The fat man was shocked, and he was also a little panicked, but then he realized that he was still stepping on the wire under his feet, so he immediately took a few deep breaths to calm down.

For a moment, the situation became anxious, which none of them expected. It had been less than two hours since they landed, and they were almost all reimbursed here, and this crisis situation was not even taken into account in the original emergency plan.

"Within a range of a few hundred meters, then they have only retreated more than fifty meters, I'm afraid it won't work, right?" The fat man still held on to the squatting sapper to maintain his balance.

The sapper was silent for a while before he said: "Of course fifty meters is not enough, I am afraid that the layout here is bigger than I imagined, they go too far to find the original footprints, and it may be more dangerous than now." ”

"Is this thing going to blow up as soon as I let go?" The fat man asked after looking around.

"I don't know, I've never seen this kind of thunder, and there's no way to disassemble it. I am not sure exactly where it is true or where it is false, or whether it is real thunder. ”

As he spoke, the sapper cleared the ground of the weeds. Slowly, like needlework, this meticulous technique is very necessary, and the bomb disposal deminer must have this mind, the engineer completely consumes his fear in the first minute, because fear and body will cause some unnecessary involuntary movements, such actions are absolutely fatal when performing the mission.

Soon the ground was cleared of a large area of weeds, and immediately the fat man and the sapper saw an even more peculiar scene, clinging to the ground was a square lattice woven one after another of wires, which extended from the fat man's feet, and slowly grew larger and wider, like a cobweb expanding outward in the center.

"I'm afraid these weren't set up by the expeditionary force, right?" The fat man stared blankly at the ground that had been cleared.

"It can't be." The sapper pinched one of the wires: "Whether it's the degree of decay or the material of the tripwire, it's a product of World War II." But...... Can ......"

"But this is a large landslide area, and this kind of minefield can't keep its original appearance, let alone the whole net is now completely spread on the ground." Seeing that the sapper didn't say anything for a long time, the fat man immediately filled in the doubts, in fact, this is also the reason why he had doubts about the year of this minefield.

"Could it be that the drug dealers remodeled and re-set up?" Although he knew that this kind of guess was absolutely impossible, the sapper still looked at the wire on the ground and asked.

After hearing this, the fat man snorted twice, it's not that this possibility is impossible, it's just that those people don't have this need at all, they know what their purpose is, just for money, and besides, they are not as vicious perverts as Hei Bazai, as long as there are casualties on either side of the military and police, then their death time will come, and we will definitely fight them with all our strength.

"Let's not talk about whether we have this ability, let's just talk about the location here, ten kilometers away, the defense will be laid out, those people are drug dealers, not a group army, no matter who bombs them, there is no good result on either side afterwards, it can't be them." After saying that, the fat man shook his head.

"But there's no other possibility, who else has been to this forest." The sappers were still carefully clearing the ground from large patches of weeds.

The fat man's eyes rolled, could it be that there is still an expeditionary force that was defeated decades ago, or the Japanese who pursued the expeditionary force? This idea is not fanciful, the Hukang River Valley, the primeval forests on both sides of the Nu River, in those years almost became a karmic obstacle for the expeditionary force and even the Japanese. Coming in and trapped inside abounds

The fat man was stunned, the sapper had already cleared all the weeds within two meters of him, and now it seemed that the range of this array of spider web structures was not small at all.

Before the sappers went to clear the weeds, the fat man landed his other foot on the safe ground with his help, and in a moment, the fat man had already made up his mind.

"Don't clean it up." The fat man said lightly.

The sapper didn't hear clearly, and the fat man repeated.

"Actually, I have an idea, as long as all the grass around is cleared and all the mines within the safe range are removed, there may be a glimmer of life at that time." The sapper turned to face the fat man and recounted the plan he had just come up with.

"The danger is too great, and these are fragmentation mines, we can't avoid them outside the range, let alone ......" The fat man twisted his head and scanned the circle.

The sappers said before, and they have now actually proved that the range of the thunderstorm is too large, even if they can dodge, those people outside may not be able to retreat with their whole body, and the safe distance is at least thirty meters or more, so that is to say, with the fat man as the center, the circle within a radius of thirty meters must be cleaned up. According to the current two-meter range, the number of mines should be more than 80, which is difficult to operate and extremely risky, and this matter cannot be completed in more than ten or twenty hours. Even if you retreat by then, I am afraid that not only will the mission fail, but the other team will also be more than lucky, so although the method of the sappers is feasible, out of consideration for the current situation, it must not wait any longer.

