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From the moment they got to the distance warned by the enemy, who had not shown their faces, the South Bank Army began to come under attack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese invisible enemies are very powerful, and these methods can be described as immoral to the point of smoking. Not to mention the sound of popping beans in the jungle at every turn, the officers or heralds here died on the spot, and the scouts sent forward so far have not returned, and they can still hear the continuous explosions in the jungle in front of them. When someone came to check on the voice, it was often blood, hastily buried soldiers' corpses, dead horses on the side of the road—and now a wave of reinforcements was checking on the situation next to the fallen horses.

The captain at the head walked to the dead horse with his knife and squatted down, the horse had long since lost its breath, and it was too dead to die anymore, and the blood had already turned dark red, or it had penetrated into the soil and stained the soil dark red, or it was just dried up into pieces of blood, making it very uncomfortable to step on it.

The two soldiers hurriedly stepped forward, drew their knives and began to cut the flesh of the horses—the soldiers had been staring at the horses with red eyes for a long time since the beginning of the food shortage. Although the horse meat is not delicious, it can be eaten anyway, and it is much better than the coarse grains mixed with an unknown amount of sand and old rice and moldy rice sent by the grain and grass baggage camp. The lieutenant looked left and right, and this place was obviously the scene of an ambush, first the two horses in the front and the riders above were attacked, and almost immediately fell to death on the spot, and the four or five horsemen in the middle and behind fled backwards in panic, and the horses' hoof prints on the ground could be seen.

The two horsemen in the middle were shot from behind while fleeing, and the two fell to the ground on their backs, and the marks of their bodies smashing on the mud could be seen on the somewhat damp official road. Their mounts were also attacked when they fled about three or four meters in a panic, and fell to the ground and died. The three riders at the back of the queue tripped over a tripwire that suddenly rose from the official road while fleeing, and the horse's front legs were basically broken, and one of the riders above crashed to the ground and died on the spot, and the other two were also attacked in the process of getting up, and both died on the spot.

What the lieutenant couldn't understand was the footprints on the ground, in addition to the footprints of the horses, there were many never-before-seen footprints on the nearby official roads and dirt ground, these footprints seemed to have been stepped on by some thick soles of the feet, leaving patterns on the ground - amazingly, the patterns on them were basically similar, and even almost identical. These footprints were scattered around the small battlefield, emerging from the grass and bushes beside it, inspecting the battlefield from front to back from both sides of the road, and each fallen corpse was dragged to the side of the road, each with a terrible hole in its head, but on the other side of the hole was too small for a finger to enter.

Such small holes are found in large numbers both in humans and horses, and horses are large in size, and such holes are relatively dense, and there are many smaller holes scattered on the horse's rump or chest.

"It's a firecracker." A veteran pointed to the tiny holes and said, "Obviously, this is the iron sand that is filled, and at this distance, the iron sand of the fire gun is the distance at which it can exert its power. ”

"I know," said the lieutenant, turning to the dead bodies, "but what about these? What are these little holes? It's certainly not a firebolt. ”

The veteran approached, turned the body over, and saw that there seemed to be something in the red-and-white liquid-soaked soil, so he broke off a thin branch from the side of the road, and cut it down several times, and soon dug out of the ground a small particle of metal that certainly did not belong to the soil. This particle was not even the size of a person's little finger, and the veteran pinched it hard, and it seemed to be iron-clad and relatively hard. "This is probably the Gunmaru," the veteran said affirmatively, and the captain took the Gunmaru and looked at it carefully, the Gunmaru was cylindrical as a whole, and the front end of the Gunmaru was deformed by the violent impact when it shot through the skull, so the warhead was an extremely strange and strange shape. "This thing shouldn't be far away," "That's it," a few experienced veterans next to him also came over and took a closer look, "I've also been equipped with firecrackers before, if it's such a large projectile, if it is less loaded, it will fly out and fall to the ground directly, and if it is loaded too much, it will be easy to explode." ”

