The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 241 Road to Death

Claymore anti-personnel mines, also known as directional mines or broadsword mines, are probably the most famous and most familiar anti-infantry mines among ordinary people.

This kind of rectangular, slightly curved iron box can be seen in many military-themed movies and games. It contains less than one kilogram of C4 and nearly a thousand small steel balls.

Although this kind of anti-personnel landmine has the word "ground", in fact, very few people actually bury it in the ground and use it as a landmine.

The usual way to use it is to stand it up, insert the four little feet into the soil, aim the observation hole at the target area, and detonate it at the right time. Of course, it can also be hung on a branch or even inserted into a puddle.

Its power can cover an area within 60 meters at an angle of 120-50 degrees directly in front. In actual combat, it can achieve moderate lethality even at a distance of about 100 meters.

Among the airdropped ammunition boxes, there is a whole box of 24 such small iron boxes, all of which are now fixed by the PMCs on the trees on both sides of the road, 12 on each side, one every five or six meters, facing the center of the dirt road .

"Shebeck!"

Jack was shot again, this time in the left leg. The bullet cut a deep bloody groove on the outside of his thigh.

"Detonate!"

Following Shebek's order, 24 broadswords exploded simultaneously, and tens of thousands of small steel balls were evenly scattered in the center of this sixty- to seventy-meter-long dirt road.

The sound of the gunfire disappeared instantly, and the whole world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Except for the aftermath of the explosion and the dust blowing by, there was no other sound.

Jack stretched out his head tentatively, only to see the backs of two desperately running backwards.

"Bang! Bang!"

After two gunshots, the two militants who just avoided the coverage of the broadsword because of their forward position were directly knocked down by the three PMCs who rushed over.

"Are you okay?" Sherbeck came closer and stretched out his hand to Jack who was sitting on the ground.

"If your Faker detonates a few seconds later, we will really be in trouble."

Jack staggered to his feet, cursed with trembling lips, and helped to pull up Gaspare beside him. His skin was thick and thick, and the scratches on his shoulders didn't bleed much, but his face was still pale and frightened. It's not easy.

It's really not that these two are timid. Although they knew that the position of the engine on the front of the car could not be penetrated, but just now they were set on fire by dozens of automatic and semi-automatic rifles, bullets flying around and sparks flying around. Excited.

"Leave it to us next."

With a wave of his hand, Shebek and his two companions maintained a three-person assault formation and moved towards the already chaotic convoy.

Jack took out the MK24 pistol they brought, and Gaspare, who was holding the original AK47, limped behind them, planning to witness the results of his battle with his own eyes.

The positions of the PMC mines are very dark. The broadswords are basically fixed on the tree trunks about 2 to 3 meters above the ground, covering the entire road from top to bottom.

Whether it is the militants who got out of the car, or those who leaned against the back of the pickup truck before getting out of the car, or even the guy who showed a face through the window, they all failed to escape the end of being sprayed into a sieve.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The three-person team approached the paralyzed convoy unhurriedly, while shooting at the wounded who fell to the ground and wailed.

Terrorists have no human rights, and on a small island with poor medical conditions, it is better to die quickly now than to slowly be tortured to death in pain.

However, the Broad Sword is only an anti-infantry mine after all, and its power is not very powerful. It relies entirely on the explosives to eject dense steel balls when detonated, killing and injuring unprotected personnel.

Therefore, less than half of the people were killed on the spot, and most of them were only injured, but almost no one could still maintain their fighting power. At this distance, the flying steel balls could instantly break human bones and penetrate deep into the human body to destroy internal organs.

These caused the scene to be quite tragic. Many people were still alive, but they were still alive. They fell to the ground and could not move.

Of course, there are always lucky ones who are only slightly injured or even unscathed because of the obstruction of their companions and vehicles. They are simply frightened.

At the end of the convoy, there were several cars that had not had time to enter the coverage area of ​​Kuo Jian. They were so frightened by the tragedy after the explosion that they desperately turned the steering wheel to turn around.

Seeing the approaching PMC three-member assault team, this group of guys directly abandoned those companions who were crying and running towards their own side, stepped on the accelerator and fled this road of death.

"The old guy is lucky."

Gasparella opened the door of an off-road vehicle and dragged out a one-armed old man with a face covered in blood. He was none other than one of the largest leaders of the "Abu Sayyaf" organization on Jolo Island, Radulan. Shasillon.

The old guy couldn't tell whether it was good luck or bad luck, because he was protected by two henchmen in the middle of the seat and escaped a catastrophe.

But unfortunately, this guy was still hit with a few steel balls in the head, which happened to be embedded in the forehead. Although he didn't penetrate the skull and killed him on the spot, he still caused a concussion, and he was still confused at the moment.

"You said, would they be willing to exchange those two hostages for this old guy?"

Jack searched the old guy's whole body, found a rope, tied his hog-bound hands and feet together, and held it in his hands.

Gaspare shrugged, "Who knows, I hope he still has enough prestige."

"Shebek, save someone alive and go back to deliver the letter. We captured their leader and asked them to exchange two hostages." Jack hurriedly took care of Shebek on the other side to save people.

Radulan Shaxilon's people left nearly 80 corpses on this dirt road. Counting those killed by Jack during the previous sneak attack, the total losses exceeded one-third, and the crisis should be temporarily resolved.

The PMCs were too lazy to clean up the battlefield, and they didn't have the manpower. After letting the two slightly injured people go back to report the news, what took the most time was repairing the cars.

The pickup truck used to lure the enemy was completely scrapped, and there were only four cars left on their side, some of which were not enough.

Fortunately, the steel balls of the broad sword can do limited damage to the vehicle, and the car body being smashed by the steel balls does not affect the driving. With a few usable tires, two cars were packed up, and all the rest were blown out of the fuel tank. Clicked.

When everyone returned to the abandoned mine, they were welcomed like heroes, especially the two wounded. Their behavior of individual heroism was too in line with the values ​​of Europeans and Americans.

Gaspare was faintly feared by the passengers because of his status as a prisoner, his skin color and his muscles, but now he is being supported by two stewardesses on the left and right, which can be regarded as a certain degree Hugged left and right.

There was something trivial at home yesterday, and I felt a bit depressed. I'm sorry for the missing chapter. I'll make it up as soon as possible.