Before coming here to learn to remove explosives and mines, Zhuang Yan never expected that there would be so much hardships behind laying a small mine.

For the first week, all the members of the "Hunter" team lay on the ground every day, and trained the Venus Star Thunder Pole according to the arrangements of "Boss" Luo Xing.

Some people say that mine clearance is a job of embroidery.

This made Zhuang Yan deeply understand.

Luo Xing’s requirement is that if you can rely on the lightning probe to insert it into the soil, you can accurately judge the thunder species with your hand feel.

So, Zhuang Yan and other comrades began a monotonous and boring lightning probe training field of 10 square meters, and they had to have about 12,000 needles. Every day, each person had to complete a training task of 20 to 30 square meters, and a total of 25,000 to 30,000 needles were required.

After a week, the solemn fingers had another layer of calluses on the original calluses, and the finger joints were vaguely painful.

The training and mine-removal life here is very boring.

Because the discipline requires no running around, everyone basically didn't go out in the camp.

He was training every day, watching the soldiers in other people's mine-de-de-departure teams boarding the bus early in the morning with various equipment and blasting materials. Zhuang Yan always had some complicated thoughts.

He was eager to go to the minefield to try his training results in person, but he was also worried that he could be competent.

Although I am still a soldier from a special brigade now, I have never seen any needle type or training before?

But this time it is different. Demining is not an ordinary task, but a life-threatening task, and errors are absolutely not allowed.

But he envied those mine-de-de-soldiers. At least they had done something serious and they could get rid of real guys. When compared with others, they would immediately be half a head shorter.

What is most solemnly admired is that these mine-clearing engineers never seem to have a bitter face. They are optimistic and have a relaxed expression. Every day, it seems as if they are not going to a minefield, but it is as simple as going to a camping training.

Zhuang Yan has to sigh. It seems that being a mine-de-de-soldier must be born optimistic, otherwise he will really not be able to withstand this pressure.

Later, during the training interval, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but ask the "Boss" Luo Xing, saying whether you are afraid?

Luo Xing said: "It's a fight that makes people afraid of death. No one is born a hero. But we engineers do this job, and it's useless to be afraid. When I first went to the minefield, the platoon leader directed the last shot. The ignition station was set behind a big rock. There was no place to sit. Both the ignition hand and I were squatting. After squatting for a long time, I couldn't squat anymore. I felt a little numb with my right foot. At that time, I wanted to change my left foot, which was less than ten centimeters to the left. As a result, I felt a slump under my left foot, and then I heard a slight sound..."

"There are characteristics of places where mines have been buried. The soil is softer than the edges. I was trained and my mind was immediately blank. After thinking about it, I stepped on the mine... Do you know how scared I was at that time? My soul was about to be scared. Do you know, what was my first thing I did?"

"What are you doing?" Luo Xing's story completely aroused solemn interest and he quickly asked.

Luo Xing flattened his mouth and said, "The first thing I did was to reach out to touch my left foot to see if my foot was still there, and to see if I had touched blood. You should know that usually the movement is not very loud during an explosion, and people do not feel particularly painful. It must have been stepping on an infantry anti-infantry mine. Many people only realized that their feet were gone after they exploded."

The solemn mouth became O-shaped and could not be closed.

So he asked: "Squad leader, you haven't broken your legs now. Have you not stepped on the mine and you have a false alarm?"

"Of course not. What I stepped on was a serious 72-style anti-infantry thunder that was very fake," said Luo Xing.

"Ah?" Zhuang Yan looked suspicious and couldn't help but look at Luo Xing's left foot again.

The left foot is fine, no problem.

Luo Xing said: "I'm lucky. When I looked down, smoke came out of my feet. White smoke came out of the soil. The fuse was trampled on by me, and the explosive expander exploded, but the high explosive in the thunder body failed, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, he actually laughed.

"Or else I'll be a one-legged hero now."

It took Zhuang Yan a long time to recover.

This is really a big fortune!

"I watch the people in your mine demining team go out every day, and everyone has a relaxed expression. Isn't anyone in your mine demining team really afraid?"

"Of course some people are afraid. When we first formed a minesweeping team last year, there was a guy in our company. Kough, I didn't want to mention his name anymore. I heard that I was going to minesweep, so I refused to come, and lying on the ground and rolling on my back to go home. In the end, I really ran away. The troops went to his hometown to do ideological work, but they still refused. They would rather go to the military court than go to the minefield. However, our 120-person mine demining team back then came out with such a coward, and the others were all heroes!"

After saying that, Luo Xing smacked his lips and said unsatisfiedly: "Actually, when it comes to fear... Is it useful to be afraid? If I go to the minefield and be afraid, I will cry and call my parents once before going to the minefield every day. In fact, the more you are, the more you are, the more you will be. The more you are afraid, the more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. On the minefield, a little mistake will cost you the price of bleeding..."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued, "Besides, the matter of mine clearance is meaningful!"

"Do you know what is the happiest and proudest thing we are as mine decommissioning soldiers?" He stared at the solemn and asked, ""

Zhuang Yan said: "Is it a landmine that was successfully eliminated?"

"That's true, not so." Luo Xing said: "Last year we cleared two minefields in the next county. After delivering them to the local government, the vegetables were reclaimed and grown. Villagers could go to collect firewood and trade. Some people also built farmhouses, and their income increased a lot. Every time I passed there, I would go and see it, and then tell myself that I had participated in the minefield demining. With my efforts in this mine, I would feel that what I did was particularly meaningful, and I think..."

The same book asked Zhuang Yan seriously: "Is this matter meaningful?"

Zhuang Yan nodded quickly: "Well, of course! It makes sense!"

Luo Xing laughed after hearing this, as if solemnly, he must have hung a military medal on his chest.

Although Luo Xing said it lightly and seemed to care about the mine clearance.

Although Zhuangyan saw that the number one hundred people who were clearing the mines were all smiling all day long.

But Zhuang Yan quickly discovered that the soldiers in the mine-de-de-mine team were not really under pressure.

That night, after lying down, I suddenly heard someone whispering outside the tent.

Solemn and curious, he got up, walked to the tent, lifted up the curtain and opened a gap to look out.

In the dark camp, two black shadows were talking in the shed near the cooking squad. After a while, another black shadow flashed out of the temporary bamboo shed where the cooking squad was cooking and cooking. It seemed that something was in his hand, and the three of them whispered a few more words.

"It's done?"

"It's done, the large intestine is stewed with oil, it's delicious."

“Where is beer?”

“In the bucket.”

"Let's go."

A few black shadows looked around and walked out of the camp with slight hands.

In the middle of the night, stew the large intestines in oil?

These dog gods secretly add food?

Zhuang Yan couldn't help it, and his stomach suddenly started to growl.

He put on a camouflage top and followed him quietly.

I owe more than twenty updates, so I will pay it back every day, just add it every day. The storyteller brother, the five-pointed star, the lazy cat mm, and the book friends who rewarded them, the seven officials bowed to thank you! You are the best scholars in the world.
Chapter completed!