blogombal Chapter 395 Type 56 Semi-Automatic - Sight Version
Chapter 395 Type 56 Semi-Automatic - Sight Version
Chapter 393 Type 56 Semi-Automatic - Sight Version
[Copenhagen, Hunter's House Arms Store]
The warm lighting inside the store illuminates the antlers hanging on the wall and the exquisite hunting knives in the display case, creating a strong Nordic hunting atmosphere.
Before heading to Greenland, Lin Yu-an had to resolve the most crucial issue: equipment.
While the Mauser M18 is excellent for precision shooting, it clearly lacks sufficient stability on the frigid ice fields of Greenland.
He needs a rifle that can still function reliably in the harshest environments on the planet.
A young shop assistant enthusiastically promoted the store's expensive items, "Sir, how about this Blaser R8? It has a carbon fiber stock and is extremely lightweight."
Lin Yu'an did not respond, but simply shook his head slightly.
At that moment, a white-bearded boss wearing a tweed vest approached and politely asked in English, "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?"
"I need a rifle," Lin Yu'an said bluntly. "It will be used in extremely harsh environments—minus thirty degrees Celsius or even lower. I need it to be absolutely reliable."
Upon hearing the keywords "minus thirty degrees Celsius" and "absolutely reliable," the boss's professional smile vanished instantly.
A glint flashed in those eyes that had seen countless people. He realized that the man before him wasn't the "weekend hunter" who had come to buy a decoration to hang on the wall.
He didn't speak immediately, but nodded slightly, then turned and walked deeper into the shop, taking out a rifle with a cold metallic luster from the display case as he spoke.
"Sir, if your life hangs by a thread, and all you are around are ice, snow, and wild beasts—"
"Then God will forgive you for not bringing the Bible, but He will never forgive you for not bringing this—Sako85"
Kodiak (Sakor 85 Kodiak Bear).
The boss gently stroked the gun with his fingers, his eyes filled with almost devout admiration, and began to explain in detail the origins of this "King of the Arctic".
"It comes from Finland, where people know what extreme cold is. It's the pinnacle of Sako Arms Factory, designed specifically to cope with the world's harshest living conditions."
"Look at this stock," the shopkeeper said, pointing to the gray and black, finely textured gun body.
"This isn't ordinary walnut wood; that's for gentlemen in greenhouses. This is aerospace-grade laminated hardwood. It's made by bonding multiple layers of hardwood together with high-pressure resin, resulting in extremely high density."
"Even when solid wood warps and loses precision due to drastic temperature changes of minus forty degrees Celsius, it remains absolutely rock-solid."
Then, the boss pointed to the gleaming barrel, his eyes filled with admiration: "And look at this 21.25-inch (about 54 centimeters) short barrel. It's the soul of the whole gun."
"It is made of high-grade stainless steel using a cold hammer forging process, and the surface has been specially matte-finished to prevent reflections from startling prey."
"In dense bushes, on a narrow snowmobile, or in a tent, a long barrel is a hindrance, but this allows you to take up a gun in half a second."
The boss held up the rifle with both hands and handed it to Lin Yu-an to feel its weight: "Can you feel it? The whole rifle weighs 3.7 kilograms, and with the ammunition, it's close to 4 kilograms. Some people think it's heavy, but in large-caliber shooting, weight is God."
"When you fire .375H&H ammunition, which has 4000 joules of kinetic energy, it will ensure that your muzzle does not jump into the sky, giving you a valuable opportunity to fire a follow-up shot."
"And its heart," the shopkeeper said, skillfully pulling back the bolt, the crisp, smooth sound echoing in the quiet shop.
"This is Sako's proud 85 series action mechanism, which features the most classic controllable feeding design."
He deliberately flipped the gun over to show the details of the bolt head: "See this huge claw-shaped extractor? As soon as the bullet leaves the magazine, it will bite the cartridge case tightly."
"Whether you're lying down in the snow, running hard, or even with the gun upside down, it guarantees 100% loading and ejection."
"You wouldn't want your weapon to jam when facing a charging polar bear, would you?"
"In the professional hunting guide community, it's known as the last line of defense. This isn't a gun for competition; it's a gun for survival."
"I'll take this Sako." He made his decision decisively.
The boss smiled with satisfaction and was about to turn around to pack the leftovers.
Just then, Lin Yu'an's peripheral vision inadvertently swept over an inconspicuous corner behind the counter.
Amidst a pile of gun cleaning cloths and discarded parts, leans an old gun that seems out of place among the expensive European shotguns around it.
It has that signature wooden stock with a glossy red sheen.
But what surprised Lin Yu'an the most was that there was a very modern black long rail spanning the top of the receiver of this old gun, and there was even a scope mounted on it.
