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Two engineers ran over, sweating profusely.
At a glance, they saw Lin Hao standing next to the armored vehicle with a worrisome look on his face.
"Reporting, Major, Engineers Lieutenant Busen and Koch present!"
Now, seeing these two engineers who had come to report, Lin Hao suddenly regretted something terribly-what on earth had he done! "Take this Storm Type III Vulcan Cannon down. Using the experience you had retrofitting the M334 robots to be handheld, turn this into a handheld version as well..."
The two lieutenants exchanged looks, finally the brown curly-haired Busen stepped forward, "Sir, may I ask which kind of robot is the handheld version intended for? I need to see the carrier first."
Upon hearing this, Lin Hao felt a peculiar pain in his face.
More than thirty people had already gathered around, and other trainees who had just finished choosing their weapons were also curiously making their way over.
Paje, carrying a heavy single-soldier particle cannon in both hands, came over curiously and immediately saw the Nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon being protected at the center by both Mu Fan and Lin Hao.
This big guy's eyes shone with excitement, and with a clang, he threw down the heavy single-soldier particle cannon.
"This is the weapon for real men!!"
The Nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon, including its mount, was so daunting with its nine dark barrel holes that Paje nearly drooled.
Zhang Shaotang, standing beside him, looked at Paje as if he was looking at a fool and quietly stepped back.
There were too many idiots in the team.
First was that core student, now another Big Fool came over.
After some thought, Lin Hao still pointed towards the excited Mu Fan.
"Not a robot... he will use it."
"Who!?"
The two lieutenants gaped, looking at Mu Fan who was clutching the stand without letting go.
Busen felt his brain wasn't quite enough to process this, and he asked incredulously, "Major... are you serious?"
"You're not mistaken, it's him."
"It's impossible!" The exclamation from both Busen and Koch came in unison.
"Huh?" Mu Fan, seeing their reaction, became anxious.
"Why is it impossible?" Fortunately, the Major still upheld a level of professional composure and did not throw the question directly at Mu Fan.
Lieutenant Koch snapped to attention with a salute then quickly responded:
"Reporting, Sir, this kind of Storm Type III Vulcan Cannon is based on the original design of a six-barreled Vulcan Cannon and redesigned to have nine barrels, with a caliber of 17.43mm. This kind of bullet can easily tear apart human flesh and light armor within 1500 meters. But the key issue is not this, but rather, the human body simply cannot withstand the recoil of this Vulcan Cannon! Major, lifting it and actually using it are two completely different concepts..."
Now Lin Hao was in a predicament. Mu Fan beside him still looked disgruntled. Was he trying to cut off his own dinner?
So Mu Fan also looked at Lin Hao, huffing.
Lin Hao closed his eyes, "Just prove it with facts."
Busen and Koch looked at each other and immediately ordered the engineers to bring two boxes of matching tools over.
Bang!
The heavy boxes thudded on the ground.
As the alloy box doors were opened...
The contents slowly came into view.
Those were rows of tools for autonomous robots, though most of them would not be needed now...
For individual use, so they must consider modifying the ammo box and how the weapon is secured to be compatible with what the human body can bear.
A feasible method would be to carry it with both hands.
But this young man was barely 180 centimeters tall, and his muscles
were nowhere close to the bulk of that guy who threw down the particle cannon. With a firing rate of 9600 rounds per minute... this physique might be blown away after just 200 rounds...
They quickly disengaged over twenty fixations of the large Vulcan Cannon, with three soldiers carrying it to the ground.
Then the next step was to reconfigure the motors and the loading mechanisms.
Well, considering the size of the young man, let's cut the ammo box down to one third, 2000 rounds, he would be doing well just to carry
it and run!
Soon, in front of these youngsters, the two lieutenants from the
engineering unit demonstrated their exceptional mechanical skills with the disassembly and modification of the weapon.
Barrel, receiver, rotating body, action, feeding mechanism, motor- watching each component fly through their hands, the light in Mu Fan's eyes ignited.
This unique aesthetic finally captured his attention.
For the first time, he who had an inexplicable aversion to firearms became interested in this crystallization of human wisdom.
Twenty minutes!
When the last alloy U-shaped handle was reverse-buckled onto the weapon's body, a Heavy Fire God Cannon measuring 1760mm in
length lay quietly on the grass.
A long chain of ammunition extended into the nearly one-meter-high hefty ammo box positioned behind; this was already the result of reducing the ammo by two-thirds.
"Report to the Major, the modification is complete. Considering the human body's tolerance, the amount of ammunition has been reduced, with no other changes."
"At the same time, it is recommended that a strong individual test
fires it first, suggesting a 20-round ammo limit. The Storm Type III heavy Fire God Cannon has never been handled by a single person before, so I don't have more data to report."
Upon hearing Lieutenant Busen's report, Lin Hao nodded, "You pick someone to test fire it."
At this point, Mu Fan became anxious, "This is mine!"
Even White Hair beside him couldn't bear to watch, resolving to have
a serious talk with his cheap roommate. Dressed in luxurious clothes worth hundreds of thousands at the time of enrollment, he didn't seem the sort to do such a thing.
Hearing Mu Fan's urgent shout, Lieutenant Koch coughed, "Cadet,
you only need to wait 10 seconds, see the recoil of this Fire God
Cannon before you decide."
"Alright." Seeing that Lin Hao didn't voice support for him, Mu Fan stepped back with unhappiness written all over his face. "That tall guy over there, come here. Yes, you!"
Paje, who was drooling, saw the lieutenant pointing at him, looked
around uncertainly for confirmation, and then walked over excitedly.
With a snap, he stood at attention, a perfect military salute.
"Reporting, sir, Cadet Paje reporting!"
"Would you like to test fire this Fire God Cannon? It may cause bodily
harm."
"Reporting, sir, I am willing!"
Very good.
Then, with the assistance of two lieutenants, the nearly two-meter-tall hulk of Paje first shouldered the heavy ammo box, closing and securing the lock buckles.
Next, Paje slipped his left hand into the handle, and under the
lieutenant's guidance, his right hand grabbed the handle with the
firing button.
Ya!
Finally, the entire weapon system, weighing over 200 kilograms, was
strapped onto Paje.
"How does it feel?" "Reporting, sir, it feels amazing!"
"Very good, everyone please retreat beyond twenty meters." The crowd dispersed, craning their necks to look over here, Paje now
resembled a walking fire-support robot! The dense arrangement of
barrels coupled with the 180-plus centimeters of length was simply terrifying. "Move the target to 20 meters."
"Cadet Paje, do you see the target in front of you? It's a specially made
9 cm thick sand-filled artillery target. Now, lift that big boy in your
hands and open fire! Remember, for the first three shots, each must
not exceed 2 seconds!!" "Understood!"
With an excited roar, Paje's right thumb pressed down hard on the
red button.
With a buzzing sound, the entire weapon body began spinning at high
speed.
The next moment.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
A surge of firelight more than thirty centimeters long shot out from
the barrel.
The youths watched in shock as the one-meter-diameter artillery target was shredded to pieces in half a second.
"Haha, exhilarating!~~"
But it was only for half a second.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..."
The group of youths' eyes widened in surprise because as the metallic
torrent surged onto the target, Paje's entire body vibrated with a
"dodo dodo" sound, his face blurring with the vibration of the weapon body.
He plowed two furrows into the ground with his feet, pushed back a
meter, and then fell backward with the uncontrollably firing Fire God
Cannon.
Holy shit!
In that moment, whether it was the Major, the lieutenants, or the
many cadets, all demonstrated rapid reaction speed.
All went prone!