80-meter-long warehouse road, there are also steel shelves one after another, and the upper and lower layers of each shelf are stacked with army-green wooden boxes.
It is estimated that those wooden boxes are full of grenades.
After entering the No. 7 area, Yang Zheng took a few random glances, and basically, he found that every shelf in the No. 7 area was stored with a type of grenade.
Through the labels on several nearby steel shelves, Yang Zheng clearly saw that there were Chinese-made 82-2 all-plastic handleless steel = bead grenades, American Type 57 anti-personnel grenades, Island Country Type 91 grenades, German M-DN31 grenades, and French Lucher LU216 grenades......
There are also grenades on several shelves in the distance, Yang Zheng has never seen them in his previous life, and he has never even heard of them.
In a word, in the entire No. 7 area, there are grenades of various countries and models.
I looked up at the time on the night view display and found that the remaining transportation time was only 6 minutes and 45 seconds.
"There are more than six minutes left, and I need to hurry up and carry the arms!"
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng took a deep breath and walked towards a nearby steel shelf.
On this shelf, there are American-made Type 57 anti-personnel grenades, and I don't know what the effect is, but Yang Zheng doesn't have the time to choose slowly.
In his impression, it feels like the grenades are all about the same, and he casually pulls open the safety and throws them out, isn't it all "boom" and then explode?
On the upper and lower floors of the shelves, there are dozens of army-green wooden boxes in total.
Yang Zheng carefully looked at the label on the outside of the wooden box, which indicated that the box contained twenty Type 57 grenades.
"Twenty grenades are enough!"
Immediately, Yang Zheng picked up a box of grenades without thinking, turned around and ran back to the No. 6 area with great strides.
This box of grenades is not as heavy as Yang Zheng imagined, at most it weighs more than ten kilograms, and it is estimated that each of the Type 57 grenades installed in it will not exceed 500 grams.
Yang Zheng held the grenade and ran quickly towards the front end of the No. 6 area.
Soon, he was at the entrance to Sector Six.
Yang Zheng stopped in front of the shelves of the Type 92 pistol, placed the box full of grenades on the ground, and prepared to start carrying the pistol and ammunition.
Although there were still more than six minutes left, Yang Zheng's heart was not easy at all.
Immediately, he quickly took off his wide robe, and then pulled out the cloth belt that was several meters long from his waist.
Laying the robe flat on the ground, Yang Zheng quickly moved twenty pistols on the upper shelf and stacked them neatly on top of the robe.
In the process of carrying the pistol, Yang Zheng's brain did not stop for a moment.
"You can't take more pistols, twenty is about the same, the main thing is to take more bullets, especially the magazine, you must take more ......"
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng began to place ammunition in his robe.
The lower level of the shelf is where the ammunition boxes are located.
The army-green ammunition boxes were filled with sealed yellow cowhide lockets.
According to the label above, each leather box contained a full 100 rounds of ammunition.
Without saying a word, Yang Zheng took out twenty boxes of ammunition directly from the ammunition box, and placed them neatly in the middle of his clothes, and then he took out dozens of magazines filled with ammunition from the shelves and stuffed them into his clothes.
Originally, Yang Zheng wanted to continue to put ammunition on his clothes, but unfortunately, although this robe was wide, it was obviously not enough after placing twenty pistols, twenty boxes of ammunition and dozens of magazines.
Immediately, Yang Zheng quickly tied the pistol ammunition into a package with his clothes, and then used the long cloth belt to wrap the package several times to reinforce it.
He carried the pistol full of ammunition behind his back, used the extra cloth belts at the two ends, tied it to his chest, and finally struggled to play with his waist and picked up the box of grenades on the ground.
After doing all this, Yang Zheng was ready to leave.
I looked up at the display and found that there was only 5 minutes and 23 seconds left.
On the spot, Yang Zheng took a deep breath, looked at the warehouse gate in the distance, and then rushed forward as fast as he could.
He set out from the entrance to Area Six, which was separated by five cold weapon areas from the gate of the Infinity Armory, each eighty meters long, for a total distance of four hundred meters.
Judging by the remaining time, it was close to five and a half minutes, enough time for him to run out.
However, Yang Zheng wanted to save time for an overtime card, so he was ready to successfully step out of the door of the Infinite Arsenal in three minutes and twenty-three seconds.
If there were two minutes left, he immediately stopped using the OT card and saved the remaining OT card.
The domestic Type 92 pistol weighs more than 700 grams of empty guns, and the weight of 20 guns is almost 30 catties. In addition, there were two thousand rounds of ammunition and dozens of empty magazines, which together were estimated to weigh forty or fifty pounds.
In addition, he was holding a box of grenades in his hand, and at this moment, the weight on his whole body was estimated to be more than 100 catties.
Fortunately, during the previous period, Yang Zheng often entered the Infinite Armory to carry weapons for exercise, so he was able to hold on to hundreds of catties of guns and ammunition on his back.
I saw that he was carrying a package full of pistol ammunition on his shoulder, holding a box of grenades in his hand, panting and rushing forward.
400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, 50 meters......
When Yang Zheng was still fifty meters away from the warehouse gate, the remaining time in the overhead display screen was only 2 minutes and 10 seconds.
Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng was extremely anxious.
After more than 300 meters of galloping, Yang Zheng was already sweating and panting like a cow at this moment.
Twisting his sore shoulder, Yang Zheng took a deep breath, secretly cheered for himself, and said, "You must rush out!" Be sure to keep an overtime card! ”
In order to save an overtime card, Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and roared angrily to make the final sprint.
10、9、8、7、6、5、4、3……
Just when there were 2 minutes and 1 seconds left on the display screen, Yang Zheng finally rushed out with a roar with a roar of arms and weapons.
At this time, Long Ritian, who was waiting outside the door, also closed the door of the Infinite Armory according to Yang Zheng's instructions.
Suddenly, the clock stopped.
Yang Zheng successfully saved an overtime card.