This extreme contrast is like putting a pair of high-tech aviator sunglasses on an old farmer wearing a worn-out cotton-padded coat.
"Wait a minute," Lin Yu'an called out to the shopkeeper, pointing to a corner, "Is that—a Chinese-made Type 56 semi-automatic rifle?"
The shopkeeper followed his finger, paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh, that's a strange gun, sir. You have a keen eye; you even spotted it in this corner."
The boss walked over, casually picked up the gun, and dusted it off.
"That's right, this was brought back from Canada. It's a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle that China North Industries exported to Canada back then. In those days, this thing was cheaper than firewood in North America."
"Since they're cheap goods, why are they in your store?" Lin Yu'an asked with great interest.
The shopkeeper handed the gun to Lin Yu'an, pointing to the conspicuous black rail on the gun's body, his tone revealing a businessman's shrewdness: "This gun itself isn't valuable; without considering the accessories, it's probably only worth a few hundred crowns. What's truly valuable is this spine on its back."
"This is a KwikRail (quick-release long rail) manufactured by a Canadian company called Magwedge."
As the shop owner demonstrated, he explained, "You know, the receiver cover of the SKS is loose, so you can't install a scope on it."
"But the Canadians designed this rail, which is like a bridge, spanning directly over the receiver cover. The front end is locked to the scale mount, and the rear end is locked to the receiver with a large pin."
"We put it here as a negative example," or—an extreme demonstration sample.
"A demonstration sample?" Lin Yu'an ran his fingers along the sturdy aluminum alloy rail, feeling its cold and solid texture.
"Yes," the boss shrugged, "Many customers used to not believe in the stability of this kind of guide rail."
"We tell our customers, look, even on an old, cheap gun like the SKS with huge tolerances, this rail makes the scope's zeroing point as stable as a rock."
"You can try it at our firing range. I guarantee it won't go astray even after firing a whole magazine. It'll be even more reliable when mounted on a more precise rifle."
"This gun was just a testing ground to prove how amazing this rail was. Now that the company's products are famous, there's no need for testing anymore, and this gun has just been gathering dust in a corner."
Lin Yu'an didn't say anything. He raised the old gun, which the boss called a "negative example," and pressed it against his shoulder.
Although the stock was somewhat worn, the rigid connection provided by the long guide rail made the gun's center of gravity surprisingly comfortable.
The field of view is clear and stable through the scope.
The "56" designation means it's dirt-resistant and freeze-resistant, and its semi-automatic structure means it has continuous pressure. As for its affordability, it means you can toss it into the sled like a crowbar without feeling bad.
But this old gun had a fatal flaw in the past: if you wanted to install a scope, you had to replace the receiver cover, and it would tilt after firing, making it impossible to keep the zero.
Now, this gun is equipped with a Magwedge rail, which uses the rear sight base for rigid fixation, completely making up for the only shortcomings of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle: accuracy and expandability.
With the addition of this guide rail, which took half a century to develop, it is no longer a fire poker, but a perfect weapon.
Lin Yu'an put down the gun, looked at the puzzled boss, and smiled slightly.
"I want this gun, along with the rails and the scope."
The shopkeeper's eyes widened: "Sir? Are you serious? You just bought a top-of-the-line Sako, and now you want to buy this piece of junk for demonstration?"
Lin Yu'an gently patted the warm, red wooden base, his eyes resolute: "It's not junk."
"Just like you said, if even this old gun can be tamed by this rail, then it will be a more reliable partner in the polar regions than any precision instrument."
"Wrap it up. And remember, take good care of this gun too."
[Three days later, Copenhagen Kestrup Airport, Terminal 3]
There was no grand send-off ceremony. Lin Yu'an declined Yepesen's offer to send a luxury car and appeared alone in the departure hall, which was decorated in a minimalist Nordic style.
His figure stood out among the hurried travelers as he pushed an airport trolley piled high with two Paliken 1650 security cases and a long, hard-shell gun case.
The wheels of the box truck rolled over the smooth terrazzo floor, producing a deep and rhythmic rumble.
Inside those two huge black security cases were camera equipment worth over $50,000, as well as six high-capacity, heat-resistant, explosion-proof batteries specially made for polar environments.
But the gun case at the very top is the real star of today's show.
Lin Yu'an held a special boarding pass in his hand and a blue folder between his fingers. The gold-embossed seal of the Royal Danish Greenland Office on the cover shimmered faintly under the cold light.
That was a "special pass" that Yepesen obtained through his personal connections, authorizing non-Indigenous personnel to conduct anthropological research in the Thule Defense and Indigenous Reserve.
In the remarks section of the pass, Lin Yu-an's identity was highlighted in bold as: "Special Guest Folk Custom Recorder/Polar Survival Expert".
This is a golden ticket to the ends of the earth.
