Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 714 World War II Minefield
"Don't move, don't be afraid, stay calm!"

Song Heping tried his best to comfort Jiang Feng in a calm tone.

"When I was in the army, I learned how to dismantle and install all kinds of bombs and mines. I'm an expert. You have to trust me."

"Old squad leader...really..."

Jiang Feng looked down at his feet.

The soles of my feet are in the yellow sand.

He felt like he stepped on something, but he wasn't sure what it was.

After all, he had been a soldier and a mercenary abroad, so he had some experience and was quite familiar with the structure of landmines.

So I guessed that I had stepped on a landmine.

"Maybe it's not a mine...it's something else..."

As he said this, he wanted to lift his foot.

"Idiot! Don't move!"

Song Heping, who was looking around, stopped Jiang Feng.

"It's a mine!"

He pointed to the left of the two men about ten meters away.

Jiang Feng looked in the direction he was going and saw a black mass.

Upon closer inspection, it was metal rust.

When I looked at it again, my heart suddenly jumped into my throat.

A heavy anti-tank mine!
Only the upward side was blown open by the sandstorm just now, revealing its true appearance.

"Fuck...why am I so unlucky..."

Jiang Feng's voice sounded as unpleasant as crying.

"Don't move, I'll help you take it apart."

Song Heping pulled out the bayonet he had just taken from the British soldier's body, stared at the ground carefully, and approached the other party following Jiang Feng's footprints.

The sound of sand sliding across clothes suddenly stopped.

The whole world seemed to have stopped.

Jiang Feng's right foot was hanging above the sand pit and trembling slightly, the sole of his hiking shoe was only half a finger's width away from the rusty metal disc.

Song Heping could see the bulging veins on his neck.

“Don’t breathe.”

Song Heping pulled off his scarf and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his clothes. The scorching heat of the desert at noon made the metal buckles burn his tongue until it numbed.

He took out the old British bayonet and used the tip of the knife to gently scrape the edge of the mine, wiping away the yellow sand covering it.

Soon, the thing that Jiang Feng was stepping on finally revealed its true appearance. The oxide layer on the brass shell peeled off, revealing "WD 1942" etched in English.

"Fuck me!"

Song Heping broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

This is a British Mk VII anti-personnel mine from World War II, but sand has worn the originally disc-shaped shell into an oval shape over three-quarters of a century.

The reason he was shocked was that this anti-personnel mine was a pressure-detonated mine!
In other words, under normal circumstances, Jiang Feng should have had one leg blown off by now.

"Old squad leader, what's wrong..."

Hearing Song Heping's low exclamation, Jiang Feng became a little uneasy.

"It's okay, just kidding."

Song Heping pretended to be calm and comforted Jiang Feng.

"It's an old British loose-flesh mine. I can disarm it."

"Really?"

"Really? Why would I lie to you?"

Under the shadow of Jiang Feng's boot soles, at least three of the six plum-shaped rusted fuse holes still had dark green copper trigger bolts inserted.

Song Heping studied it for a while and found that the copper trigger pin had rusted due to years of corrosion. The original trigger pressure of this thing was 5-16KG, and Jiang Feng's weight was enough to detonate it.

However, due to the rust, and the fact that Jiang Feng stopped immediately after stepping on it, the reaction was very fast, so it did not explode. The problem now was that, since it was rusted, it would not explode if it was released.

But the problem with old mines is that they are unstable and have the characteristics of a complete psychopath.

Its internal structure has become completely unstable, and external forces have caused unknown changes inside.

It may not explode when you step on it, but it may explode when you release it.

This mine is completely unpredictable, so be very careful.

"Old squad leader..." Jiang Feng's Adam's apple rolled like sandpaper rubbing against each other. "This thing is unstable. Will it explode at any time? Otherwise, you go first and I'll run away by myself later. If it explodes, we won't die together..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Fuck!"

Song Heping roared in a low voice.

He was very upset, and the Mossad over there must be approaching.

There is really not much time left for myself.

Song Heping was already crawling on all fours, scraping away the 30-centimeter layer of sand around him with a dagger.

Between the camel thorn roots bleached by ultraviolet rays, three copper wires extend radially into the sand - this is a typical "Trident" booby trap layout, a deadly trap improved by the Nazi African Corps.

