Landmines are probably what infantrymen hate the most.

When he was a mercenary, the last thing Han Lan wanted to step into was the minefield.

If this thing is not handled properly, it may result in a broken leg, or in serious consequences, the team may be wiped out.

It would take some time for Lu Beihai to arrive, and Han Lan couldn't just lie down and clean the soil without doing anything.

"Han Lan, you... stop digging randomly, the mine will explode in a while..." Fan Wenhui almost cried when he heard the sound.

"Don't worry, I'll just see what kind of landmine it is. If I can handle it, I'll sort it out for you."

"Can you clear mines?"

"Know a thing or two."

This time, I really only know a little bit about it. Even when I was a mercenary, mine clearance was not something Han Lan was good at. I can only say that I have learned it.

"..." Fan Wenhui.

Han Lan dug around the edge of the mine and examined it carefully with a flashlight, hoping to figure out the model of the mine and preferably find a location where the fuse could be cut off. As long as the fuse was cut off, the mine would not explode.

If you can't cut off the fuse, you can only use the method often seen in movies and TV shows. Use a dagger to cut open the soles of Fan Wenhui's shoes, and then use a heavy object to replace it to let him escape. The risk of doing this is still very high.

, if it is not suppressed, even the deminers may be blown up.

Han Lan searched around and couldn't find a suitable position to cut in. However, the more he looked at the outline, the less it seemed like a land mine. At least he had never seen this type of land mine.

Then, I saw a line of blurry text.

Bring the flashlight closer and use a dagger to carefully scrape off the dirt on it.

"Han Lan, how are you?" Seeing Han Lan stop moving again, Fan Wenhui couldn't help but ask again.

Han Lan stood up speechlessly, turned on the intercom and reported to Lu Beihai: "Call the squad leader, call the squad leader, it's a mistake, this is not a landmine at all! I dug it up and checked, canned lunheon, this thing is a

Canned lunch! Done!"

As he spoke, Han Lan also pulled Fan Wenhui away.

"ah"

Fan Wenhui screamed in surprise, but there was no explosion.

"Fuck! I'll deal with you when I get back! Continue with the mission! It's over!" Lu Beihai cursed and sounded a little breathless, so he was probably running this way.

"Received, completed!"

"Han Lan...this..." Fan Wenhui smiled awkwardly.

Han Lan squatted down and pulled out the can: "Hey, your mine."

"Hey! This thing looks too much like a land mine!" Fan Wenhui took the can and smiled awkwardly, "Oh, it's still unopened? Why would someone bury an unopened can here?

?”

"Okay, let's continue with the mission. I'll help you set up the gun, and you attack."

There had already been a misfortune, and Han Lan didn't bother to think about it anymore. After all, this was his hometown's territory.

"Shall I attack?" Fan Wenhui was stunned for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "Han Lan, how about a change? I'll set up a gun for you? You know my strength, this attack... in case there is someone inside

Shouldn’t I just take a break?”

Han Lan rolled his eyes: "Brother, I'm a sniper. Don't worry, I can hold the gun very steadily. Just touch the door of the hut, listen to see if there is any movement inside, and then find a crack.

Check to see if there is anyone inside. I will help you hold it outside. As long as someone shows up, I will kill him before he shoots!"

Fan Wenhui felt a lot more relieved when he thought about Han Lan's fantasy marksmanship that day. He nodded, held the rifle and started to leap forward, running towards the hut in an S-shaped snake-skin stance.

When I was still more than two meters away from the cabin, I lay down on the ground and rolled over thinking I was very handsome. It seemed that I had twisted a painful spot. I couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath and looked back to make sure.

Caught on camera.

Then, he began to crawl forward, sticking his butt out high and twisting.

When I reached the door of the hut, I immediately got up, squatted down outside the door, and put my ear against the adobe bricks to eavesdrop on what was going on inside.

Han Lan has been impressed by the big brother's tactics. Where are your strawberry soldiers?

At this time, Fan Wenhui began to gesture to him in the sniper scope, and he could be seen waving his hands.

Han Lan was confused: Which country's tactical gesture is it? What does it mean? Is there no one? Or do you mean not to come?

Han Lan quickly raised his hand and made a gesture, asking him to report the number of enemies.

Fan Wenhui squinted his eyes for a while and then started waving his hands again.

"..." Han Lan didn't care whether the enemy would hear it or not. He turned on the intercom and asked: "Brother, what do you mean by waving your hands all the time? It's over!"

"Can't you understand this? The first one is that no one was found! The second one is that I can't understand what you are gesticulating! It's over!" Fan Wenhui said confidently.

What the hell are you doing to me?

"Help me be on guard, I'll go over and get ready to enter the house! Over!"

"Received, completed!"

Han Lan started to take aim with the gun while bending down and leaping forward. The camera followed behind, but it didn't capture anything as fancy as Fan Wenhui's. The cameraman was very disappointed.

Soon, Han Lan rushed to the right side of the door, guarding the door with Fan Wenhui on the left and right.

The wooden door of the cabin was very worn and exuded a strong musty smell.

After listening for a while, Han Lan didn't hear any movement inside, so she signaled to Fan Wenhui: I'll go first, you follow, my left, your right!

Fan Wenhui narrowed his eyes, nodded, and made an "ok" gesture.

Han Lan kicked open the wooden door, but before he could rush in, he was grabbed by Fan Wenhui.

"Fa it! You have to coax it!" Fan Wenhui yelled and threw a grenade into it.

Han Lan quickly retreated, and then saw the grenade hit the wall inside and bounced back, landing right between the two of them.

"Fuck! Lie down!"

Han Lan yelled and quickly threw herself behind him.

After waiting for a while, no explosion was heard, and no alarm signal was received indicating that the drill personnel had been killed. Han Lan got up from his place in a daze and glanced at the grenade still lying at the door.

"Han Lan, I seem to have forgotten to pull the safety catch." Fan Wenhui was about to lie down before he could react. He picked up the grenade with some embarrassment, "How about...throw it away again?"

"Okay, there's no one! What kind of grenade are you throwing?" Han Lan was also convinced. You've seen too much anti-terrorism, right? Just kick in the door and throw a grenade inside?

If I want to throw it at you, throw a blast bomb and a flash bomb too!

What if there are hostages?

Fan Wenhui chuckled, hung the grenade back on himself, followed Han Lan in with the gun in hand.

The space inside the room is very small, and the layout is very simple. There is a single bed, a fire pot and nothing else.

Judging from the thickness of the dust, it seems that no one has been here for almost a month or two.

"Did people really live on this island before?" Fan Wenhui looked around curiously.

"Maybe they are fishermen along the coast. Sometimes they don't have time to return home, so they rest on the island for the night." Han Lan explained casually, but her eyes noticed an old poster taped to the bedside.

To be precise, it should be an annual calendar.

"English?" Han Lan couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's your can?"

"Throw it outside."

Han Lan rubbed her nose. The musty smell in the room was very strong, mixed with a disgusting odor.

At this time, Han Lan noticed that the color of the floor beneath her feet was a little off, and she couldn't help but use her feet to brush the dust on it, revealing a pool of black.
Chapter completed!