"Let's dig a pit here, and then we can just jump into the pit."

The sappers still wanted to try their own methods, but the fat man waved his hand: "Time is running out, you go back and take them away, and there will be more people who die if they don't go." The fat man raised his head: "Hurry up, I'll try to see if I can hold on for thirty or forty hours, maybe when you come back after your mission is completed, I'm still alive."

"But ......" the sapper hesitated and sighed, he still knew which was more important, and the fat man's statement was not wrong, but for a time there was no way to do both.

In the end, he had no choice but to retreat, because time was really running out. But if he wanted to be comforted by the fat man, he did have some hope, so he helped the fat man make a stand for the branches, so as to ensure that he would not fall and cause the wire to loosen. Secondly, he kept his rations and water.

As a soldier, and a soldier of special operations, they have already worn out all their irrational and emotional thinking when they do initial psychological training, and it is the same at this time, rationality is stained with everything.

The old cat and the other two stood for a few minutes where the fat man could be seen, and then he was extremely reluctant to let the sapper continue to lead the way.

The old cat's side went smoothly until the meeting with the other team, and they waited until the fat man met with them again and then elaborated.

The fat man stood alone in this position for about three hours, supported by branches, and originally well-trained, so he could continue to persevere, but the sweltering heat in the forest was the most unbearable.

The fat man stepped on the net of the wire thread with one foot, and under the force all the time, the soil on the ground sank a lot, but fortunately, these silk threads were only rotten on the surface, but the inside was very strong, so the gravity pressed down and it was not broken.

In the end, the fat man still couldn't stand the stuffiness, so he decided to save himself. Squatting down slowly, he slightly tugged on the silk thread at one end, there was a strong sense of damping, and there was a slight pull on it.

The fat man guessed that the principle here was probably that each silk spool was tightly connected to each other, and as long as a certain part of the silk thread was touched, it would cause a chain reaction. In fact, under normal circumstances, it is not important to step on the silk disc directly, and this kind of silk disc is generally buried under the soil, but I don't know why the silk disc here is missing.

The fat man stepped on the silk thread that had been pulled out of the soil, so as long as the fat man loosened it, the silk thread would continue to be pulled up, although the travel of the silk thread was only three or four centimeters, but this distance could already cause an explosion, once a mine exploded, it would cause a large area of killing.

From this point of view, this kind of thunderstorm is used on a large number of legions, I think there must be an opening in one or more directions of the minefield, and the large army is fine when it first comes in, but as long as it reaches a certain depth, the mine is triggered, and the explosion will destroy a legion instantly.

The fat man's current situation is not irreversible, as long as the silk net under his feet can be fixed and not let it rebound, then the fat man can retreat with his whole body.

But how do you hold down the wire mesh? The fat man thought about it for a while in this quiet environment, and then thought of a way, which should have been thought of a long time ago, but he was really anxious at the time, so he didn't think of it at all.

The fat man took materials on the spot, fortunately the sappers made a shelf for him at that time, otherwise there were more than ten meters from the nearest branch to him, if he didn't do it, then now there are only two results, either wait for death, or wait for them to complete the task and return to the rescue.

The fat man divided all the branches into multiple pieces one by one, and sharpened the branches more than three inches long into wooden nails with a dagger. The fat man's idea was very simple, since there was no way to press the wire mesh under his feet, he would nail the extended wires to the ground one by one.

The fat man pressed the extended wire with one hand, and while cutting the end of the thread attached to the silk net, he immediately used the prepared wooden nail to wrap it around a few times, and after a few strokes, he felt that it was strong and plunged directly into the ground. Once you've done that, all that's left is to hold your breath and wait for the results.

In the next hour, the fat man endured a lot of sweat, and finally nailed all the twenty-six silk threads one by one, at this time the fat man was relieved, and his legs were weak and could not stand, but it was still too early to say that it was safe, after all, he was still in the thunderstorm.

Carefully holding the equipment, the fat man walked out more than a dozen steps, and his heart gradually began to settle down secretly as he moved away from that place, but an unconscious turn of the head made him see a scene that is still terrifying when he thinks about it. Then he didn't have to wait for him to think about it, and all that was left was to run wild.