There are not many bullet mines that Shang Xi needs to replenish, because some rags are stuffed at the bottom of those clay-porcelain tubes, preventing the primer of the bullet shell from touching the clay-porcelain firing pin at the bottom.
Therefore, unless it was directly blown up by heavy artillery, this thing can survive the bombardment by burying it in the ground.
The installation of this thing is also very simple, just insert the tip of the earthenware pipe into the soil and you're done.
Shang Xi knew that there were small cones at the bottom of the clay porcelain tube. If someone was unlucky enough to step on it, a small half of the bullet casing would be exposed and hit the cone at the bottom. Then one person would lose his foot.
It's just a little gunpowder, a little porcelain slag, and a nail. It's such a simple thing. Shang Xi even thought that after the war is over, it might be good to put some bait on it for hunting.
As the smoke from the heavy artillery explosion faded, Shang Xi knew that danger was coming.
Looking around, he spotted a crater that had just been blasted by a shell. The soil was turned up, but he couldn't see how deep it was.
“Tu tu tu tu tu…”
The sound of Japanese machine guns was different from the sound of machine guns in the paratrooper school, and it was also different from the sound of machine guns of the Guo army.
The bullets from the heavy machine gun kept passing over his body, and the bullets that landed on the ground made clods of soil jump.
Shang Xi's face was pressed against the ground, his scalp felt cold, and he always felt that the next bullet was going to hit him. His face was pressed against the cold ground, pebbles were burned on his face, and even the dirt kicked up by the bullet hit his face.
There is no more feeling.
He just knew that the nasty bullets blocked the space for him to escape to the crater.
It's over, I'm going to die here, why should I be a damn patcher?
"You bastards have done so many bad things. Whoever wants to treat us Chinese people as livestock or who dares to sell cigarettes to us Chinese people, I will kill them all."
Well, these words were not spoken by Principal Zhang. His words were more elegant than those of the Northeastern Battalion Commander who only had one arm.
Just as he was still thinking wildly on the edge, the sound of grenade launches was heard in the distance.
Shang Xi, whose heart was beating wildly, opened his mouth wide and felt like he was about to scream in terror.
"Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound, say important things three times. On the battlefield, don't make a sound unless necessary, otherwise you will die faster."
Principal Zhang's stern teachings were still in my mind. Before the grenade fell, I tried my best to suppress the scream in my throat and not let it be exposed at all.
The grenade from the grenade exploded nearby, more earth and rocks were thrown, and someone seemed to be screaming not far away.
Shang Xi, whose face was still on the ground, saw someone dozens of meters behind him crawling into his pit, with a wide trail of blood trailing behind him.
"mom……"
The clear local accent made Shang Xi want to cry, and the sympathy for the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow made his body tremble, his teeth chattering, and he wanted to run away now at all costs.
However, at this moment, the heart-stopping sound of machine gun fire stopped, and so did the grenade fire.
Although it only took about ten seconds for the machine guns and grenade launchers to fire up, they stopped again after only two fires.
"Don't be too afraid when you are a minefielder. We will always have someone to protect you."
Listening carefully, the firing of machine guns and grenade launchers stopped for some reason, and not even the firing of rifles could be heard.
Having the courage to do so, Shang Xi looked in the direction of the incoming Japanese army. The earth-yellow military uniforms had poor concealment performance in the green mountains and green waters of the south of the Yangtze River. At this moment, the Japanese were all shrinking their necks and hiding in places where they were not easy to detect.
But Shang Xi clearly saw that some of the hidden Japanese fell down from time to time, and they even made sharp screams.
Of course he didn't understand Japanese, and if a soldier from the paratroop school were here they could tell him that the Japanese call them "snipers." Although they fired at some places, there were fewer and fewer machine gun and grenade launchers.
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Taking advantage of this short "safe period", Shang Xi quickly moved around his pit, scattering more traps and bullet mines. However, these were arrangements to protect the pit, and the last thing to do when returning to the pit was
His most important task.
A helmet mine with a vertical pole fixed on it is their most important job as "mine menders".
I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and all the tension turned into sweat. The cold and stinky air in the pit smelled so good now.
The explosion of the last heavy artillery shell fell, and several "??" whistles were heard in the distance.
At this moment, Shang Xi had carefully poked the one-foot-long bamboo pipe out of the pit. This way, he could see the advancing Japanese soldiers who had opened the paratrooper line without sticking his head out.
The soldiers in khaki military uniforms were far apart from each other. They held up their rifles equipped with long bayonets. This made Shang Xi's calm heart rise again.
Except for "crab claws", "bullet mines" and "steel mines", there was no equipment in his pit that could be used for combat, not even a sharpened bamboo pole.
Biting his lip, he pulled the two hemp ropes forward based on what Principal Zhang had just called a periscope observation. The other end of the hemp rope was connected to the helmet mine outside, and the two hemp ropes could adjust its direction.
After completing the adjustment and taking out the periscope again, Shang Xi's heart was beating violently. According to his observation just now, the charging Japanese should have been close to his pit.
What if the Japanese discover it? What if...
The only option at that time is to escape to the innermost tunnel of the pit. Hiding in waist-high icy water may be able to avoid Japanese bullets. But what if the Japanese throw grenades into the pit...
After all, Shang Xi also worked as a thug in a brothel, and he still had some courage when necessary. In the end, he stuck the bamboo pipe in his hand against the edge of the pit, even though the bamboo pipe trembled like a branch in the wind.
"call"
Biting his lip, he blew out the air he was holding in his chest through his teeth. He clearly saw the Japanese brigade, and based on the size of the lenses, Shang Xi judged that they had not yet entered the range of his helmet mine.
But at this time, there was continuous shooting sound from the main position behind, and it should be the person known as the sharpshooter.
The mirrors on their rifles are not as long as those of snipers. But Shang Xi still feels that they are sharpshooters, because those short mirrors are more impressive than ordinary riflemen. Although the short mirrors have a cover, the sharpshooters usually find a piece of cloth to cover the mirrors completely.
wrap up.
From the moment the Japs entered 400 meters, the sharpshooters and machine gunners started shooting. Ordinary riflemen and commanders controlled the firing permission according to the combat situation. Sometimes, even after a battle was over, they had no chance to fire.
After waiting for a while, according to Shang Xi's experience, the Japanese should not be far away. He stretched out the periscope again, and was surprised to find that his hands stopped shaking when he heard the gunshots of his men.
Even the periscope lenses could no longer illuminate them all.
Shang Xi's heart jumped with joy:
The enemy is within range. The Japanese are within range.
He reached out and grabbed the hair rope and yanked hard, then covered his ears with his hands.