The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 241 The Road to Death
Claymore anti-personnel mines, also known as directional landmines or broadsword landmines, are called "this side facing the enemy" by people in the Jianghu. They are probably the most famous and most familiar anti-personnel landmines to ordinary people.

In many military-themed movies and games, you can see this rectangular, slightly curved small iron box, which contains less than one kilogram of C4, plus 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 upright, insert the four small 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 tree branch, or even inserted in a puddle.

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

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, and the bullet cut a deep groove on the outside of his thigh.

"Detonate!"

Following Shebek's order, 24 broadswords exploded at the same time, and tens of thousands of small steel balls were evenly scattered in the center of the 70-meter-long dirt road.

The gunshots disappeared in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be paused. Except for the aftermath of the explosion and dust blowing past, 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 all right?" Shebek came closer and extended 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. Besides, on this small island with poor medical conditions, it is better to die quickly than to be tortured to death slowly in pain.

However, after all, the broad sword is only an anti-personnel landmine, and its power is not great. It relies on the dense steel balls shot out when the explosive is detonated to kill and injure unprotected personnel.

Therefore, less than half of the people were killed on the spot, and most of them were only wounded, but almost no one could maintain their combat effectiveness. At this distance, the steel balls flying from them could instantly crush a person's 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 a few cars that hadn't had time to enter the coverage area of ​​the broad sword. They were frightened by the tragedy after the explosion, and turned their steering wheels desperately.

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."

Gasparre opened the door of an off-road vehicle and dragged down a one-armed old man with blood on his face. It was one of the biggest leaders of the "Abu Sayyaf" organization on Jolo Island, Radulan Chacillon.

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.

Raduran Chassilon's men left nearly 80 corpses on this dirt road. Counting the ones that Jack killed in the previous sneak attack, the total loss exceeded one-third, and the crisis should be temporarily lifted.

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

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 a small matter at home yesterday, and my mentality was a little broken. Sorry for missing a chapter, and I will fill it up as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)