"But this thing has only dug up one in the ground, so is it only one shot?" Someone asked curiously, and the soldier who was cutting the horse's flesh not far away shouted, "Here's the same!" ”

Several people hurriedly approached, and sure enough, there were some such guns in the large pieces of horse meat that had been cut, and some of them were still very complete in appearance, they were cylinders, and the top was still a semicircle, like a mushroom that had not yet opened its umbrella cover. "Dig it all up and see!" The lieutenant couldn't help but be a little surprised, and shouted a loud order, "Dig them all up and see if there are any such projectiles!" ”

Some soldiers turned over the bodies that had been hastily buried on both sides of the road and examined their wounds, while others simply dismantled their horses with knives - they were waiting to cut the meat, and now they cut off a piece of meat, and they could get more meat later. These projectiles may be militaristic weapons, but they must have nothing to do with a full stomach, so more soldiers are gathered around the carcasses of horses to cut meat.

A few soldiers who were in charge of cleaning up the corpses of people cursed, waiting for them to definitely not get much horse meat, it was impossible to eat human flesh. The assigned soldiers violently pulled at their dead colleagues, ignoring the strange postures of the corpses, and looked at them casually, wanting to help cut the horse's meat. Suddenly, a soldier was dragging the last body out of the grass by the side of the road when he heard a crisp thud - and with a bang, a small piece of iron flew out of the corpse and fell to the ground an arm's length. Then something the size of a round fist rolled out from under the corpse.

This fist-sized thing was wrapped in a patterned iron shell, and I didn't know what it was for, so a soldier hurriedly picked up the iron lump and ran to the old soldier on the side, "Big brother! What is this? ”

"What's that?" Several veterans looked at this strange iron lump inexplicably, and were about to reach out to take it, when suddenly everyone felt that their eyes lit up.

This is the latest type of Type 29 grenade, the grenade has a monolithic cast iron casing filled with TNT, which is detonated about five to seven seconds after the pull of the fuse. This grenade was easy to produce and carry, but due to the constraints of TNT's production, only 300 of the first batch were produced, and now only special reconnaissance teams are equipped. The fuse of the grenade is detonated in the same way as a Mills grenade, and when the safety bolt is removed, the reed will bounce off the impact lever, causing the explosive charge inside to explode. The weight of this grenade is light, only about 600 grams, and ordinary people can easily throw it 30 meters away - this is already the ultimate killing distance of this grenade. Although some patriarchs once proposed that the cast-iron grenade with prefabricated fragments on the casing should be abolished and replaced with a steel ball grenade, the patriarchs of the combat units opposed it. When grenades are often used in battle, the distance is already close to about fifty meters. The killing distance of the steel ball grenade is quite difficult to estimate, even if it is a hundred meters when the character is good, it can cause damage, even in a defensive bunker, it is inevitable to be injured by oneself. If steel balls were to be used, the special investigation team had already begun to equip the home-grown Kramer broadsword directional mines, which were not very effective when exploding, and often did not break apart according to the shape of prefabricated fragments, and the size of the fragments varied from one centimeter square to six or seven square centimeters. The weapons development department has already produced a batch of steel bead version of the broadsword mine and delivered it to the special reconnaissance team for actual combat testing, so when the special reconnaissance team conducts an attack on the South Bank Army, it will also become a weapon test.

The explosion of the Type 29 grenade was loud and crisp, and everyone within six or seven meters of the side was swept to the ground by scattered shrapnel - the casualties would not have been so large, and if they had not been picked up in their hands, the grenade that rolled down from the ground would have caused casualties within a diameter of five or six meters at most. But the unknown soldier took the grenade in his hand and added the grenade's explosion range for no reason.