"Sir, please show your special permission. This is the special baggage check-in counter."
At the dedicated check-in counter for flights to Conkruswag, Greenland, a blonde, blue-eyed ground staff member was initially looking down and organizing labels.
When he saw the gun case on Lin Yu'an's cart, his professional smile vanished instantly, and his expression turned serious.
Although it's not uncommon for tourists to go cattle hunting in Greenland, the size of the gun case and the warning labels on it indicated that it contained a large-caliber rifle.
Getting to that specific coordinate requires the highest level of approval from Copenhagen.
Lin Yu'an remained calm as he gently slid the blue folder across the counter.
The ground staff member glanced at it, her gaze lingering on the stamp and the word "Thule" for three seconds.
His previously formulaic expression instantly became respectful, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise.
This is Denmark, and very few people can obtain such a pass to travel to the US military base and the indigenous buffer zone.
She quickly typed a string of code on the keyboard, and the word "CLEAR" appeared in green on the screen. She looked up and pointed to the long, rectangular gun case: "Access confirmed. Routine security question, Mr. Lin. Has the bolt been removed and separated from the gun's identification? According to IATA..."
According to aviation regulations, were the ammunition individually packaged and manufactured by the original manufacturer?
"certainly."
Lin Yu-an patted the sturdy-looking tactical backpack he carried with him. "The bolt has been removed and wrapped in oil paper in this backpack. I will arrange for it to be shipped separately."
He paused, then pointed to a blast-proof box on the lower level of the cart: "As for the ammunition, it contains 40 Barnes TSX all-copper hunting rounds, plus 120 rounds of 7.62mm soft-point bullets, with a total weight of 4.8 kilograms including the packaging box."
The ground staff member smiled with complete relief, not only because the paperwork was complete, but also because of the seasoned demeanor emanating from the Asian man in front of her, which suggested an absolute mastery of the rules and equipment.
She handed back the documents and boarding pass with both hands, her eyes filled with sincerity: "Good luck. The weather forecast says the weather along the Northwest Passage hasn't been very good lately."
"Thanks."
Four hours later, the massive red fuselage of the Airbus A330-800neo landed in Conkruswak, the gateway to western Greenland.
But this is just a transit point.
The prosperity here had nothing to do with Lin Yu'an. Carrying his bag, he boarded a small red Chongfeng-8 propeller plane with only about thirty seats in the cold wind.
As the plane roared into the sky and took off, the scenery outside the window changed completely.
The lush green continent of Europe has vanished, replaced by a suffocating white landscape.
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The boundless Greenland ice sheet covers every inch of land in sight. Black mountain peaks pierce the ice like shark fins, menacing yet silent.
There were few passengers in the cabin, except for a few tired-looking Danish engineers, the rest were dark-skinned Inuit locals wearing sealskin coats.
They spoke in hushed tones in a guttural language (Greenlandic) that Lin Yu-an couldn't understand at all.
Lin Yu'an took out an action camera and filmed a time-lapse video of the ice field outside the window.
Another three hours of bumpy flight, with a stopover in Upenavic.
Finally, the captain's accented announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to arrive in Karnak. The ground temperature is -32 degrees Celsius, and the northwest wind is at force 6. Please fasten your seatbelts."
The plane began to shake violently, like a withered leaf struggling in a gale, before landing on the runway.
Karnak Airport, Greenland
It's called an airport, but it's really just a gravel runway laid on permafrost and a blue tin shack.
The moment Lin Yu'an stepped out of the cabin, a chilling gust of air, as sharp as a knife, instantly pierced through his expensive down jacket and went straight to his bone marrow.
The moisture in my nasal cavity instantly froze, and every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass.
"call----"
This was the taste he knew, the taste of the wilderness.
He carried his heavy suitcase and gun case into the shabby waiting area.
The hall was empty except for an old man wearing a heavy sealskin coat and sunglasses, who stood in the corner like a statue.
His face was etched with deep lines from the elements, and his skin had a bronze color characteristic of long-term exposure to ultraviolet rays.
Seeing Lin Yu'an walk in, the old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of cloudy but sharp dark brown eyes.
He didn't hold up a sign; he just looked Lin Yu'an up and down, his gaze lingering on the huge gun case for two seconds.
"Lin?" The old man's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, and he spoke in broken Danish English.
"It's me." Lin Yu'an stepped forward and extended her hand. "You were introduced by Mr. Yepeson—"
"Audak." The old man didn't shake hands, but simply gave his name.
That is also the name of a famous legendary guide in Greenland's history, the man who accompanied explorer Piri to the North Pole.
Lin Yu-an carried the heavy camera equipment case on his back, picked up the gun case with his left hand and the bag of supplies with his right hand, and walked out with a relaxed expression.
"Where's the car?" Lin Yu'an asked.
