After repeatedly confirming that Li Ang was not in much physical or mental condition, the mission team returned to the temple courtyard and took turns keeping vigil, dealing with the clean bluestone floor for one night, and waking up the next morning before starting to explore the temple.

"Is this it?"

Leon looked up at the stupa and muttered to himself.

A beautiful woman's head stretched out from his neck and said, "That's right, the cellar under the pagoda is the spiritual energy node of the nearby mountains and rivers.

These drinks contain aura, even if you don't pour a thousand cups of people, you will get drunk when you drink it, and the demons will be fluttering when they drink it. At this time of the year, the mandrill comes to the feast of the demons and goes down to the cellar to take out the wine.

If you want to attack him, this is the best place to ambush. ”

Li Ang nodded, walked straight into the Buddhist temple, and according to Chai Cuiqiao's instructions, he used the multi-functional infantry shovel bought on Taobao to pry open a large pile of floor tiles, sweep away the dust, and reveal an open-and-close wooden door buried under the floor tiles.

Leon lifted the wooden door, waited for 20 minutes to ventilate, and then went down to the cellar with a candle in his hand, followed by his teammates.

The inside of the cellar is quite spacious, not as dirty as expected, and there are no cobwebs and spider silk or tiny insects to be seen.

Leon lit the oil lamp on the red brick wall of the cellar with a candle, and he could see that there were some miscellaneous items in the corner of the cellar, and in the center was a pile of cyan ceramic wine jars, all of which were sealed with red paper.

The teammates rushed in, inspecting the cellar, Chai Cuiqiao reminded softly: "Be careful not to leave footprints by walking around, that mandrill is extremely alert, if he finds that the dust on the ground has trampled footprints, he will definitely be alert." ”

"It doesn't matter," said Leon, "the portable motor, which will be modified to make a reverse vacuum cleaner and pump dust into the cellar to cover the footprints." ”

Xing He's eyes twitched, the player's backpack slot is limited, who would deliberately bring a motor when performing a task? And your hands-on ability is not too strong, you can make a vacuum cleaner or something at every turn....

Leon swaggered to the center of the cellar and removed the jar, revealing what looked like a large pile of rune spells beneath the jar.

The others came forward to watch strongly, and Xing He quietly took out a large-scale Sony digital camera that looked quite professional, turned on the flash, and took pictures of the rune spells on the ground.

Ink is an ordinary pine smoke ink, and the pen that draws the formation is probably just a wolf pen with a mediocre material.

The handwriting is loose and imposing, and it can be called a rune spell of ghost drawing, and it is not at all like the magic circle in Western alchemy, full of geometric beauty.

However, this crude and rudimentary spirit gathering formation caused turmoil in the hearts of everyone in the mission team, and it seemed that through these ghost drawing symbols, they could see a systematic, complete, and modern scientific analysis of the cultivation system.

The soles of Leon's shoes avoided the ink, and he stood straight in the center of the formation, holding his breath and concentrating, feeling it seriously.

I didn't feel anything other than an imperceptible increase in body temperature of about 1/4 degree.

No wonder the mandrill has to come back once a year to get wine, the aura accumulated by this formation is like only opening a small slit faucet, and the emphasis is on the long flow of fine water, which is not of much help to cultivation.

Li Ang walked out of the formation rather disappointed, let the others feel it, and waited until after taking the photo before moving the wine jar back as it was.

"That's right."

He turned to his teammates and said, "Which of you brought mines?" It doesn't matter if it's anti-infantry, anti-tank, fragmentation, steel ball, jumping, directional blasting, pressure or parent-child. ”

When Li Ang asked, Chai Cuiqiao's head had not yet retracted from his neck. In the gloomy cellar, a man and a ghost look like conjoined people, which is quite terrifying.

Although Li Ang asked all his teammates, he counted on Xing Hechou to be the only one who could answer, this middle-aged strong man with a national character face acted aggressively and decisively, and his gestures vaguely revealed his military temperament, and it was very likely that he was a player with an official background.

Having an official background means easy access to modern weapons.

Xing Hechou was silent for a moment and replied, "M18A1, 10 pieces." ”

Hey, are there really landmines?

The others looked stunned, but Leon smiled,

M18A1 mine, also known as broadsword mine, is an anti-infantry mine developed by the United States during the Vietnam War in the 1960s, its shape is an arc-shaped convex square shell angle frame, the detonation method is tripping or cable control, the use of fragments and steel balls to hurt people during the explosion, the best killing range is 50 meters in front, spreading in a 60-degree wide-angle sector range, and the maximum killing range can reach 250 meters.

The lethality of modern weapons has far exceeded the upper limit of flesh and blood, and there is no qualitative difference between the anti-infantry mines of the Vietnam War and the latest mines.

And a certain white-haired and red-eyed rabbit has always been happy to copy the American bald eagle, and in the situation where it is inconvenient to leak his identity in the execution of the killing game, there is really no psychological pressure at all to use the equipment of the American army.

"Will it be shopped?"

"Yes."

"Let's get started." Li Ang took out his infantry shovel and began to dig the floor tiles in the cellar, laying mines with Xing Hechou.

When laying mines, Xing Hechou deliberately kept an eye on it, and found that Li Ang's action in laying mines was particularly sophisticated and skillful, where to lay bricks to cover up, where to place mine tripwires to achieve maximum killing efficiency, and every detail was done quite well.

Landmines are often planted at first sight.

As if sensing Xing He's sorrowful gaze, Li Ang turned his head and smiled: "Please don't look at me with that kind of look at dangerous elements, in fact, I am a good citizen who keeps to himself." ”

Believe you have ghosts! Xing Hechou's expression stiffened, and he secretly made up his mind that after he went out, he must find out dangerous elements like Li Ang in the citizen information system with "experienced professional militia training" as the index.

"When I used to be a mercenary in West Africa, I was on a mission with a teammate nicknamed 'Master'."

While burying the thunder, Li Ang sighed and said nonsense, "The master buried the thunder on the dirt road, I don't know what crazy I smoked, I stepped on the ground twice more in order to tamp the road, and the thunder exploded at that time."

Flying sand and rocks, dusty,

I hugged my master, and he told me that his butt hurt, and I told him, 'Master, my butt is on a tree, it shouldn't hurt.' ’

Hopefully, these mines will allow that mandrill to get into the cellar and hang his ass on a tree. ”

God's butt hangs on the tree, don't you see "Let the Bullets Fly"?