Chapter 56

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

The folded slip of paper was only palm-sized, and Lin Yi tossed it casually, but Ahmed dared not be negligent.

He sprang up from the sofa, fumbled to take the slip, did not rush to open it, but held it with both hands, quietly watching Lin Yi, watching what kind of response the other party was prepared to give.

Snap!

Lin Yi snapped his fingers, then tapped Ahmed's hands with his finger, and said calmly:

"Inside this are the mortar range adjustment parameters for that gas canister cannon..."

"In plain words, it's how much propellant charge is needed for shells of different weights to fly how far."

"You were very generous in this transaction, so naturally I cannot be stingy."

"Take a look!"

Compared to Lin Yi, who was as gentle as a breeze and light as clouds, Ahmed felt that the slip he held in both hands seemed to have weight at this moment.

This thin sheet of paper seemed heavier than the fattest camel of a Bedouin.

Staring at the slip for a long while, Ahmed held the slip, turned around, came before Lin Yi, placed the slip down again, retreated two steps, and only then said softly:

"Mr. Lin, that... there is no need."

The words were spoken reluctantly and with difficulty.

As someone who had studied in London and also been on the battlefield, Ahmed knew very well how important a suitable propellant bag was for a mortar.

Let alone a mortar modified from gas cylinders, which was larger in size and required a greater amount of propellant bags; without professionals to calculate and guide, one could only use exhaustive methods, having people test it personally.

Since it was testing, danger could arise.

With good luck, no one would be hurt, and a suitable propellant bag would be calculated.

With bad luck, dozens would be casualties, and nothing would be accomplished.

Something so important, Lin Yi happened to produce it at this time, so he surely had another scheme.

Khalid was not here; he himself could not promise, nor dared to promise.

Reluctantly glancing at the slip once more, Ahmed retreated another step and said softly: "This thing is too precious, we..."

"Catch!" Lin Yi grabbed the folded slip, tossed it lightly, and threw it back into Ahmed's arms:

"You need not worry that I will take the opportunity to extort you; since I said I'm giving you a cannon, I naturally cannot cheat you."

"Come, let me show you the cannon."

After speaking, without waiting for Ahmed to open his mouth, Lin Yi stood up and walked straight out.

By the sofa, Ahmed held the slip in both hands, watching the departing back view, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

When that back view disappeared into the corridor, he quickly lowered his head, glanced at the slip in his arms, stuffed the slip into the inner pocket on the left chest of his suit, patted it with his hand, confirmed the slip was in the pocket, and only then lifted his leg to follow Lin Yi.

Walking out of the Electric Rice Cooker Workshop, Lin Yi went straight to the opposite door, which was the first-floor warehouse of the Electric Fan Workshop.

Because there were no orders for electric fans, the warehouse had always been empty, and the lights were not on.

Opening the door, inside was pitch black, and the two standing at the entrance could not see clearly what was inside.

Snap!

The warehouse lights were turned on by Lin Yi; the pitch-black warehouse suddenly lit up, making Ahmed very uncomfortable.

Covering his eyes with his hand, his eyelids blinked rapidly; after a good while, his eyes adjusted to the suddenly bright light.

He also saw clearly the things in the warehouse.

On the cement floor at the exact center of the warehouse, several pieces of three-color striped cloth were spread casually.

On these pieces of three-color striped cloth, several piles of parts were placed respectively.

On the far left were five galvanized steel pipes, each about two to nearly three meters long; on the pipes, a string of blue characters could be seen extremely clearly.

【DN200-GB/T3091-2008】

To the right of these five pipes were cans of two models, from high to low; each model had ten cans, lined up there like elementary school students raising a flag.

Passing these two models of cans and continuing right, there were five pairs of thick angle steel and nuts, a toolbox, five sets of wheel hubs with a support plate, and some small parts whose purpose could not be discerned.

Looking over all these things from beginning to end, Ahmed pointed his hand slightly at them, did not speak, but only looked at Lin Yi, wanting Lin Yi to give an explanation.

The drawings they had seen that day were very crude, but not crude to this extent.

This...

If this thing was a cannon, then he, Ahmed, would eat all these things today.

Meeting Ahmed's inquiring gaze, Lin Yi tilted his head, spread his hands, did not open his mouth to explain, pulled out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on, then turned and walked straight toward the parts on the three-color striped cloth.

Standing in front of that pile of angle steel for a while, he dragged out the toolbox, took out a wrench from inside, and according to the numbers on the angle steel, assembled these stacked angle steels bit by bit.

After a few minutes passed, the angle steel became five shelves with markings that could extend and retract up and down.

After installing the shelves, Lin Yi dragged the five sets of wheel hubs in front of the shelves, used all his strength to place the shelves onto the wheel hubs, and fixed them with screws.

Nodding in satisfaction, those five round hot-dip galvanized steel pipes were also installed by Lin Yi onto the shelves.

After installation, confirming again and again that there were no missing screws and no extra screws, this mortar that had already taken initial shape appeared before Ahmed.

"Look!"

Proudly raising his chin at Ahmed, Lin Yi turned around and dragged that pile of parts whose purpose was indiscernible in front of those several cans.

With his movement, Ahmed finally saw clearly that those metal cans had already been modified; with a screwdriver and wrench, Lin Yi easily split each can into two, dividing them into upper and lower parts.

Those parts whose purpose was indiscernible were also installed onto the cans one by one at this time.

Installing the cans was more troublesome than installing that so-called cannon.

Three hours passed, the gas cylinders disappeared, leaving only twenty cans that looked like mortar shells at a glance standing there.

Looking at these things before him that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, Ahmed didn't know what to say for a moment.

As an armed force resisting America, they needed weapons very much, and they were also very short of weapons.

They also made weapons themselves, but the weapons they made either lacked performance or lacked power, and were moreover troublesome.

Not at all as easy and carefree as Lin Yi did it.

He alone, in just a few hours, had modified five mortars.

Now, all that was needed was to load explosives into these cans, load fuzes, load propellant bags, and assemble them with that crude-looking rack, and it would be a mortar.

A mortar with an incredibly crazy caliber!

"What are you standing there for? Come over!" A voice suddenly rang out, breaking Ahmed's train of thought; coming back to himself and looking toward the sound, he saw Lin Yi waving at him.

Seeing this Arab still standing there stunned, Lin Yi rolled his eyes, pointing at the gas cylinders turned into shells before him and said:

"You've already seen the Beginner Tutorial just now; now, it's your turn."