Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang opened the armory door.

Sure enough, the door was blocked by heavy shelves and crates. Zhang Lang pushed aside these obstacles and saw a mummified corpse dressed in military uniform.

There are no signs of mutation?

The skeletons we've seen along the way have all undergone some degree of alteration. This skeleton, however, looks human. Did it escape the poisonous fog? Or did it die here before being poisoned?

Could it be that there was an immune person who ended up trapped here and couldn't get out?

Zhang Lang nodded at the corpses, then turned to look at the supplies around him. The disaster had struck so suddenly that the soldiers were either infected or killed by the mutated monsters, leaving them with no time to use up their stockpiled weapons. As a result, the supplies here were in remarkably good condition.

The shelves were stacked with rows of shells and ammunition boxes, grenades and incendiary bombs were arranged in boxes, and rows of bolt-action rifles were neatly hung on the gun racks. Crates of different sizes were also neatly stacked on the ground.

Zhang Lang picked up a bolt-action rifle, pulled the bolt to test it, and found it to be in excellent condition and should be usable. He then opened several ammunition boxes, found suitable bullets, and loaded them into the rifle one by one. He tried aiming a few times and found the feel to be quite good.

It seems that all the equipment here should be usable, but unfortunately, Zhang Lang can't take it all. He plans to take a few guns and plenty of bullets first, and come back a few more times when he has the chance.

Zhang Lang glanced around, picked out a few rifles, grabbed a box of ammunition, and also found a box of grenades, which he carried along... However, there were just too many things; his two hands simply weren't enough...

After thinking for a moment, he searched around and found many stacked cardboard boxes in the corner. The boxes indicated they had previously contained military rations, but were now empty. He also found a long, rectangular metal box in the corner… If all else failed, he could empty its contents; it would be large enough to hold ammunition boxes and grenade boxes!

With Zhang Lang's current physical fitness, weight is not a problem; the main issue is that it's easy to lift.

Thinking of this, he walked over and opened the two-meter-long iron box.

"Wow!" Zhang Lang's eyes lit up when he saw what was inside!

Inside was a three-barreled revolver light machine gun! Next to the gun barrel were two reels of ammunition belts, the bullets on them were thick and long, and the bottom of the cartridge case was marked with "twelve", which was the same as the bullet number of the Tiger Roar Revolver.

No wonder the tiger's roar was so powerful; it turns out it used the same bullets as light machine guns!

Zhang Lang immediately removed a bullet and tried to insert it into the revolver. He found that the thickness was just right, but the machine gun bullet was too long. After inserting it, the bullet tip protruded a bit and could not be locked onto the revolver.

It seems that the number represents the type of cartridge case!

In this world, bullets have not evolved to have a shoulder. Unlike the bottle-shaped bullets that are the mainstream in many other worlds, the bullets and cartridge cases in this world are basically the same thickness. The thickness of the cartridge case basically represents the caliber of the bullet. Combined with the length, they are labeled with a number. The factory produces them uniformly. As for which bullet to use, it is installed according to different needs.

Zhang Lang shook his head and brought out the light machine gun. This thing weighed several dozen kilograms, and if you included the gun mount next to it, it would probably weigh over a hundred kilograms. If you added the bullets... tsk tsk tsk.

Before the invention of electric motors, these lightweight machine guns were typically operated by hand to rotate and change the barrel, increasing the rate of fire. Although their speed was far from comparable to that of true fully automatic rifles, they were deadly weapons on the battlefield, killing machines when faced with weapons that required pulling the bolt after each shot!

However, Zhang Lang shook his head and put the thing aside.

While its power is immense, its weight is far too great to be brought into the mission world. For Zhang Lang, a weapon that cannot be brought into the mission world is of little use.

However, these bullets… Zhang Lang compared them with the Tiger Roar revolver and found that the protrusions were mainly in the bullet heads… The bullet heads of this light machine gun were long, heavy, and pointed. Zhang Lang used a chop to try and cut off a section of the protruding bullet head, making it flat-headed, but shortening it considerably. Now, it could finally be loaded into the revolver's magazine.

