Chapter Sixty

  I don't know if it's because Russians have bigger heads?

  I feel that Russians, especially Russian soldiers' weapons and equipment, even daily necessities can be described in a few words.

  The first feeling is that it's huge and enormous.

  Not to mention those armored personnel carriers that look like a behemoth, even ordinary lunchboxes are quite large in size. I reckon that lunchbox can hold at least enough food for me to eat for a whole day once it's full.

  The second is solid.

  To say nothing of the others, the armor plates hung on the outside of the armored vehicle weigh over 200 kilograms each. According to the technical parameters provided by the Russian military, even if it is hit directly by an RPG, it can still be driven back without falling apart halfway.

  This is the third one, it feels a bit outdated.

  Although Russia has received a lot of equipment left over from the Soviet Union, it looks like a big family on the surface. But it can't withstand the fact that the younger generation is eating away at the older generation, and the annual maintenance costs are astronomical, not to mention the topic of updating and replacing them.

  How else could Russia have lost twelve portable nuclear bombs?

  That's what I figured...

  Anyone who has been a soldier knows what kind of power that nuclear warhead is, ordinary people are not all able to understand the use, maintenance and transportation of nuclear warheads.

  If it were sold as a personal handheld nuclear bomb, I thought to myself that unless those guys had water in their brains, who would dare to sell something that could destroy an entire city in an instant like tea eggs?

  That's just a stopgap measure after going bankrupt from military expenses...

  So when those Russian soldiers asked us to get on the armored personnel carrier, they were a bit shy and didn't want us to see the peeling paint on the compartment walls and the bulletproof armor plates that had obvious signs of renovation.

  The place we're going is an area of low-intensity conflict.

  The Chechen issue has always been a major headache for Russia, with ethnic conflicts, clan conflicts, and sectarian conflicts, in short, all kinds of conflicts that can occur in this world.

  To put it simply, some places that have been plagued by disasters have reached a state of desolation, where ordinary people dare not venture out onto the streets. Even running to a store to buy a few loaves of bread or some potatoes is done with trepidation, for fear of being suddenly and inexplicably shot and killed while walking down the street.

  Those areas of low-intensity conflict are not necessarily much better off either.

  Russia's gun control is already quite strict, almost every household can find one or two firearms, from the oldest Mosin-Nagant rifle to the latest AKU short-barreled paratrooper automatic rifle, and some households even have several RPGs stored away, I guess it's for when they're bored and want to go fishing on the riverbank?

  With a gun in hand, locals naturally have a longer temper.

  What we might consider a mere quarrel would lead locals to pull out handguns from their waistbands and start shooting at each other, with no end in sight until blood is shed.

  If a handgun is not enough to express the anger in one's heart, then it is likely that both parties will jump up and rush home, pull out an automatic rifle from the kitchen stove and rush to the street for a shootout.

  This is a person who can have a friend or brother, seeing that their firepower is not as good as others, it's naturally just a phone call away.

  Who's that? Hurry up and bring your brother over! The kid who glanced at my little aunt last night is having a shootout with me in front of the building, hurry up and come help! Don't forget to go to your second aunt's house before you come and bring the RPG that Second Uncle has been hiding!

  At this rate, a small town with gunfire and explosions is just like New Year's celebrations every day!

  According to the information we have obtained, just two weeks before our arrival in Russia, the low-intensity conflict area we are about to go to has been cleaned up by several Russian brand special forces.

  The suspects who were caught are either on the run or having a holiday in some military prison, and the seized weapons have basically all been concentrated in the local garrison's arsenal for safekeeping. If it weren't for the strict requirements, this place would be no more than the locals looking at people with unfriendly eyes.

  Before boarding, the team leader repeatedly emphasized that we were military observers and absolutely could not intervene in local military affairs. Although we were all issued a small pistol as a self-defense weapon when we boarded, it was strictly forbidden to fire unless our lives were in danger.

  To put it bluntly, before all the Russian soldiers around us are killed off, we can only hold our heads and watch war movies!

  Once the gun is in hand, according to our habit, it's natural to pull out the thing and check it carefully.

  Maybe it's because of our habitual actions, one by one, we all took out bullets, especially the first bullet, and rubbed them against our foreheads. The big fluffy dog that accompanied us on the bus looked a bit puzzled. A pair of bright eyes stared at me and said, "Chinese brothers, what are you doing?"

  I just looked at Da Mao's eyes and nose which were obviously a bit frostbitten and I wanted to laugh.

  After going through that ordeal with Jianlibao, Damao this little guy is clearly a bit intimidated by us Chinese military men. I reckon Damao must be secretly thinking about how this Chinese drink can become so potent after passing through the hands of Chinese military men? This bullet grazed the scalp of a Chinese military man, and it's likely that it could have been used as an RPG warhead too!

  I said to Big Mao, "Big Mao brother, actually it's nothing. Have you heard of Dum Bullets?"

  Dà máo just vigorously nodded and said "I've heard of it, I've heard of it", but aren't the bullets in your hands Dum-Dum bullets? We need to modify the bullet head with tools to convert them into Dum-Dum bullets...

  I took a bullet that was greased on my scalp and threw it at the big fur, saying take a closer look!

  He took it and understood after taking a look.

  Everyone is a master in this line of work. Although the small machines are different, the basic principles are still the same. Once you understand it, it's not worth much.

  This bullet grazed the scalp and became a dum-dum bullet, still the experience passed down by the old comrades of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army back then.

  As for the principle and all that, I won't go into details here.

  In short, it's a routine of alternating hot and cold with temperature differences, especially when used on those cupping jars, the effect is particularly obvious.

  Dà máo nà xiōng dì kàn zhe wǒ de yǎn shén jiù yǒu zhè diǎn zi qīn pèi de gǎn jué le, ér kàn zhe kuàng míng gē gē nà gǎn jué jiǎn zhí jiù shì chóng bài ér qiě shì máng mù chóng bài de wèi dào.

  Dà máo nà xiōng dì bù shǎ, néng kàn chū lái wǒmen zhè jǐ gè chuān zhe yī guān fú zhuāng de xiōng dì jī běn shang jiù shì xiǎo bīng de cāo xíng ér jiàng míng gē gē jiù shì wǒmen zhè qún xiǎo bīng de zhí jiē shǒu lǐng.

  These elite officers are precious wealth in any country's army and are all capable of having a few tricks up their sleeves.

  Someone once said that if a group army were to assemble hundreds of elite officers into an officer assault team, the only target worthy of their attack would be a country's nuclear self-destruct control center!

  Otherwise, it's not worth it!

  The person who said this...

  Seems like his surname is Zhang...