Looking at the pieces of bamboo that suddenly popped up under his feet, two bamboo nails that were only as thick as bamboo easily penetrated his military trousers and leggings, and were directly driven into the flesh of his calves.
The severe pain made the young soldier scream. He wanted to sit down and look at his injured feet.
However, this is a minefield, the veteran shouted desperately,
"Hold on, hold on, don't sit down, this is obviously a minefield..."
But the young soldier who was in unbearable pain couldn't bear it anymore and simply sat down on the ground. The moment he sat down, he felt something hard in his anus, and then a dull sound came from underneath him.
came.
Then the severe ordinary pain in the anus made the young soldier unable to bear it anymore, and he rolled in the grass.
After only two rolls, the young Japanese soldier discovered that at least ten bamboo nails had been killed on his body, and at least three bullet mines had been detonated.
It's a pity that none of these weapons are fatal attacks, although they must have hit the bamboo nails. As long as a large piece of flesh is cut out, it is possible to recover as long as there is no sepsis.
There were screams rolling in the grass as he received more and more blows. However, none of these hateful blows were fatal.
"Let's go, we can't control him anymore. Those thunders under our feet are like bullets, and they are filled with nails and feces. Those wounds will definitely become septicemic, and no one can save them."
Non-lethal weapons lack humanitarian glory compared to lethal weapons, because their goal is to create enough wounded. In any army, wounded soldiers are the best way to break morale.
However, the officers obviously ignored the soldiers' pain, and the officers behind them shouted again,
"You are samurai of the Japanese Empire. How can you be frightened by these small dangers? Move forward, move forward quickly..."
The helpless veteran had no choice but to wave his bamboo pole again, hoping to find a way out.
The new recruits became more obedient and followed the footsteps of the veterans cautiously, moving forward step by step.
But before they had gone fifty meters, their team encountered real danger.
The veteran waved the bamboo pole again, but when Takemura passed through the air, he seemed to encounter a moment of resistance.
However, this did not attract the veteran's attention. After all, after continuously waving the bamboo, his arms were already a little tired and no longer felt so sensitive.
"boom"
A violent explosion sounded overhead, sending shrapnel flying down from the canopy of the building overhead.
The Japanese soldier who was lying underground to avoid possible shrapnel from the front was hit in the back by shrapnel from the air.
The veteran curled up at the moment of the explosion. Fortunately, he didn't get hit by a single shrapnel. But when he turned around to look at the recruit behind him, his legs went weak and he sat on the ground, and he actually "whimpered"
Start crying.
"The cripple maker is the damn cripple maker..."
A fully replenished team of up to fourteen people was behind him. They were three meters apart as required, but when they were lying on the ground, their heads and feet were still touching each other.
As for the blow to a tall tree above his head, there were only six people left in the team, including him.
However, the six new recruits who did not understand and wanted to rescue the wounded had their feet pierced by bamboo nails. Some others ran back in a panic, but fell down screaming after only a few steps, and then fell down in various ways.
A series of screams were heard.
Seeing this, the veteran suddenly had an idea. He stood up suddenly and said,
"Wait, let me save you..."
After he left the path explored by the bamboo pole, there was a "Peng" sound under his feet, and a sharp pain came from his calf.
The veteran held the injured leg and slowly sat on the place where he had just stepped.
Looking at the twisted soles of his feet and injured calves, a smile mixed with pain appeared on his face.
"This... ouch... this is the only good thing he did."
There is no doubt that if his lower leg is amputated, the war will have nothing to do with him.
"???..."
When the whistle finally sounded for retreat, the Japanese soldiers who slowly explored the mountain finally breathed a sigh of relief. They supported each other or moved slowly down the hillside with their rifles.
Soon after, the Japanese began to bombard the entire hillside with platoon artillery. They were not bombarding any key targets on the mountain, but were extravagantly using artillery shells to advance barrage to clear the hillside of possible mines and traps.
Rows of artillery shells fell in the woods, and tall old trees had their trunks blown off and fell in the thick smoke.
Fortunately, the climate in Jiangnan is humid, so those trees did not cause fires.
As Xu Jin's barrage advanced, another brigade formed a skirmish line and advanced toward the west side of Niutou Mountain, where the Paratrooper School was responsible for defending the hilltop.
Sure enough, after a row of guns went down, the road up the mountain became much safer.
The soldiers of the 58th Division who were not under attack continued to repair the fortifications, but the officers still had time to observe the Japanese attack with telescopes in a safe place.
Seeing the bombardment of the volley of artillery, the officers began to discuss. Everyone thought that Zhang Sixing's bullet mines and traps laid all over the mountains and plains were completely ruined, and they even felt a little gloating about his misfortune.
"Hmph, no matter how many gadgets there are, they can't withstand a volley of artillery fire. As for those little things with sensitive crab claws, I'm afraid the vibration of the shells can eliminate their threat..."
After listening to the words of one of his brigade commanders, Feng Shengfa put down his telescope and scolded him with a cold face,
"Then please calculate how many shells the Japanese used in this volley of artillery from bottom to top. They just tried to attack and injured more than 300 people. How much are those gadgets worth? I hope you remember to shoot them in the future.
During defensive battles, every soldier made such inconspicuous gadgets."
With just one word, the brigade commander beside him fell silent.
But Feng Shengfa thought for a moment and said,
"You know, before the war, he begged several tons of explosives from me, and then picked up hundreds of steel helmets. You have seen the kind of helmet mines. On the battlefield, every plant and tree can be used as a weapon.
Guy, it’s hard to deal with!”
On a battlefield that had been blasted by artillery shells, Japanese soldiers laboriously climbed up the mountain along the craters.
Fortunately, this time they climbed the mountain smoothly amidst the roar of cannon fire. As long as they walked on the newly blasted soil, they basically wouldn't step on any landmines.
"That Four Elements Demon King is nothing more than that. The mine formation was broken and it was so easy for the Japs to get close to them. Why didn't they shoot? Hey, why did the Japs all lie down? Could it be that they saw a ghost?"
On the battlefield where we originally thought the Japanese attack would be smooth, the skirmishers advanced less than fifty meters. All the Japanese soldiers lay down and huddled in the craters, not daring to show their heads.
On the battlefield, when faced with bullets being fired from nowhere and constantly blowing the heads of officers, machine gunners, and grenadier operators, lying down in the crater is obviously the only correct method.
Of course, the officers of the Fruit Army, who never paid attention to technology, did not know how to deal with a silent sniper on the battlefield.