Grolev was happy to answer Gao Yang's question.

"It depends on how to use it. The copper shell bullets in the United States are the most expensive and have the best accuracy. However, good bullets also need good guns to use. Those shoddy AK47s cannot adapt to this kind of fine grain. Generally speaking, iron shell bullets made in Russia and bullets made in China are all good choices. Well, I personally think that Chinese goods are the best."

When Gao Yang felt inexplicably proud when he heard Grolev say that the bullets produced in his motherland were the best, he asked with interest: "Why do you say that Chinese goods are the best?"

Grolev shrugged and said, "Although I didn't use too many bullets for China, I have fired more than 20,000 rounds. The batch of bullets we bought at that time were all made in China, and that batch of bullets had almost never encountered any problems. In addition, Russian bullets would lose accuracy at 300 meters, while Chinese bullets could still ensure accuracy at 350 meters. The key is that the price is not expensive, so the bullets produced in China are very popular. Unfortunately, they are not always available in Africa. You have to try your luck."

After pausing, Grolev continued without waiting for Gao Yang to ask questions, "As for other bullets made by some Eastern European countries, it's OK, somewhere in Romania or Yugoslavia."

Gao Yang's desire for knowledge has risen. Although he has learned a lot of knowledge from paper, it is not as direct and authoritative as the veteran Grolev, who knows it more directly and authoritatively. After all, users have the most say.

"Where is the gun, which country produces the best?"

Grolev thought for a while before answering: "If you talk about guns, Russian products are the best. Secondly, the ones produced in China are also good and have good reliability. However, if you shoot for a long time, the barrel of the gun is prone to redness and rust easily than that of the Russian products. However, the quality is guaranteed and it is as easy to use no matter when it is produced.

Then the guns produced in Romania are also very good, some are even better than Russian products, but the biggest problem is that the quality of guns produced in Romania in recent years is a little worse. You have to find ones produced before 1990, which is the best choice. Of course, except for those produced in Romania, the newer and bullets are made there, the better, oh, except those printed in Arabic, don’t care whether they are new or old, don’t care whether they are guns or bullets, throw them away, so as not to let you die.”

After keeping Grolev's words in mind, Gao Yang threw away the bullet in his hand, clapped his hands, and said, "It seems that I have a lot of things to learn. I have to ask you for advice when I look back. Unfortunately, we can't waste time now, let's withdraw."

Grolev nodded and said, "Wait, although these bullets are rubbish, there are still good things, look at this."

After saying that, Grolev kicked open a box, took out a mortar shell from the box, swayed at Gao Yang, and smiled and said, "Look at this, the Russian-made 82mm mortar shell, it seems that they plan to use this as a bomb, and we can use it as a grenade."

The 82mm mortar shell looked quite big. Gao Yang walked over and took one and weighed it in his hand. He felt that a mortar shell must have three or four kilograms. He couldn't help but frown and said, "It's so heavy, can you throw it away? You won't blow yourself up, right?"

Grolev laughed and showed Gao Yang the muscles on his arm, and smiled and said, "I can throw it out for more than ten meters, but the most important thing is that our opponent will be in the house, right? So there is no need to throw it out far away."

Gao Yang thought what Grolev said made sense, and said excitedly: "It's great. There are four shells here, and you can take them all to let those bastards taste the taste of their own shells."

Grolev carried the box containing shells, and Gao Yang held the machine gun for him. The two of them quickly went down to the first floor. After arriving at the first floor, Gao Yang was not polite and directly gave the machine gun in his hand to Cui Bo and asked Cui Bo to get the machine gun for Grolev.

Gao Yang brought the night vision device and looked out. He didn't find anyone attracted by the gunshots. The gunshots that kept ringing in the city covered them. After confirming that they were safe, Gao Yang was about to leave when he saw the bodies of Fedor and Malik, and suddenly felt that he could not leave like this.

Gao Yang stopped and said to Cui Bo: "We can't let Fedor and Malik hang it like this. Even if they can't take their bodies away, they have to put them down and turn on the lights."

After turning off the night vision device, Gao Yang asked Grolev to watch, and then worked with Cui Bo to put down Fedor and Malik's bodies, but they didn't have much to do. They had no time to bury the bodies, nor could they take them away.

Gao Yang thought for a while and sighed, "Or why we burn their bodies? We can't just leave them here like this, so as not to be punished after death."

