If you ask what the most dangerous class of troops in the world is, demining engineers are definitely at the top of the list. If there is a more dangerous class of troops in this world than deminer engineers, and if you have to seek an answer, it can only be amateur deminer sappers, or temporary cameo deminer sappers. Demining is a technical task, and it requires extremely high psychological endurance. Because no one can guarantee that when you clear mines, you will be safe around you. Often, for example, if your legs are numb, or even if you breathe a little heavier, any subtle movement that causes the center of gravity of the body to shift may detonate*. For the demining engineers, this situation is quite acceptable, after all, the probability is extremely low. What made the demining sappers smell big was the arrangement of mercenaries like Lang Zhan*. Trickery, trickery too. Clearing this kind of mine requires not only that the deminers have sufficient skills and a strong psychological endurance, but also that the deminers have a flexible enough mind, have considerable experience in special operations, and be able to think from the standpoint of the miners.

Lang Zhan silently observed for a while, and then determined the nearby * location and destructive power, and then, he stuck to the left cave wall and moved forward seven or eight meters. When he reached this position, with the help of the blood-colored vision, he could see the face of the demining officer. There are a total of five people in the mine clearance, one is responsible for mine clearance, one is responsible for supervision, one is responsible for flashlights, and two are carrying explosion-proof shields that I don't know where to find them, and they are responsible for protecting everyone's flanks. The guy in charge of demining lay on the ground, observing the front little by little, and moving forward little by little. As soon as he notices the situation, he will immediately remind the others to hide behind the shield and hold an explosion-proof shield alone before taking measures. Five*, including the one with the flashlight, were all sweating profusely, and Lang Zhan stared at the guy in charge of demining at the front, and could even feel the muscles on his face spasm uncontrollably.

Lang Zhan pulled out the sword of Damocles, slowly inserted it into the cave wall on his side, and carefully tore down a fist-sized stone. He held the stone in his left hand, and with his right hand he used the sword of Damocles to cut it into several pieces, carefully putting it into the pocket of his camouflage uniform.

"Whew—let me rest, I'm already drenched in sweat," the deminer who was lying on the ground suddenly shouted, and then rested his face directly on the ground, propped his elbows on the ground, raised his hands, and shook his fingers. Deminers do this to maintain the flexibility of their fingers and to prevent cramps due to the fact that the fingers are always in one motion. He gasped for air as he shook his fingers. In front of him, a* was lying quietly on the ground after being reinserted into the safety bolt, emitting a faint black light in the aperture of the flashlight.

"Garmor, yes, how many are these?"

"I remember, eleventh. Four more, four more Gammor and the task is done! ”

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In the midst of their conversation, the corners of Lang Zhan's mouth flicked, and with a flick of his right index finger, a stone flew out and smashed into the chest of a corpse in front of the deminer's left side. If nothing else, Gammor would have examined the corpse next, and with his level of care, he would have been able to find what was hidden in the corpse's chest*. Lang Zhan chose this time to make a move, and the timing was just right. The sound of talking blocked the sound of the stone breaking through the air, and the five * were still talking excitedly, and the stone hit the target - this one*, Lang Zhan designed it very cleverly. He pulled out most of the safety plug and stuffed it into the corpse's chest, pinning the end of the safety bolt into the button hole in the corpse's chest. In this way, if someone touches the corpse, even the slightest touch, * will roll off the chest, and they will definitely be able to bring the safety bolt out......

A flash of fire burst out - "Boom! A man with a shield* could not avoid it, was affected by the explosion, fell heavily to the ground with his shield, and then screamed: "Legs, my legs!"

"My hands, my hands!" Gamore was shouting, too, but much lower. Under the reflection of the firelight, the ten fingers of his hands that were shaking flexibly, two of his left hands were missing, and one of his right hands was missing, and his face was pale in pain, and his face was instantly covered with sweat.

"What's going on? What's going on? Yorksha asked angrily.

Lang Zhan replied for Gamor, and the stones in his hands were detonated, and the sound of continuous explosions resounded through the cave, and the ears were deafening.

"Boom-" In the incessant sound of explosions, Yorksha and the others didn't know what was going on, so they could only shrink to the platform in horror. The aftermath of the explosion was still there, some of the explosion points were still burning, and Lang Zhan appeared, and it was swept in the direction of Yorksha.

Lang Zhan appeared suddenly, the key is that he has locked on to Yorksha's figure a long time ago, which doomed Yorksha's ending. Joksha was shot in the back, and when he fell forward with a muffled grunt of pain, he tried to turn around, and when he saw Lang Zhan, he let out a cry of "It's Gabriel", and then he fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

Yoksha and his men had lost their courage, Lang Zhan chased them back, fought all the way out of the hole, killed to the platform, after killing and kicking the last few * down the mountain, he was standing on the platform and looking down the mountain, wondering how many people were down there - Joint Operations Command, in a relatively remote room, Livachenko looked at him on the computer screen, while holding the microphone of his mobile phone and whispered: "Yes, whether it is dead or alive."

"Roger!" The person on the other end of the phone replied, paused, and said: "We found an interesting thing, besides us, there are other people peeping on the periphery of the battlefield, I originally thought it was a Lei Guoren, but just now, I glanced at one of the guys, I can be sure that he should be a yellow race."

Lyvachenko, who was clearly interested in this topic, asked: "Yellow people."