Pry open an ammunition box, throw away the cumbersome certificate and usage maintenance manual. This thing is like the clothes on a woman's body; there are those who will set the mood perfectly, heightening anticipation for the experience ahead.
But Su Huan clearly wasn't in the mood for that.
He directly grabbed the small packaged, neatly stacked 5.56 standard rifle rounds inside.
The green outer packaging is like compressed biscuits; tearing it open reveals another cardboard layer, and only then can the painted bullets be seen, neatly clipped on the ammo clip, allowing rapid loading with the loader in the ammunition box.
Grasping a row of bullets in hand, the cold touch brings him an indescribable thrill.
Men have a natural roughness and a yearning for steel and violence.
And firearms and ammunition are undoubtedly the embodiment of that feeling.
"Over here we have rifles."
"Over here, more ammo."
"Here is a flamethrower..."
"Damn, Captain, look what I've found!"
