MTL - American Warehouse Taobao King-Chapter 883 [There is also a layer of glass tube]

   Yang Yong's method is very good, but the danger is too great. The punishment organs for the mine bombs in the artificially poured ice wall are just the most common cotton thread. It is about the same thickness as the cotton thread used to sew clothes. If such a thin cotton thread is hung on a metal hook, the cotton thread must not be broken. If the person who hooks these mines to the bomb launcher will be blown to pieces.

   Thinking of those dense mines and bombs, Hans broke down in a cold sweat and said stutteringly. "David, should we discuss it again? It's too dangerous to mount a metal hook on the cotton thread. After all, the cotton thread is too thin. If it can't bear the weight of the metal hook, what is the person who hooked it? The consequences are obvious.”

  Ouch, I didn't expect that Hans, who was dead-headed, could draw inferences from other facts. Not as impulsive as before, which made Yang Yong very happy, but in order to give Hans a reassuring look and a sense of mystery, Yang Yong just smiled and shook his head and said.

"You haven't already said it, I'm the commander-in-chief, you can only listen to the orders. What should I do? You can do whatever you want, stay aside and don't talk, everything is handled by me, and you will know how to matter."

   Seeing how confident Yang Yong was, and seeing the half-smile of Butler James next to him, Hans knew that he had been tricked again. But what he observed with the naked eye was the truth, why did Yang Yong have such great self-confidence. Why, butler James, knew the danger of such words, but he didn't stop Yang Yong's actions. There must be something tricky in it.

   But he really couldn't find the tricky part, just as Yang Yong said, he had already entrusted everything to Yang Yong. Yang Yong is the commander-in-chief. He is just a soldier who listens to orders. It is better to keep his mouth shut. If you talk too much, you will lose yourself. He is not the material for digging treasures. Since Yang Yong is a professional, he should leave everything to Yang Yong to look after himself, and just do so much.

   Seeing Hans being settled by himself, Yang Yong felt refreshed and picked up the oxygen cutting gun with a smile. Then I took out my own lighter and lit it, and adjusted the oxygen cutting gun to the minimum flame level. A small flame was not as strong as the lighter flame. A gust of wind can be extinguished, what can such a small flame do? If you add a ten-centimeter-thick ice surface to melt, the time it takes is absolutely unimaginable.

   Just when Yang Yong pointed the oxygen cutting gun at the ice surface, Hans finally couldn't bear his thirst for knowledge, and patted Yang Yong on the shoulder and said cautiously. "I said David, can we turn up the flame of the oxygen cutting gun, it is not as big as the flame of the lighter. It will never take more than an hour to heat a ten-centimeter ice surface."

"You have to know that mines are being detonated now. The longer it takes, the more your mental attention will go down. The three of us will die here soon, and there will be no dead bodies. Are they too much? Be careful."

  Yang Yong said while holding the oxygen cutting machine, aiming at the cotton thread trigger in the center, swinging up and down to heat the ice surface, and it started dripping down after a while. "That's why I let you watch. There are many twists and turns in the trigger mechanism left by the Nazis. You just need to watch it. Don't worry. I guarantee you are safe and sound, and don't talk to me again. , I have to concentrate on melting the ice now, if the cotton thread inside is burned out, you will be responsible for the consequences."

   Okay, can I stop talking? Let's be dumb and only listen with our eyes and ears. For the safety of our own lives, it's better not to disturb Yang Yong. But the words were leaning towards Hans. The flame of the oxygen cutting gun was so small that it could only burn out a small hole, and the water dripped down little by little. Ice beads have already formed before reaching the ground. You can imagine how low the temperature of the Arctic Circle is even in midsummer.

   I don’t know what the three Nordic countries think. More than 80% of the area within the country is covered with permafrost covered by glaciers. Not to mention food, even if the grass doesn't grow, why do you need such a large land area? Fortunately, these countries have relatively small populations and are also very wealthy. If you can't grow crops within your own borders, you won't import them, and if you can make your own people starve, you shouldn't rebel.

   With the passage of time, the small flames moved little by little, and the area of ​​the burned ice hole expanded little by little. The depth increased little by little, and Yang Yong's movements became more and more careful when he reached nine centimeters, but in Hans's eyes, Yang Yong's careful movements were a bit too careful.

  Why does it burn the ice surface at the position of the cotton thread trigger, one centimeter above and one centimeter, what is the effect if it is too far away? This is a waste of time, but Hans has learned a lesson that knowing that he is born now can only disturb Yang Yong's attention. He was so blushing that he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, he looked very funny.

   At this time, Yang Yong's movements became more and more stingy and slow, and sometimes he even stopped to take a closer look at the ice surface. Then he took the next step. After ten minutes passed, Yang Yong finally shook his neck and turned off the oxygen cutting gun in his hand.

   At this time, he breathed a long sigh of relief, took out his lighter, lit a cigar, leaned on the ground, and smoked the cigar comfortably. At this time, the case finally couldn't help but leaned over to Yang Yong's side and asked carefully. "Mr. David, don't think that my eyes are not good. There is still a little ice around the line that has not been damaged. Why not continue? Can you tell me the reason for this ignorant person."

  Yang Yong turned around, looked at Hans and said with a smile. "You don't have to be so careful, you don't need to be afraid of the sound when you speak loudly, and send us to heaven. Now that the melting of the ice surface has been completed, as for why there is still a little bit of ice around the line, that's for a reason, you Touch the ice surface you see for yourself and you'll know why."

  My mother, if I were a little stronger, if I broke that cotton thread, we'd be dead here. If you ask me to touch it, I will touch it, but seeing Yang Yong smiling, it doesn't look like he's joking. Yang Yong is not afraid of death, what is he afraid of? There must be another reason why Yang Yong let himself touch with his fingers. What is the reason? You won't know if you touch it.

   Seeing Yang Yong's encouraging eyes, Hans took two deep breaths and took off his thick cotton gloves. With one of my warm fingers, I lightly touched the cotton thread that seemed to be covered with a layer of ice. If the hot finger touched the ice, it would definitely feel very cool and the finger would feel a little wet.

   This is because the body temperature melts the ice surface, but when the finger touches the connection line, the touch of the ice surface is very smooth without feeling the ice surface. There is no melted ice water sticking to the fingers, what's going on? In surprise, Hans picked up the flashlight on the ground and put it in the ice hole that melted into the size of a fist and observed it carefully. And it was illuminated from various angles, and it took a while to know what was going on.