Claymore personnel anti-personnel mines, also known as directional mines or broadsword mines, are probably the most famous and well-known anti-infantry mines.

In many military-themed movies and games, you can see this kind of rectangular small iron box with a slight arc, containing less than one kilogram of C4 and nearly a thousand small steel balls.

This kind of anti-personnel mine, although it has a ground character, in fact, very few people actually bury this thing in the soil and use it as a mine.

The usual way to use it is to put it upright, stick four small feet into the soil, aim the observation hole at the target area, and detonate it at the right time, of course, it can also be hung on a tree branch or even inserted in a puddle.

Its power can cover an angle of 60-120 degrees directly in front of it, an area within 50 meters, and even at a distance of about 100 meters in actual combat, it can achieve moderate killing effects.

Among the airdropped ammunition boxes, there was a whole box, 24 of these small iron boxes, all of which were now fixed by the PMCs to the trees on both sides of the road, 12 on each side, every five or six meters, facing the middle of the dirt road.

"Shebeck!"

Jack was shot again, this time in the left leg, and the bullet cut a deep groove in the outside of his thigh.

"Detonate!"

With Shebeck's order, 24 broadswords exploded at the same time, and tens of thousands of small steel balls were evenly scattered in the middle of this sixty or seventy-meter-long dirt road.

The sound of the gunfire disappeared in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be pressed on pause, and there was no sound except for the aftermath of the explosion blowing through the dust.

Jack tentatively stretched out his head, only to see two backs running desperately backwards.

"Bang! Bang! ”

After two gunshots, the two militants, who had just dodged the area covered by the broadsword, were directly knocked down by the three PMCs who arrived because of their high position.

"Are you alright?" Shebeck approached and held out his hand to Jack, who was sitting on the ground.

"If you Detonate a few seconds later, we'll be fine."

Jack staggered to his feet, scolded with trembling lips, and helped pull up Gasparé beside him, his dick had rough skin and thick flesh, and the abrasions on his shoulders did not bleed much, but his face was also pale and frightened.

It's really not that these two people are cowardly, although they know that the position of the front engine of the car cannot be penetrated, but just now they were set on fire by dozens of automatic and semi-automatic rifles, and bullets flew all around them, sparks flew everywhere, this scene was too exciting.

"Leave it to us."

With a wave of his hand, Shebeck and his two companions maintained a three-person assault formation, heading in the direction of the already chaotic convoy.

Jack pulled out the MK24 pistol they had brought with him, and Gaspar, who was holding the original AK47, limped after them, intending to witness his own victory.

The position of the PMCs is very shady, and the broadswords are basically fixed to the trunk of a tree about 2 to 3 meters above the ground, covering the entire section of the road from top to bottom.

Whether it was the militants who got out of the car, or the people who leaned on the back of the pickup truck and didn't have time to get out of the car, or even the guy who showed his face out of the window, he couldn't escape being sprayed into a sieve.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The trio approached the paralyzed convoy without hurry, recharging their guns at the wounded who were wailing on the ground.

Terrorists have no human rights, and in such a small island with poor medical conditions, it is better to die a happy death now, rather than slowly being tortured to death in pain.

However, the broadsword is only an anti-infantry mine after all, and its own power is not great, and it relies on the explosives to shoot dense steel balls when detonated, killing and injuring unprotected personnel.

So less than half of the people were killed on the spot, most of them were only injured, but almost no one could still maintain their combat effectiveness, at this distance, the flying steel balls could instantly shatter people's bones and penetrate deep into the human body to destroy internal organs.

As a result, the scene was quite tragic, and many people were still alive, but they were only alive, lying on the ground unable to move, and could only moan helplessly, slowly waiting for excessive blood loss to take their lives.

Of course, there are always lucky people who are only slightly injured or even unharmed because of the obstruction of their companions and vehicles, and they are simply frightened.

At the end of the convoy, several cars had not yet had time to enter the coverage area of the broadsword, and they were terrified by the tragic situation after the explosion, and desperately turned around with the steering wheel.

Seeing the approaching PMC three-man assault team, these guys directly abandoned their comrades who were crying and running towards their side, and slammed on the accelerator to escape from this road of death.

"This old guy is in good luck."

Gasparé pulled open the door of an SUV and dragged a bloodied one-armed old man from above, none other than Radulan Shasilen, one of the largest leaders of the Abu Sayyaf group on the island of Jolo.

The old guy is not unlucky, because he was protected by two henchmen in the middle of the seat and escaped the catastrophe.

But unfortunately, this guy still had a few steel balls in his head, which happened to be embedded in the door of his head, although he did not penetrate the skull and killed him on the spot, but it still caused a concussion, and he was still confused at this time.

"You say, would they be willing to trade those two hostages for this old fellow?"

Jack searched the old man's body, found a rope, tied his hands and feet together like a pig, and carried it directly in his hands.

Gasparé shrugged, "Who knows, I hope he still has enough prestige." ”

"Shebek, leave a living mouth to go back and deliver the letter, we have captured their leader and asked them to exchange two hostages." Jack hurriedly took care of Shebeck on the other side and kept people under the gun.

Radulan Shasilun's men left nearly 80 corpses on this dirt road, and the total damage was more than a third of what Jack had killed during his previous sneak attack, and the crisis should have been temporarily resolved.

The PMCs were too lazy to clean up the battlefield, and they didn't have the manpower, so after letting go of the two slightly injured ones and going back to report the news, the most time spent was repairing the car.

The pickup truck used to lure the enemy was completely scrapped, and there were only four vehicles left on their side, some of which were not enough.

Fortunately, the steel ball of the broadsword did only enough damage to the vehicle, and the body was broken by the steel ball and did not affect the driving.

When they returned to the abandoned mine, they were greeted with heroism, especially the two wounded, whose personal heroism was too much in line with the values of Europeans and Americans.

Gaspar was faintly feared by the passengers because of his identity as a prisoner in custody, coupled with his skin color and muscles, but now he is supported by two aunts and stewardesses, one left and one right, which can be regarded as a certain degree of left and right hugs.

Yesterday there was a little bit of a trivial matter at home, and the mentality was a little broken, sorry for missing a chapter, and I will make it up as soon as possible.

(End of chapter)