That makes sense. Since the cartridge cases are the same type, modifying the bullet should make it compatible. However, the bullets for these light machine guns are all made of steel, and without Zhang Lang's expert skills, modifying them wouldn't be so easy...

That said, the Tiger Roar revolver was actually made with a cartridge case that was compatible with a light machine gun. No wonder it was able to kill the monster bear. I have to say that the person who made this gun was crazy, and the person who dared to use it was even crazier!

He thought for a moment, then emptied the contents of the iron box, leaving only the two trays of bullets to modify later.

Then, he picked up more ammunition boxes, a box of incendiary bombs, and a box of hand grenades, stuffing the iron box to the brim. In particular, he filled the two trays of light machine gun ammunition with a lot of stuffing, such as tarpaulins, to prevent the bullets from being detonated by impact during movement. Later, he felt that it was still not enough, so he thought of the corpse.

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Zhang Lang walked over and tore off the corpse's military uniform, but as he pulled, a diary fell out of his arms.

Zhang Lang caught it, squinted at the corpse, and opened the diary...

"I don't know what time it is... I only remember that when the disaster broke out, it was shortly after the Spring Festival. Now it seems to be summer outside, so it must have been at least five months... This is the first time I've been in hibernation for such a long time. The longest I've ever been in hibernation before was only a week... It seems that this terrifying poisonous fog is indeed more dangerous than imagined..."

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes. This person really survived?

The disaster did indeed occur shortly after the Spring Festival last year. It's summer now; if this guy had woken up this summer, he couldn't have decomposed into a skeleton so quickly. This means he really did wake up last summer! Zhang Lang frowned, surprised that besides himself, there really were other survivors in the world!

He continued reading.

"By the way, my ability is hibernation. No matter what disease I get or how badly I'm injured, as long as I don't die on the spot, I can maintain the minimum physiological activity by entering hibernation. I'll wake up after the disease is cured and the wounds are healed. Of course, it's also possible that I'll be killed in the middle of my sleep... So I don't think it's a very useful ability."

"Generally speaking, most injuries and illnesses can be completely healed overnight, and more serious ones will usually be cured in two or three days. I remember when I was a child, there was a plague in the village, the kind that was incurable. People who got sick would have sores all over their bodies and die from vomiting blood. That time, I hibernated for a week... But this time, I hibernated for a full five months!"

"However, my ability isn't omnipotent. If it's a limb injury, the wound can heal, but the lost limb can never be found again. For example, my left little toe..."

Zhang Lang glanced down at the guy's left foot, kicked it, and because the flesh was all gone, the shoe came off loosely, revealing the foot bone underneath... indeed, the little toe was missing.

"Sigh, why am I writing this? Probably because I'm afraid I'll never get out again. There are always strange noises outside the warehouse door, and I absolutely dare not open it... Through the small window in the wall, I can see that the buildings in the city have become ruins, and every now and then some monsters I've never seen before jump out... Maybe they were all once people... Could I be the last person still alive in the world?"

"Perhaps somewhere in the world, there are other survivors... If a powerful superhuman leads a team to wipe out the monsters of the world, they will find me... Of course, maybe by the time they arrive, I will already be dead... Then this diary will be proof that I once lived here..."

"If anyone reads this, I hope you'll remember that there was once a weak and incompetent superhuman who eked out a living here for at least five months... though he spent most of his time sleeping..."

"Ugh, I have to stop writing now. I just woke up and I'm starving. I need to get some nutrition... Luckily, besides weapons, there are other supplies stored here, like military rations and even stationery and ink... If I can keep going, maybe I can write a book... Once world order is restored, I'll name it 'The Apocalypse Survival Handbook,' and it might even become a bestseller!"

After reading this page of the diary, Zhang Lang couldn't help but smile. This guy seemed to be a pretty optimistic person, still able to envision a bright future in the face of such a world.

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