But he walked along the hillside toward the bottom of the valley for less than 20 meters. Before Pan Guan's slow progress, a seemingly abrupt and crooked shrub appeared before him. And less than five meters away from the shrub, a thin steel wire also reflected a faint cold light on the night vision instrument light sheet worn by Pan Guan.

After carefully squatting, Pan Guan slowly stabbed the soft soil in front of him with the dagger in his hand. After confirming that there was no suspicion within the distance of a step ahead, he slowly moved his footsteps and got closer to the shrub that was obviously growing crookedly due to the pulling of steel wires. He couldn't help but sneer disdainfully...

In terms of skills in burying bolts, Pan Guan is indeed not as professional as Bao Lei, and is not even as thorough as Harbala's understanding of explosives. However, in the long-term cooperative combat, Pan Guan also has enough understanding of the layout of various bolts.

Just like the shrub in front of you that was deliberately pulled into a crooked growth with the steel wire of the trip-haired thunder, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, it is just a not qualified trip-haired thunder fixture. You just need to mark it and bypass it, or simply take some trouble to clear the exposed thunder.

But for those thunder war masters who are good at guessing the psychology of mine clearers or professional engineers, using exposed thunder to attract the attention of mine clearers and laying out another thunder in the safest position is the safest and most effective way to kill.

It took only a moment to slowly spike the land near the bush with a dagger. The touch from the fingers of the thunderbolt has clearly shown that an anti-infantry mine is buried under the land near the bush.

Carefully brushing the soil near the root of the shrub with his fingers, Pan Guan looked at the wooden-shelled anti-infantry mine gradually exposed in front of him, and couldn't help but mutter: "Milled-shelled mine? What era is this? Why are there anyone using this?"

Although he was confused, Pan Guan's hand movements were not slow at all. In just over a dozen seconds, Pan Guan had taken out the wooden mine from under the soil and carefully removed the hair pressing device and detonating detonator on the wooden mine.

Holding the wooden mine in his left hand, Pan Guan turned around and shook the wooden mine that had just been eliminated by himself at Tang Guoming. He gently pressed the communicator button with his right hand: "I haven't seen this type of mine for a long time? I remember this thing first appeared during the Soviet Patriotic War, and then the Germans also started to use it. The last time it appeared in large quantities was probably in the 1970s, right? Vietnamese monkeys used this thing specifically to deal with our engineers, which made our engineers suffer a lot!"

Keeping his gun-proof posture, Tang Guoming just glanced at the appearance of the wooden mines raised in Pan Guan's hand, and nodded and responded: "This is Vietnamese goods. After the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, we took the initiative to retreat. A large number of wooden mines created by the Vietnamese were useless and scattered on the arms black market. I just didn't expect that after so long, they actually appeared here? But... look at the old and new wooden box?"

After carefully looking at the wooden shell mine in his hand, Pan Guan whispered: "The wooden shell is new, but the filled explosive block is old-fashioned TNT-Is this guy who buried the mine Vietnamese? Why are the Vietnamese traveling to Africa for? "

Tang Guoming: "Don't you know that Vietnam has a large number of mercenaries running around the world every year? Especially those remaining guys in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. They even opened a professional mercenary school. The training outline uses the same set of our Nanjing School... Okay, don't be nonsense! Keep walking on the road and pay attention to safety! Vietnamese monkeys can't get anything else, and their ability to steal is very good, so don't capsize in the gutter!"

Gently putting down the disassembled wooden mines in his hand, Pan Guan moved forward more carefully, carefully avoiding the various thunders that he had discovered. In some cases of unavoidable circumstances, he took action to disassemble. After two hours, Pan Guan, who had been exhausted and sweating for several years, finally moved to a position less than ten meters in front of the soil extraction pit.

Sitting down next to a rock that had been carefully explored, Pan Guan grabbed the soft kettle straw she carried with him and stuffed it into his mouth. He sipped a few sips of warm drinking water. Then he panted and looked at Tang Guoming who moved to him: "Boss, the minefields set up by these guys in the valley are quite large. Judging from the mine-building techniques, it should be advanced spreading and mine-building, and then a few good men who set up tricks directly into the mine-breaking area to make up for leaks. He is willing to invest such a lot of money..."

Looking at the loose mounds of soil not far away in front of him, Pan Guan couldn't help but sigh: "It's better to be a peaceful dog than to leave people! The indigenous people in these villages and towns died so unfairly..."

After sniffing slightly, Tang Guoming reached out and pinched a little bit of mud under his feet and sent it to his nose. After smelling it carefully for a moment, he responded in a low voice: "In addition to blasting the mine, there are also a lot of military-grade animal repellents, which prevents those scavengers from approaching this valley with more than 100 corpses. When the rainy season arrives, the corpses completely rot in high temperature and humid environments, and there is even more no evidence to be found! You sit and rest for a while, and take a photo of everything you see!"

He took out the military tablet computer. While pointing the camera at Tang Guoming who was slowly touching the pit, Pan Guan whispered: "Boss, what's the use of taking pictures of these? We have no evidence to prove who killed these people..."

Without looking back, she knelt next to a soft mound that emitted the rotten smell of the body. Tang Guoming pulled out the folding engineer shovel behind his waist and dug the soft mound: "Send the video information to Dagong and let him transmit it to the company as soon as possible. Xiong Yi and the professionals in the company are much better than us. What we have to do... is to give those who should see these things, see the truth of the facts. And... "

The movement in his hand paused suddenly, and Tang Guoming slowly brushed away some of the soft soil with the engineer shovel, and looked at the face of a baby who had obvious signs of rotting in the soil: "If you want to do the way for heaven, this may be pretentious! But in this world, there is always a reason to say, and there is always a way of heaven that is better!"

Obviously, he heard the strong murderous intent that suddenly rose in Tang Guoming's tone. Pan Guan couldn't help but shiver and pointed the camera more carefully at the corpses that Tang Guoming had excavated with traces of decay...
Chapter completed!