The cold sweat on the back of his neck seeped into his Arab scarf, and he thought of the model of Rommel's engineer in the military museum that was blown into a honeycomb by a wire-linked mine.

"Bite the tourniquet in your mouth." Song Heping threw the rubber tube in the first aid kit to Jiang Feng, and took out the hemostatic forceps from the first aid kit.

The high temperature of fifty degrees causes the metal parts to expand slightly, and the safety pin that should have been stuck may now be in a critical state.

When the tip of his pliers touched the main fuse ring, a gust of sand-filled hot wind suddenly lifted up Jiang Feng's trouser legs, revealing the explosion-proof layer on the side of his hiking shoes that was corroded by acid.

really!

The mine was cracked, the inside was unstable, the explosive had deteriorated, and a leak occurred.

I once went to southern Xinjiang to learn mine clearance from the border mine clearance team. I have seen many such phenomena. Once a leak occurs, a chemical reaction will occur inside the mine, causing high temperature and explosion, and you must run away immediately!

Time is so tight!

Jiang Feng suddenly shuddered violently, his boot soles scraping against the mine's surface with a teeth-grinding squeak. Song Heping's temples throbbed as he saw the rust on the three trigger pins peeling off at a visible rate—this wasn't ordinary oxidation, but the electrochemical corrosion unique to the desert's saline-alkali soil. The copper pins had probably already been welded to the springs in the fuse chamber.

"Think about the money in your bank card, and think about the fact that you don't have a wife yet..." Song Heping suddenly reminded Jiang Feng without any reason.

When Jiang Feng's pupils refocused, he used the probe to trace three depressions along the mine shell - this was the fingerprint lock made by the British army to prevent the German army from dismantling it. Only those who knew the specific pressing sequence could open it.

But seventy years of wind and sand had long since worn the positioning grooves into a smooth curved surface. Song Heping's fingertips moved across the hot metal surface and suddenly touched a tiny scratch.

It is the tail hook of the Arabic numeral "7", which was the number left by a British engineer with his bayonet.

He counted the distances between the notches and pressed points 2, 4, and 5 simultaneously on the third heartbeat.

The moment the brass shell popped open, the smell of 20 grams of RDX mixed with the sour smell of ammonium nitrate hit me in the face.

Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted - the firing pin spring in the fuse chamber had been replaced with an Italian-made V42 device, and the serpentine reed unique to Mussolini's army was glowing faintly under the rust.

The British engineer who laid out this minefield probably used local materials and was a master!
At this time, Song Heping and others traveled through time and space, fighting a life-and-death battle with the British engineer from decades ago!

"Axis motherfucker."

He bit his cheek as he forced out these words, the tip of his tweezers trembling as it hovered above the reed latch. Sweat dripped down his nose, evaporating into white vapor from the intense heat three millimeters from the surface of the explosives. The twitching of Jiang Feng's calf muscles was transmitted through the ground, causing the mine detector to carve messy grooves in the sand.

When the ceramic tweezers finally clamped the fifth coil of reed, the cry of vultures suddenly came from the northwest.

Song Heping was distracted for 0.3 seconds - enough time for his pinky finger to touch the patina on the cross-wires.

A flash of light flashed from the top of a sand dune four hundred meters away. The Mossad sniper's scope was scanning the area.

"Old squad leader, I think I saw the reflection of the sniper scope." Jiang Feng's voice was unclear due to the tourniquet he was holding: "5 o'clock..."

"Do not talk……"

Song Heping tasted blood on the tip of his tongue, and his molars bit through the inner wall of his mouth.

At the seventh bend of the serpentine reed, rust and sand had formed a crystal cluster, which looked very much like the teaching bomb he had broken in the bomb disposal school.

His instructor once said: "Death likes to turn back at the seventh step."

He took out the signal mirror with his left hand and cast the light spot on the sand dunes in the southeast in the dazzling sunlight.

When the reflection from the scope turned toward the bait, he exerted force with his right tweezers. The snapping sound of the reed was drowned out by the sudden sandstorm, and the broken copper wire sparked a string of sparks in the explosive chamber.

Jiang Feng's howl and the sound of metal collision exploded at the same time.

(End of this chapter)