"Outside. Stay close, don't fall behind."
Mid-April in Greenland is the most enchanting time of the year.
In this northernmost town in the world, there are no taxis, no paved roads, and no night.
Although it was already 8 p.m., the sunlight outside the window was still as dazzling as midday.
The "special car" that picked up Lin Yu-an was a heavily modified Toyota Hilux.
To protect himself from the intense glare reflected off the snow, Odak, in the driver's seat, wore an exaggerated pair of ski goggles, making him look like a retro pilot.
"Hey! Did you bring sunglasses? If you don't wear sunglasses here, you'll go blind in less than an hour!"
With one hand on the steering wheel, Odak pointed out the golden-white world outside the window and shouted, "This is Karnak! It's now the City of Light!"
Four giant tires wrapped with thick anti-skid chains were carving deep grooves into the sun-softened surface of snow as the engine roared.
Odak excitedly patted the dial, "In another week, we'll be experiencing true polar day. You'll have to nail the windows shut if you want to sleep!"
Outside the window, the town's scenery appears surreal under the low-angle golden sunlight.
The colorful red, blue, and yellow wooden houses are scattered like building blocks on the dazzling white slope, their long shadows giving them a three-dimensional feel.
"See those houses?" Odak pointed out the window. "Each one has wooden stakes half a meter high supporting it. That's to prevent the heat from inside from melting the permafrost."
"It's like floating on ice." Lin Yu'an squinted as he looked at the shimmering sea ice in the distance.
"That's right! You're very smart!" Odak laughed, revealing a set of teeth slightly yellowed from years of chewing tobacco, and he started talking non-stop: "Actually, we didn't live here before. If you had been born sixty years earlier, you would have had to go to old Tule in the south to find us."
"But then the Cold War came, and the Americans wanted to build that huge air base, with enormous B-52 bombers roaring overhead every day."
"There was no other way; the Danish government forced our entire village to relocate to this more northerly place in 1953."
He pointed to the deep blue sea in the distance, still covered by a thick layer of ice: "But it's not bad here either, April is the best time! The sea ice is as hard as steel, and the sun is warm. For hunters, it's paradise."
"So it's hunting season now?" Lin Yu-an asked.
"Oh, of course! This is when Nanook (the polar bear) takes his cubs out for a walk, and it's also when the musk ox's fur is at its thickest!"
Odak gestured animatedly, "Yesterday my cousin saw a herd of musk oxen on the edge of the glacier. The ice conditions are perfect right now; you can run dog sleds and ride motorcycles. All the men in town are sharpening their knives!"
At this point, he turned to look at Lin Yu'an, his eyes behind his goggles filled with anticipation: "Niels said you came here specifically to record these things?"
"It's a good thing for us. Now young people all want to go to Copenhagen to work, and nobody wants to listen to our stories about waiting for seals to breathe in ice holes anymore."
The car rounded a huge snow slope, where hundreds of Greenland sled dogs were lazily lying on the snow basking in the sun. When they saw the car, they burst into a magnificent howl like ocean waves.
The pickup truck eventually stopped in front of a detached cabin on the edge of town.
Under the intense sunlight, water droplets from the melting snow on the roof dripped onto the eaves, but this did not signify warmth—the air remained bitterly cold.
"We're here. This is where you'll be staying." Odak jumped out of the car and helped Lin Yu'an unload the two heavy Perricone suitcases.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a wave of heat mixed with a unique smoky smell rushed out.
The room wasn't large, but it was very clean. Thick blackout blankets were hung on the windows to block out the never-ending sunlight.
A black iron furnace was burning red-hot, making crackling sounds.
"Can you smell it? That's the smell of coal." Odak pointed to the iron bucket next to the stove. "Although it looks sunny outside, it can still drop to minus twenty degrees Celsius at night."
"Here, coal is more precious than gold. It's all shipped in, so every piece has to be used sparingly. But it's powerful and lasts longer than oil."
He walked to the stove, skillfully poked the fire with an iron hook, and then added a piece of black coal. Blue flames instantly rose in the firebox. "I live in the big house next door. If you need anything, or if you want to try my wife's freshly made marinated narwhal skin, just knock on the door anytime."
After saying that, he turned around and pointed with his large, gloved fingers to the sky outside the window, where there was no twilight at all: "Get some rest. Don't stay up until the sun sets. Tomorrow morning, when the ice is at its hardest, I'll take you to see the real Greenland."
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As the heavy wooden door closed, the glaring sunlight was blocked out, and the dim, yellow fire inside brought a sense of peace.
Lin Yu'an put down his backpack and listened to the crackling sound of burning coal.
There is no night here, no five-star hotels, but this small house burning expensive coal is the most luxurious hospitality on this perpetually daylit ice field.