Chapter 60

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Since the explosion just now, Khalid had been watching Xiao Sadell, so every little movement Xiao Sadell made was seen by him.

He did not speak to remind Xiao Sadell, but struggled over to that cannon and reached his hand toward the 118-liter gas cylinder.

Khalid's movement drew the attention of the others present.

More than ten minutes earlier, when Khalid said these things had great power, not one of them believed him.

After all, TNT was everyone's old friend, the cheapest explosive the Sadell Movement could get hold of and also the most powerful.

Just change to another container, and the explosive power could increase by 500%, plus a biochemical weapon effect—then what were all those years of their suffering worth?

If it were that easy, the Americans would have made it long ago.

Long ago they'd have blown their heads to pieces.

But the explosion just now had completely blown away the last shred of doubt in their hearts, blown it away until not a bit remained.

A few kilograms of TNT, plus a simple container, plus two cans of food, could produce several times the original power—so what about this thing beside them that can hold dozens of kilograms of TNT and is obviously a cannon at a glance?

The power of this thing.

Shouldn't be small!

Under everyone's gaze, Khalid embraced that 118-liter shell with both arms and lifted hard.

It didn't budge.

He laughed embarrassedly, turned around, and cast a pleading look at the people beside him.

No one moved, after all the smell of that electric rice cooker still hadn't dissipated.

And Khalid had stuffed ten cans of food inside it.

If this exploded.

Damn it, Allah might kick them straight down from heaven!

Seeing the people around him not helping, Khalid rolled his eyes and started giving orders directly:

"Three of you, load this shell!"

With clear and distinct orders, three burly men stepped out of the crowd, pinching their noses, expending great effort, before finally stuffing that hundred-plus-kilogram shell into the muzzle.

With the shell loaded, Khalid's little classroom time arrived.

He dragged two people to below the cannon barrel, pointing at the crank below the barrel and said:

"See this tractor crank?"

"It's used to adjust the artillery's elevation angle—left, the barrel rises; right, the barrel lowers."

Khalid went straight to work, holding the frame with his left hand and grabbing the crank to shake it hard.

And the originally lowered barrel slowly rose under his movements, until finally, at a 45-degree angle, gazing up at the sky.

He released the crank.

Khalid lightly patted the barrel a few times with his hand, then pointed his finger below the tail section of the barrel; after the barrel rose, the black engraved line on the barrel and the barrel support formed an angle.

Below that angle was also a black dial with markings and a level.

As soon as the black dial appeared, it attracted everyone's gaze, after all, this thing looked like the only high-tech item on this mortar.

But it also looked like it wasn't that high-tech.

Noticing everyone's attention falling on this black dial, Khalid was very satisfied in his heart—as long as these people focused on it, he could teach them.

He lightly patted the black dial with his right hand, pointing at the level at the center of the black dial and said:

"This is the level; when setting up the barrel, we can adjust the level to make the gun body horizontal."

"This process is relatively complex; normally we don't need to use it."

"As for when the level needs to be used, it's simple—when we're striking a fixed-point target."

Listening to your words is like listening to words.

Xiao Sadell slapped his forehead, raised a hand and pointed at the mortar:

"Stop yapping, just fire it for me! Fire it far!"

If one asked Khalid when he felt most miserable, he would definitely say it was now.

Finally having a chance to show off in front of people, only to be interrupted—that was miserable.

He sighed, walked over to beside the black dial, fiddled with the black dial for a while, then his hand touched the crank again, shaking it a few times to the right to lower the barrel angle.

When the barrel was lowered to a suitable angle, he finally took out a thin hemp rope from his pocket, went behind the barrel and looped it on, then waved for the others to move away.

He also wanted to move away, but when his gaze fell on the big black gas cylinder on the mortar head, he chose to give up again.

There was no way—there were over a hundred kilograms of TNT inside.

According to the lethal radius Lin Yi gave, if he wanted to be safe, he'd have to run at least 500 meters away.

No need for that.

Let him die then!

Anyway, after dying, he could go visit his family with Allah—just didn't know if Allah was telling the truth or lying, whether his family had ascended to heaven.

After Xiao Sadell and his group moved to a safe position, Khalid imitated a movie commander and shouted toward the distance in the night:

"Fire!"

A shout, the rope pulled taut.

Boom!

There was no imagined heaven-shattering destruction, only a very crisp sound.

A flash of fire at the cannon's mouth, and that huge blue gas cylinder vanished, leaving only the smoking barrel pointing slantedly at the sky, like a post-coital cigarette.

The mortar fired, and Xiao Sadell and the others immediately turned their heads, directing their attention toward the selected target in the distance.

It was a lake beach not far away.

If it were daytime, from their position they could just see the remaining reed stalks on the lake beach.

Now it was night, and they could not see them.

The wind over the lake, carrying a bit of chill, blew from the lake surface; amidst the howling wind was mixed a strange sharp whistle.

Before the group could identify the source of that sound, a golden light suddenly lit up on the distant lake beach.

The shining golden light illuminated several hundred meters around the lake beach, and also illuminated Xiao Sadell and the others.

Seeing light at night should be a cause for joy.

But on Xiao Sadell and the others' faces there was no joy, only fear and terror.

Yet within that helpless fear and terror was mixed a bit of excitement, a suppressed excitement.

A full three seconds passed before the sound of the explosion came from the distance, reaching Xiao Sadell's ears.

The sound was deafening, making ears ache; at the moment he heard it, Xiao Sadell's body suddenly straightened, and his undershirt and forehead began to sweat madly, soaking his entire body in just a moment.

He stood there blankly, a pair of eyes staring fixedly ahead, and those beside him could clearly hear the sound of his teeth chattering.

That stench grew stronger!

Not far away, Khalid, who had finished firing the cannon, leaned against the cannon barrel; his right hand took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, but his gaze stared fixedly at the distant lake beach, several times trying to put the cigarette into his mouth, but each time he poked it into his nostrils instead.

He wanted to smile, but more than twenty hours of flying, plus the long journey, and the series of operations just now, had drained the last bit of strength from him.

He opened his mouth, showing several white teeth, and the cool wind immediately carried the smell of herring into his mouth, making him emit several crow-like cries.

Hearing his own voice, Khalid gave a bitter smile, chose to close his mouth, and held his breath.

Before closing his mouth, he suddenly remembered he still had a cigarette in his hand.

This thing must not be seen.

He hurriedly threw the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it with one foot.

Immediately hurried footsteps rang out, and before Khalid could react, his whole body was thrown into the air.