"Ah......h

Looking at the bamboo pieces that suddenly popped out under his feet, two bamboo nails that were only as thick as bamboo easily penetrated his military pants and leggings, and directly nailed into the flesh of his calves.

The pain was so intense that the young soldier screamed, and he wanted to sit down and look at his wounded feet.

However, this is a minefield, and the veterans are desperately shouting,

"Hold on, hold on, don't sit down, this is obviously a minefield......"

But the painful young soldier couldn't bear it anymore and simply sat on the ground. The moment he sat down, he felt that his chrysanthemum seemed to feel something hard, and then a dull voice came from below him.

Then the young soldier could no longer bear the ordinary pain in the chrysanthemum, and he rolled in the grass.

After only two rolls, the young Japanese soldier found that at least ten bamboo nails had been killed and at least three bullets had been crushed.

Unfortunately, none of these weapons are lethal attacks, although they must have hit the place of the bamboo nails. As long as a large piece of meat is removed, as long as there is no sepsis, it is still possible to be cured.

The sound of screaming rolling in the grass is getting more and more hit. Yet none of these abominable blows were fatal.

"Let's go, I can't control him, the thunder under his feet is called bullet thunder, and there are nails and dung in it. Those wounds are bound to get sepsis, and no one can save them. ”

Non-lethal weapons are less humanitarian than lethal weapons because their goal is to create enough wounded. And in any army, wounded soldiers are the best means of breaking morale.

However, the officers apparently paid no attention to the pain of the soldiers, and the officers behind them shouted again,

"You are the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, how can you be frightened by these small dangers, forward, hurry up......"

The helpless veteran had no choice but to wave the bamboo pole again, hoping to find a way.

The recruits became honest and followed in the footsteps of the veterans with trepidation, moving forward step by step.

But before they had gone 50 meters, their team encountered real danger.

The veteran waved the bamboo pole again, but when Takemura slashed through the air, it seemed to encounter a momentary resistance.

However, this did not attract the attention of the veteran, after all, his arms were already a little tired and less sensitive after waving the bamboo continuously.

"Boom"

Violent explosions rang out overhead, raining shrapnel from the canopy of the overhead building.

Lying on the ground, dodging a Japanese soldier who could have been from shrapnel in front, was hit in the back by shrapnel from the air.

The veteran curled up at the moment of the explosion, and luckily he didn't catch a single shrapnel. But when he turned around to look at the recruits behind him, he sat on the ground with weak legs and buttocks, and actually cried "woo".

"Cripple makers, damn cripple makers......"

A fully replenished, up to fourteen detachments were behind him. They were required to be three meters each, but when they were lying on the ground, they still touched each other head and foot.

And the blow that hit a tall tree overhead, there were only six people left in a detachment, including him.

However, six recruits who did not understand and wanted to rescue the wounded were nailed through their feet with bamboo nails. Others ran back in a panic, but they didn't have to run a few steps before they fell down screaming, followed by a series of screams in various noises.

Seeing this, the veteran suddenly had an idea, and he stood up violently,

"Wait, I'm here to save you......"

After he left the road that the bamboo pole had explored, there was a sound of "Peng" under his feet, and a sharp pain came from his calf.

The veteran held the injured leg and slowly sat down where he had just stepped on.

Looking at the twisted soles of his feet and injured calves, he actually had a smile mixed with pain on his face.

"This ...... Ouch...... That's the only good thing he's done. ”

There is no doubt that if the calf is amputated, the war has nothing to do with him.

"㘗㘗㘗......"

The whistle sounded for the final retreat, and the Japanese soldiers, who were slowly exploring the mountain, finally breathed a sigh of relief. They held each other or moved slowly down the hillside with rifles.

Soon after, the Japanese began to bombard the entire hillside with platoon artillery, not bombarding any key target on the mountain, but using a very luxurious barrage of shells to clear the possible mines and traps on the hillside.

Rows of shells fell in the woods, and tall old trees were blown off their trunks and fell in smoke.

Fortunately, the climate in Jiangnan is humid, and those trees did not form fires.

As the Xu Jin barrage advanced, another brigade fought a skirmish line and advanced towards the hill on the west side of Niutou Mountain, where the paratrooper school was responsible for defending.

Sure enough, a volley of cannons went down, and the road up the mountain was much safer.

The soldiers of the 58th Division, who had not been attacked, continued to build fortifications, but the officers still had the leisure to observe the Japanese attack with binoculars in a safe place.

Seeing the bombardment of the platoon artillery, the officers began to discuss, and they all thought that Zhang Sixing's bullets, mines and traps arranged all over the mountains and fields were all finished at this time, and there was even a little schadenfreude.

"Hmph, no matter how many gadgets there are, they can't withstand a volley of cannon fire. Even those little things with sensitive crab claws, I'm afraid that the vibration of the cannonballs can remove their threat......"

Listening to the words of the brigade commander under his command, Feng Shengfa put down the binoculars and reprimanded with a cold face,

"Then please calculate how many shells the Japanese used in this row of artillery from the bottom to the top. Just now they tried to attack, and more than 300 people were wounded. Those gadgets are worth a few bucks, and I hope you remember that in the future, when you were fighting a defensive war, everyone in the soldiers made such inconspicuous gadgets. ”

With just one sentence, the brigade commander on the side was silent.

Feng Shengfa thought about it and said,

"You know, before the war, he begged for a few tons of explosives from me, and then picked up hundreds of steel helmets, and you saw the steel helmet mines. This kind of guy who can be used as a weapon on the battlefield is not easy to deal with! ”

On the battlefield where the shells had been blown up again, the Japanese soldiers struggled to climb the hill along the crater.

But fortunately, this time, in the rumbling of cannons, their process of climbing the mountain was relatively smooth. As long as you walk on the new soil that has been blown up, you will basically not step on any landmines.

"That Four Elements Demon King is nothing more than that, the mine array is broken and it is so easy for the devil to get close, why don't they shoot? Hey, why are all the devils lying down, can they see the hell? ”

On the battlefield, which originally thought that the Japanese attack would be very smooth, they only advanced less than 50 meters with the skirmish line, and all the Japanese soldiers lay down on their stomachs, huddled in the craters, and did not dare to show their heads at all.

On the battlefield, when a bullet is fired out of nowhere and constantly bursts the heads of officers, machine gunners, and grenadiers, lying in a crater is obviously the only correct method.

The officers of the fruit army, who never pay attention to technology, certainly don't know how to deal with silent snipers on the battlefield.