Cui Bo shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The neighbors here are actually pretty good. They should collect the corpses of Lao Ma and Fedor. Don't kill them. Malik's beliefs do not allow him to be cremated."

When it comes to the issue of faith, Gao Yang also felt that it was difficult to cremate Fedor and Malik. Looking at Fedor and Malik's twisted faces, Gao Yang felt extremely sad, and at the same time he hated the murderers very much.

At this time, Gao Yang suddenly felt that he should get something. He quickly walked to the window of the store and reached out to pick up a short-handled axe from the windowsill.

The axe should have a leather sheath, but Gao Yang didn't see it and was too lazy to look for it anymore. He hung the axe on the combat vest on his left chest. There was a Velcro hanging ring. It was originally used to place the knife, but Gao Yang's hunting knife was not suitable to be hung up, but it was just right to insert the axe upward and the handle of the axe downward into the hanging ring, and it was also very convenient to hold it.

Looking at Cui Bo's puzzled eyes, Gao Yang said, "This axe was used by Malik this afternoon. He put it on the windowsill. I think it's more meaningful to bring this axe to avenge him. Besides, if you have the chance to use it, even if Yu Malik takes revenge by himself."

When Cui Bo heard this, he thought Gao Yang's words made sense, so he looked around in the store, but felt that there was nothing convenient to carry, so he simply took a shovel, which was not a scoop. It was just an ordinary shovel that could often be used in a garden, but it was very useful if it was used to swing people.

Cui Bo inserted the shovel into the plug-in of the backpack and said, "Okay, let's go. Speaking of which, the things in Lao Ma and his store are all good things, all imported goods from Europe. They are expensive."

Gao Yang was in a bad mood. After hearing Cui Bo's words, Gao Yang also wanted to find a topic to relieve his depression. Finally, after looking at the bodies of Fedor and Malik, Gao Yang turned off the lights in the store and said as he walked: "I know that the axe I took was a Glensford brand axe made in Sweden. Don't look like a Nordic farm axe, it's very expensive. The model I took was called camping. The things on this brand are said to be handmade. You also know that if you get handmade in Europe, it's expensive. Just such a small axe sold for about one hundred euros."

Cui Bo said in surprise: "Brother Yang, I know you are quite knowledgeable about knives. I didn't expect you to know so much about axes. Can you also know the origin of a Nordic farm tool axe?"

Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "You forgot that brother, did you want to find a mountain to live in? Remember the video I gave you, the documentary film of the Northern Wilderness series by Ray Mills, he used this brand of axe. After watching it, I wanted to buy one. I checked the price and scared me. With shipping costs, this axe was more than 1,000 yuan in China, and I didn't want to buy it later. I didn't expect to meet it here, but Ray Mills used a small jungle, which was bigger. In fact, I also wanted a small jungle, but it was too long and difficult to carry. It was not like this camping axe, which was just the same length."

Cui Bo said disapprovingly: "I remember the movie you mentioned, but that movie looks pretty good. I just can't understand the whole English, and I don't know if there are any Chinese subtitles versions now. Hi, I'm not interested in axes, and I'm even less interested in such expensive axes."

Gao Yang said in a deep voice: "I have lived in the wilderness for more than three years. At that time, I thought it would be great if I had an axe. Although I had enough of living in the wild, I am more interested in the axe now, and what I am more interested in is being able to use this axe to chop off the guy named Sharim."

Cui Bo nodded and said, "That's right, we'll chop up Malik's axe as much as they cut Malik, but Brother Yang, can you do it?"

After thinking about this question carefully, Gao Yang finally said dejectedly: "Oh, I think it's still a big deal. You can ask me to kill someone with a gun. I don't feel anything big anymore, but if I ask me to chop someone with an axe, I guess I can't do it."

Cui Bo snorted coldly and said gritting his teeth: "I may be able to do it. If you can't let me do it, you must chop off the bastard's head. First, pay tribute to Malik and Fedor, and then play as a ball. Fedor is fine, but Malik has his wife and children, and the family is all raised by Malik. He dies, his family lives like this. When I think of this, how can I still not do it?"

Although I couldn't understand what Gao Yang and Cui Bo were saying, Grolev whispered: "You two should shut up and discuss things. There is time to look back, but it's better to keep quiet now."
Chapter completed!