The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 494 - 487: Cannon Transformed into Gun

Chapter 494: Chapter 487: Cannon Transformed into Gun

After honking the car horn a few times, the door of the house opened, and a bald, fat man, covered in tattoos even on his head, came to the doorway.

First he spread his hands, then the big fat man said with a helpless face, "Hey, buddy, I don’t have an access control system here, you can just push the door open instead of honking at my door."

Gao Yang laughed heartily, he extended his fist and bumped it with the big fat man’s, then said with a smile, "Sorry, force of habit, Jack. Let me introduce a friend, Gao Yuan."

Gao Yuan didn’t completely understand their conversation, but he got the general idea, even if he didn’t understand, it seemed like he could tell what was happening by looking.

Gao Yuan extended his right hand, while Jack offered his fist.

Somewhat embarrassed, Gao Yuan quickly changed his extended palm into a fist, but then Jack spread his fist open, resulting in another mix-up in the air—one wanting to fist-bump, the other wanting to shake hands.

"Hi."

An awkward greeting later, Gao Yuan took the initiative again and extended his hand, then Jack grabbed it firmly, as if he was afraid Gao Yuan would try to fist-bump him again.

"Hello."

Gao Yang watched on the side, unable to hold back his laughter, then he said loudly, "Jack, you’ve got work now."

But Jack’s face turned serious, "You look pretty relaxed. Is the war over? How did it turn out?"

"Not bad. Come give us a hand, get the stuff down."

Gao Yuan grabbed a barrel, struggling slightly to get a grip on it, then he called out loudly to Rabbit, "Rabbit, grab some cannon rounds, Xiao Yuan, bring that cannon inside."

A complete, functional M693 machine gun, weighing just over a hundred kilograms, was a weight that, apart from Gao Yuan, others found quite difficult to manage.

While Rabbit was still struggling to take down a box of cannon rounds, Gao Yuan casually picked up an entire machine gun with one hand and a box of ammunition with the other.

Jack couldn’t help but look at Gao Yuan, then he exclaimed in surprise, "He... uh, please come in."

Not many people came to the workshop—just Gao Yuan and Xinghe, along with Gao Yang and Rabbit. There was a lot going on now, and everyone was busy.

Upon entering the workshop, the first thing was a counter filled with handguns, which seemed a bit empty, and behind the counter, a wall filled with various rifles, looking like the common gun shops in America, making one wonder about the relationship with the workshop.

Jack didn’t linger in the gun shop. He opened a door, letting Gao Yang into a workroom behind it, where there were all kinds of machines—various lathes filling a large space.

"Put it here. What do you need?"

Jack walked behind a large wooden table, and Gao Yang simply placed the barrel on it, saying, "Just this."

Jack frowned and said, "Buddy, I’m a gunsmith, this is a firearms workshop, we don’t do cannons."

Gao Yang laughed and said, "Turn this cannon into a gun, make this cannon, this barrel, into a gun that I can use."

Jack frowned and said, "Buddy, no matter how you modify it, it’s still a cannon, not a gun. You’ve got your terms wrong. What you should say is turn it into a cannon that can be operated by a single person."

"Then give me a cannon that can be operated by a single person."

Jack picked up the barrel lying on the table, weighed it, and said, "Twenty kilograms. This is just a barrel. To fire it, you need a whole cannon, which will at least double the weight. Then, if you want it to be operable by one person, you’ll need a very exaggerated recoil system, which will add at least another twenty kilograms. How can a single person carry and operate a sixty-kilogram cannon? If you’re willing to mount this cannon on a vehicle for use, then why not just keep it as is and continue using it on an armored vehicle?"

Gao Yang said with a smile, "Make this cannon under thirty kilograms, then it’ll be fine for two people to operate as a team."

"Thirty kilograms? That’s impossible."

"Don’t say impossible. You can use any method to reduce the weight, even shorten the barrel, as long as you can ensure muzzle velocity and armor-piercing capability. Do whatever modifications you like, sacrificing range or accuracy if necessary."

Jack shook his head and then, somewhat helplessly, said, "This is a small caliber rifled cannon, not a smoothbore gun. It’s not something you can just chop down."

While speaking, Jack took a shell out of the ammo box and then immediately broke into a wry smile, saying, "Such a big shell, the recoil would be... substantial."

The M693’s shell is 20X139mm, quite large indeed, so of course the recoil would not be slight.

Holding the shell and pondering for a moment, Jack spoke gravely, "I need to study it seriously. I’ve never dealt with this type of artillery. Right now, I need to get familiar with it, so I have to test fire, observe, and then I need to create a suitable muzzle brake and springs. But the ultimate weight reduction and decreasing recoil are contradictory objectives. To reduce recoil, you inevitably add weight; every gram has a role to play."

"You only need to know one thing. Turning this cannon into a usable gun is for fighting alien monsters, a type of creature called the Armored Beast. Understand?"

Jack paused for a moment, then, as he kept muttering under his breath and showing reluctance, suddenly perked up and said, "Are you saying that you’re doing this not out of boredom, but to fight monsters? Alien monsters, the big kind?"

"Yes, very big, with extremely hard shells, very formidable creatures! All guns are useless against them; only cannons work. We need to quickly make a prototype cannon, then test it to see if it can penetrate these monsters’ armor."

Jack took a deep breath, then with a serious face, said, "Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why didn’t you tell me sooner that this is a monster-slaying gun? Hand it over! I guarantee you a satisfactory result. Let’s go test fire it now, to the shooting range!"

Jack grabbed the cannon that Gao Yuan had also placed on the table, but what Gao Yuan set down was a cannon, not just a barrel.

As a result, Jack’s face turned red, but he only just managed to lift the cannon a little.

Gao Yuan reached out, took the cannon, and lifted it, then Jack looked at Gao Yuan again.

"I thought this cannon weighed about fifty or sixty kilograms..."

Gao Yang laughed heartily, then he pointed to Gao Yuan again and said, "Bringing him along has another purpose, buddy. He needs the right weapon; what do you think would suit him?"

Jack stared at Gao Yuan for a long time, then touched his bald head and said, "He doesn’t look like a muscle monster. Why is he so strong? Well, suitability still needs testing, but I think a hand cannon might be more suitable for him."

Gao Yang pressed down on Jack, who was turning to leave, and laughed, "Don’t rush. He doesn’t need a defensive handgun; he needs offensive weapons, buddy. Get what I mean? Bring out those heavy hitters."