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A few soldiers who were farther away crawled up in a state of confusion from the shock wave, their armor covered in scattered shrapnel and bleeding in many places. However, they didn't feel any pain at all, their ears were deafening with the sound of the explosion, and the skin on their faces felt tight, as if they couldn't open their mouths if they wanted to speak. The weight of the explosion may have hurt their internal organs, and even breathing became very difficult, their faces were covered in marks blackened by the smoke of the explosion, and their hair was swept away by the shock wave. In a state of confusion, these people staggered to the side of the center of the explosion, there was a small pit on the ground of the center of the explosion, the pit was already full of blood, whether it was the soldier with the grenade in his hand at that time or the veteran who was about to take the grenade, they had been killed on the spot, and several corpses were all bloody and bloody, and the tragedy was extreme. Blood gushed from near the wounds of their corpses and flowed down the terrain, much quickly absorbed by the dirt, and more pooled in small pits. A few wounded soldiers who were lucky enough not to die were lying on the ground crookedly, in strange postures, with their mouths open, it seemed that they should be screaming, but now everyone was deaf by the explosion of this grenade, and these uninjured soldiers looked at each other, not knowing whether they were calling for help, let alone how to rescue.

At the time of the explosion, the captain stood far aside and discussed with a few veterans what the projectile was for, fortunately it was not affected by shrapnel, although the loud sound of the explosion also made his ears ring, but at least he could still hear the cries for help of the wounded, and hurriedly ran over with a few veterans who were still plucking out their ears, and pulled out his waist knife to kill these wounded soldiers who were seriously injured and covered in blood on the spot - this is also no way, this kind of seriously injured people who have obviously produced fatal injuries and have not died immediately, these natives have no way to rescue them at all, Even if all the wounds were treated, the bleeding alone would have killed them, and it would be more humane to kill them directly than to let them struggle in pain for hours and wail and die.

A seriously wounded man who was seriously wounded but still able to move saw these men come and kill his wounded companions one by one, crawling to the side while wailing - surely no one wanted to wait for death. He looked terrified, his left thigh was blown off, and blood was still pouring out. He struggled to turn over the carcass of the horse on the side, and was held down by a veteran, "Quick! Come and make up for it! With tears in his eyes, the veteran said to him, "It's not that brothers don't do justice, if they make you so miserable, it is better to kill you with a knife." ”

However, the seriously injured man had already been deaf in both ears by the violent explosion, so who knew what he was talking about? Frightened, he struggled again and again, and in a panic, he kicked the corpse of the horse on the ground next to him. The horse's head tilted, and with a crisp sound, another small piece of iron flew out from the horse's head. None of the people in the ringing ears noticed the crisp sound of the reeds, but just approached with knives. By this time the seriously wounded had begun to feel chills all over his body, and he kicked the horse in a trembling state, and an iron lump rolled out from under the horse's head, and rolled all the way to the middle of the crowd, and then the men saw it again.

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The same loud and crisp explosion once again filled their ears, directly turning them into deafness. The grenade exploded only on the ground, so the explosion was not as large as the previous one, but because most people were gathered here, the killing effect was more effective than the first grenade.

The lieutenant, who had just drawn his knife and killed the seriously wounded, bore the brunt of the blast, and watched his arm fly six or seven feet away, and his whole body was stunned by the shock wave, and he sat up, only to find that one of his legs had disappeared without knowing when. He didn't feel a trace of pain all over his body, but under the impact of the shock wave just now, his breathing was very rapid and laborious, and it seemed that the breathing he was used to had become a very heavy burden.

The rapid loss of blood made him feel very cold, as if the ground on which he was lying became hot, and he himself began to shiver from the cold. His eyes began to lose consciousness and became unable to see, and he was about to shout something, when he felt a heat in his chest, and as more blood flew out of the wound in his chest, the lieutenant froze on the spot and fell backwards.

A hundred meters away in the jungle, a special investigator with a carbine closed the insurance, gestured to his companions to evacuate, and then turned away, leaving behind a mess and corpses strewn all over the official road.

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