Xiang Weiguo was indeed a realist, truly a man of his word.
In the ammunition depot, there were carts available, because if everyone had to move boxes of bullets by hand, the efficiency would clearly be too low.
When he came out, Xiang Weiguo was pushing a cart with a box of grenades, several boxes of bullets, and an 88 sniper rifle on it.
Now there were two 88 sniper rifles. The advantage of practicing shooting near an arsenal was first, you would never run out of bullets, and second, you could have any gun you wanted.
"Xiao Yuan, come here, this is for grenade-throwing practice. I don't have high requirements; just throw it to a distance of fifty meters," Xiang ordered.
Gao Yuan took the grenade without a word, threw it with a flick of his arm, then turned back coolly and said, "Look, that's at least 60 meters away, right?"
