If you look down from the sky, you can see more than 70 people in the advancing Japanese squad, almost at the same time enveloped in the shit and shrapnel ejected by the helmet mine.
The traces of the spray formed on the ground like half of a fish bone. In the entire pit where the minefielders were hiding, only the helmet mines placed at both ends of the pit were fired directly.
For those in the middle, their helmet mines must be deflected. Those in the east will shoot to the west, and those in the west will shoot to the east.
The reason for "mine mending" is to protect the safety of people in the mine pits next to them. In fact, it is the same reason why heavy machine guns are often placed on both sides of the battlefield, so that they are more lethal.
Mine shrapnel can actually create crossfire. If you tell others, no one will believe it.
But on the parachute school front, this is how the battle was fought.
A Japanese soldier who was hit was in bad luck, because the metal projectiles that formed a crossfire knocked down two-thirds of the entire squad in almost an instant.
"It's the cripple maker...run..."
No one is stupider than anyone else on the battlefield. When there are no officers, no machine gunners, no grenade launchers, and even the orderlies are killed, the soldiers will want to retreat.
But on the front line of the paratrooper school, it is not easy to retreat. If you go from 300 meters to about 500 meters, you will be taken care of by sharpshooters. If you are further away, people who are 5 to 600 meters away,
He will die silently and inexplicably.
Looking at the escaping Japanese through the periscope, Shang Xi felt an inexplicable joy.
While they were running away quickly without looking back, he got out of the pit, quickly came to the place where the helmet mine had just exploded, planted another helmet mine, and then climbed into his own pit.
"Boom boom boom"
The sound of heavy shooting from heavy artillery in the distance made Shang Xi's heart tighten. He climbed faster using his hands and feet. He wanted to live and to return to his home in Jurong in the near future.
Rumble…
The feeling of the shells falling and the earth shaking made him think that he had fallen into some divine sieve. It would filter out those who did not do good and throw them into the eighteenth level of hell.
"Wrong, I was wrong, I know it was wrong..."
Shang Xi screamed while covering his ears desperately, and vowed in his heart that if he could return home, he would farm the few acres of rented farmland with his parents in the countryside and never make money from the brothel again.
Finally, the heavy artillery bombardment passed, and Shang Xi survived. He climbed up into his pit on his hands and knees. The moment he got in, he glanced at the helmet mine he had arranged. The guy was standing on the ground well.
Fortunately, fortunately, it's too dangerous to go out to lay mines. Principal Zhang probably won't send his own soldiers to do this. The people in our punishment camp are the best people to do this.
After the usual heavy artillery bombardment, Shang Xi hurried out to repair traps and bullet mines.
As usual, before he could finish as quickly as possible, a large group of Japanese soldiers rushed out of their trenches amidst the sound of whistles.
Damn it, the little devil was so anxious, so many people came all of a sudden.
Exclaiming in his heart, he laid mines faster. In fact, except for the "crab claw" traps that were easily triggered by the shock wave of the explosion, many bullet mines were still standing there.
However, bullet mines and traps were specially designed to protect the "minemen", so Shang Xi always felt that the area laid out was not large enough and the layout was not dense enough, so the Japanese could easily rush over no matter what.
After he was unwillingly driven into a pit by Japanese bullets, he was still not satisfied with the density of traps and bullet mines.
Panting, he took out his periscope and looked at the Japanese attacking troops.
Apparently, eight or nine hundred Japanese soldiers opened a skirmish line and ran toward the paratrooper school position under the cover of machine guns. Not only were there the firing sounds of heavy machine guns, but there was also the roar of artillery.
Stepping on the foothold on the cave wall, Shang Xi looked through the periscope at the main position behind him.
Anyway, the Japanese are still far away, so it's not their turn to worry now.
From the main position, columns of smoke mixed with artillery and black smoke shot up into the sky, wrapped in soil.
Huh, now the riflemen are out of luck, but we minefielders are not a threat at all.
Normally, I would not look at the riflemen in their punishment camp being shot, which made Shangxi feel a little happy for no reason. But don't let all those guys die, we will have to cover us later.
I thought it wouldn't be a big problem. The shell-proof hole in the trench was much more comfortable than ours, and there was no water at all. If we could light a small fire inside, it would be much more comfortable than us minefield men.
I turned around and saw a large number of Japanese soldiers rushing towards me, but this time they seemed to be smarter.
Based on the detachment, one detachment attacks and the other detachment provides fire cover, so the entire brigade is divided into several skirmish lines that come and go.
Damn it, if the Japs don't line up in large groups, then how can we use helmet mines to blast them?
As I muttered in my heart, I became nervous. I no longer had the joy of seeing the riflemen at the main position being bombed.
Even something as unreliable as a helmet mine is more powerful when used on the battlefield with concentrated firepower. After all, if a line of helmet mines explodes at the same time, the coverage area of the metal shrapnel will be very huge.
Sure enough, when the Japs approached the pit where the mine menders were, the explosions of the helmet mines were scattered. The power was much smaller than when dealing with the small team during the test attack.
However, as the Japanese approached, they began to suffer some unexpected hardships.
"ah……"
At this time, no one appeared in the pit to replenish the helmet mines. The Japanese infantry's eyes were fixed on another row of helmet mines twenty meters away.
But the sudden sharp pain in the calf caused the person who stepped on the trap to suddenly squat down, hold his leg and scream.
Then he took off the "crab claw" that pierced the leggings, then pierced the leg pants, and finally pierced the flesh and threw it aside. The blood flowed out unstoppably from the bamboo nail.
Look at that simple trap, the two fang-like bamboo nails look dark.
Needless to say, it must have been smeared with feces, just like the shrapnel ejected by those "Cripple Makers".
The soldiers' screams attracted the medics, but just when they came to the wounded man's side, there was a "pop" sound from the ground, and then the soles of his front feet turned upward, as if they could fold.
If that was all, their screams attracted the attention of those who were struck in two pits not far away.
Then two clay grenades were thrown out of the pit according to the location of the sound.
There were two bangs, and the two Japanese soldiers, who had only been slightly injured just now, immediately fell into a pool of blood.
This of course made the companions of the injured Japanese soldiers angry, but at this moment they were on the plain with almost nowhere to hide. Except for the craters made by heavy artillery, there was no place to hide.
Therefore, they not only have to be careful about the opponent's almost ghostly silent sniper, but also the clay grenades that are thrown nearby based on the sound from time to time.
At the same time, I lamented in my heart, why do these people have so many grenades?
In fact, the Japanese didn't know that any village could make one or two thousand of these in a day.
If you are willing to use stones as shrapnel, gunpowder instead of explosives, and cannons instead of detonators, then it is not unusual for any village to make ten or twenty thousand of them a day.
Especially during the slack season in winter, this thing can become a disaster if you are not careful.