With a subtle look of horror on his face, the Marine Corps member's whole body seemed to stiffen.
He could feel a hard, flat object being placed under the soles of his combat boots.
He did not dare to act rashly, but looked down slightly at the snow layer that was about to reach his knees.
He slowly raised his head and gave Liszt a wry smile: "Sorry, my luck is a bit bad."
"It's small things, don't worry."
Liszt's face was solemn, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the snow in the forest around him, but there was nothing unusual about the white appearance.
The heavy snow blowing in the wind had already wiped away the traces of who knows how long.
Clean and tidy.
Taking a deep breath, Liszt handed his wine bottle to the Marine with a backhand, nodded and said, "Take a sip of vodka to warm yourself up."
Slowly raising his left hand, Lister turned to look at Karl, who wanted to get off the snowmobile to help, and also gestured to him.
At the same time, he said to another Marine next to him: "Everyone is on the snow.
Stay on the motorcycle, stay alert and report the situation immediately."
"clear."
Karl nodded, and at the same time he climbed up quite flexibly, standing on the snowmobile, holding his 4a1 assault rifle and looking around with extremely vigilant eyes.
This place is already within the scope of activities of the Canadians, and I am afraid that it is already within easy reach of Nakitimat Town.
Otherwise, those Canadians would never have laid these mines.
And this is quite clear to Liszt.
The biggest effect of these landmines deployed on the edge of the defense zone is not to kill the enemy, but to hinder the enemy's advance speed. and alert the defenders in the defense area.
There are important signs of abnormality now "Keep your balance.
Leave the rest to me."
Liszt turned around and got off the snowmobile, but his legs were also very cautiously submerged into the snow, and his expression was also very cautious.
Before you understand the type of landmine, any unnecessary movement will cause an explosion.
Killing yourself may be a trivial matter, but once the Canadian defenders know that there is an invasion, I am afraid that as long as an armed helicopter comes, they will be brutally wiped out. .
Slowly exhale a breath of white mist.
The effect of Liszt's enhanced physical fitness, which is twice that of ordinary people, has been fully revealed at this moment.
He could control almost every muscle, carefully sensing the strange changes in the snow under his feet as he moved forward, as well as any suspicious collapses.
Fortunately, he arrived at the Marine smoothly and found no other mines.
Liszt slowly squatted down and took his hands out of the thick gloves, regardless of the biting ice outside.
He reached out and touched his right leg, and at the same time he said calmly: "It seems that the Canadians are very careless.
The density of the mines they laid is a bit too high."
"The only lucky thing among misfortunes."
There was a wry smile on the corner of the Marine's mouth, but his hand holding the wine bottle was trembling slightly, which already showed the fear in his heart.
But after swallowing slowly, he raised his head and drank a sip of vodka.
The heat flowed down his throat, seeming to numb the fear in his heart.
He took a long breath and asked, "Anti-infantry mine." " "Well, anti-infantry mine, you're really lucky."
Nodding slowly, Liszt pushed all the snow on both sides of his legs aside.
Looking at the military green mines under his combat boots, his expression softened slightly.
Reflexively pulling out a military dagger from his calf, Liszt held down the boot on the mine with one hand.
At the same time, he raised his head and nodded to him, shaking his head and saying, "When you go out in the future, remember to pray for God's grace."
As he spoke, he reached out to untie the laces of his boots.
At the same time, the sharp bayonet was instantly inserted into the bottom of the combat boots.
As he exerted force with one arm, the entire boot was pierced.
Liszt's other hand immediately pressed the tip of the knife and said to the soldier without raising his head: "Get ready, lift your feet."
"clear."
The Marine's combat boots had been loosened, and the spacious plush interior made it easy for his raised feet to free themselves from inside.
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Regardless of the cold and stepping in the snow, he immediately squatted down, held both ends of Liszt's dagger with both hands, and frowned at the same time and asked: "Then what should we do next?
There are no stones around us."
"No need for stones."
A little data flow appeared in Liszt's eyes, and bricks appeared in his hands, piled up in the snow next to him.
He moved the daggers one by one neatly and started to pile them up along the way.
When they reached almost half a meter in height, he nodded slowly and his face became a little more relaxed: "Okay."
The member of the Marine Corps also slowly released his hand, watching the thick and heavy bricks firmly pressing the dagger underneath, while leaving the military green anti-infantry mine still motionless, with a look on his face.
A little more thankful: "If it had been triggered by lightning, I'm afraid my legs would be gone by now."
"So you need to pray to God."
Standing up and clapping his hands, Liszt exchanged a pair of combat boots for him, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.
He looked at the white snow in the forest around him, which seemed to be without any abnormality.
But with a certain solemnity, he just said slowly: "This seems to be a bit troublesome."
He didn't know where the mines were placed nearby.
Once he walked past them, even if he had methods to deal with such anti-infantry mines, he couldn't dismantle them one by one.
Slowly frowning, Liszt raised his hand and said to Karl over there: "Go back along the route you came from.
If the mines here cannot be cleared, I'm afraid our offensive mission will also be postponed."
But Lister's brows were also frowning slightly.
He looked at the military green landmine that was pressed under the bricks.
There were Soviet writings on it.
There was no doubt that it was an anti-infantry mine made by the Soviets.
On the metal shell It also carries fine web marks, and the fragments formed in this way can cause a lot of damage to the enemy's lower body.
"Made of metal" Liszt raised his eyebrows slightly, but the corner of Liszt's mouth curled up into a smile.
He closed his eyes and looked at several tools in the system, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.
At the same time, he nodded to Karl and the others and said: "Maybe we don't need to go back.
"A backpack-like object appeared in his hand, with a long pole attached to it, and he nodded: "The anti-infantry mines of the 1960s, I have to say that the supplies provided by the Soviets to the Canadians were still quite backward
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