Chapter 191: Father Dover: The Advantage is in Me
When Father Dover and his young soldiers hurried over, Yan Xu was also preparing for battle.

Thanks to the chain reaction caused by the destruction of the Bai Jie Church branch, plus the impact of doing business on the outside world during this period, Yan Xu accumulated a batch of luck points. Although it is not enough to upgrade the system, it is still no problem to use it to produce a wave of soldiers.

He expanded the volunteer team to 200 people in one go, dressed them in the Japanese army uniforms that he had specially ordered in the modern world, put on leggings, carried water bottles, and changed their weapons to the 30-year-old rifles obtained from the late Qing Dynasty. The smell of this little thing immediately arose.

The Type 6.5 rifle is the predecessor of the Type rifle. It only lacks the iconic dust cover in appearance. The data on paper is not bad. It uses mm rifle bullets, has a long range, high accuracy, and small recoil. It is very suitable for short Japanese people. It is used to equip the volunteer team, and it is almost tailor-made for them.

Seeing the warriors of the Survival Squad skillfully pulling the bolts to load bullets, Yan Xu felt that they were more pure, and they could be sent to film an anti-Japanese war movie without even having to put on makeup.

When there is a chance, bring them to be extras, so that the new generation of successors can also see the real fierce side of the Japanese. Don't think that the Japanese are all like fish fillets that can be torn apart with bare hands, and have the illusion that I can do it too.

If we were really that fragile, we wouldn't have fought for eight years, made such great sacrifices, and paid such a high price before we finally won the victory.

Since it was a guerrilla war, Yan Xu could not stay in the Gear Tribe, not to mention that it was not safe there at all. So he personally led the rescue team to find the enemy's only way and set up an ambush.

In fact, it is not difficult to find. The mining town is mountainous and has few roads. Not to mention after the apocalypse, the smaller roads have long been swallowed up by nature, and only one big road remains.

After stepping on the asphalt road and looking at the mine in his hand, Yan Xu scratched his head and finally gave up the idea of ​​burying mines on the main road. Instead, he chose to bury them on both sides of the road.

When we ambush them, the enemy will definitely run to the sides of the road, and then the mines can be used.

The ladies carried baskets of mines and used infantry shovels to bury the mines, while Yan Xu was busy burying the machine gun position.

Because the Maxim water-cooled machine gun was too heavy and large in size, the machine gun position had to be half-buried underground and camouflaged with shrubs and thatch. In addition, the Taijuns also needed to dig trenches on both sides of the machine gun position to prevent the enemy from carrying heavy firepower. Overall, this had to be fought as a real war.

To this end, Yan Xu used his cross-world ability to obtain a batch of arms, including the Type 30 rifle, a water-cooled machine gun, and two large barrels of landmines and grenades.

Because the latter two types are iron shell bombs, the only difference is size. Not only are they less lethal, they are also not convenient to carry and use. Therefore, their power is not enough and they can only be made up by quantity. Yan Xu actually got a large number of them by tons and packed the entire road with them. If the other party did not go through here, it would take a lot of time just to pick them up.

After finishing his work, although not tired, Yan Xu still found a place to lay down a moisture-proof mat, and lay down to rest after eating and drinking.

The Taijuns also separated into teams, put their guns together, and quietly ate the dry food issued to them. Then they maintained their weapons, especially the Type 4 anti-tank mines that were like toilet plungers. These were their express tickets to surpass their peers.

It was impossible for everyone to rest. There were still seven Taijuns riding on the trees and observing around with telescopes. When they saw the smoke and dust forming earth dragons in the distance, they knew that the enemy was coming.

After receiving the news, Yan Xu immediately woke up and came to a machine gun position. The more than six-meter-long canvas machine gun chain with 333 bullets had been hung up, and the assistant gunner was also in position. Now he just had to wait for the other party to enter the ambush circle.

Sitting in a pickup truck, Dover was drowsy, but every time he was about to fall asleep, he would wake up from the sudden bumps. This repeated process made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he wanted to find a flat place to stop and have a good sleep. However, he could not calm down for a day without getting the long-lived biomass, let alone rest, so he could only continue to endure.

Dover lit a special cigarette to refresh himself, squinted his eyes and unfolded the map to see where he was.

"Well, we'll be there soon if we cross this road. I just don't know how strong the so-called Gear Tribe is." Dover said to himself.

Just as Yan Xu had expected, the Bai Jie Church knew nothing about him. They only knew that this wasteland tribe was new and sold some rare luxury goods and old-fashioned muskets in the wasteland world.

These are nothing. Occasionally, some lucky people who dig up underground warehouses will become rich overnight.

However, these people disappear quickly. After all, the greater the wealth, the more powerful strength is needed to protect it, and those who become rich overnight often lack sufficient strength and loyal subordinates.

Perhaps this time, in addition to harvesting a portion of long-lived matter, I could also obtain an increasingly rare underground warehouse, Father Dover, who felt that he had an advantage, thought happily.

As for the issue of military strength, haha, look at the weapons they sell, muskets, paper shell bullets. Has the wasteland now fallen to the point of using weapons from more than a hundred years ago?

Dover was dismissive of this, because no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing about the Gear Tribe that he valued, so High Father Dover continued to smoke leisurely while listening to the piano music playing on the tape recorder. This was a treatment that only the upper class could enjoy.

Yan Xu could already see the Bai Jie Church's convoy at this moment, and immediately frowned, because the convoy was longer than he had imagined.

If there were 300 infantrymen, they could at most move apart half a mile, or even more than a hundred meters. After all, it was impossible for them to march in a single row.

But it is different for a fleet of cars. They must maintain a sufficient distance because the brakes of these modified cars are often like Schrödinger's cat. It is hard to say whether the next kick will work. So if you don't leave enough distance, you might end up hitting the car in front of you.

Therefore, dozens of cars were spread out several miles apart. In this way, by the time the first car passed through the encirclement, the cars in the middle might not have entered the encirclement yet.

At this time, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Yan Xu aimed at the leading modified car and pulled the trigger.

The firing rate of the Maxim water-cooled machine gun was not very fast, with a maximum of 600 rounds per minute, which was far from comparable to modern machine guns. But it was a machine gun after all, and the bullets with a caliber of nearly 12 mm also brought huge lethality. Therefore, even if the leading vehicle was equipped with steel plates, it was still easily penetrated, and a pool of blood suddenly burst out in the cab. Obviously, after the bullet penetrated the steel plate, it no longer brought penetrating power, but the tearing force brought by the tumbling and shattering bullet, which was not something the human body could withstand.

There were a total of six heavy machine guns, which fired crosswise, immediately covering one-third of the convoy. No matter whether they were soldiers hanging outside or people inside the vehicles, they could only face death under the flames of the Maxim water-cooled machine guns.

(End of this chapter)