Under the banyan tree that was filled with the strong smell of corpses, three reporters from CBS each finished taking photos. Zach and Li Youfu couldn't help but start retching again.

However, Wei Ran was not affected at all as if he had lost his sense of smell, and instead walked around carefully.

There are not many stilted huts here, but none of them remain intact. They were all burned down, leaving only piles of debris.

However, although the thatched house no longer exists, there are some things deliberately missing on and around a tree stump that is knee-high and nearly one meter in diameter at the edge of the camp.

There were two cans of American beer and a pack of Haocai cigarettes placed on the stump. In addition, there was a particularly familiar zippo lighter.

The sign hanging on the tree in the distance corresponds to the more difficult words on the number - Born in the north, died in the south. It is also one of the relics left by Zach for future generations.

Also writing this sentence were two upside-down enamel jars. On the bottom of the upward-facing jar, as if to provoke, were two American canned goods.

And right next to them, there was a Yuyue 65 kettle that had been seized by Weihan, and a dozen compressed biscuits.

Not only that, around the tree stump that seemed to have been used as a table before, there were also scattered several wooden ammunition boxes that smelled of strong urine, as well as a door that had been dismantled into parts, and scattered everywhere were Chinese-made ammunition boxes.

Type 63 60mm mortar.

"These provocations and intimidations must have been left deliberately," Zach said firmly after taking photos of these things.

"Don't move!" Wei Ran stopped Zach's hand reaching for the tree stump.

"I just want to get..."

"Stay back," Wei Ran said without any doubt, "Stay far away and hide."

Hearing this, Zach was stunned, quickly retracted his hand and took a few steps back, helping Li Youfu to hide behind a big tree that had lost all its leaves.

At the edge of the tree stump, after careful observation, Wei Ran pulled out the Kaaba 1217 from the side of his butt bag, carefully stretched the blade along the edge of one of the upside-down enamel jars, and then gently inserted it.

He opened the enamel jar a little, put his finger in and touched it.

Soon, he touched the thing hidden inside and held it tightly with his fingers.

Carefully turning the enamel jar over, he clearly saw that there was an M67 grenade stuck in the enamel jar that had the safety pin removed.

This is an extremely vicious trap. Whether you pick up the enamel jar or kick it away angrily, once the grenade slips out of the enamel jar, a killing area with a radius of 15 meters will be formed.

And he had a vague feeling that although this grenade looked ordinary, its delay fuse might not even last one second.

Looking around, he couldn't find anything that could replace the safety pin. He simply placed the enamel pole face up on the tree stump, then repeated his trick and turned over another enamel jar, which also contained a

A dangerous grenade.

Without letting down his vigilance, he carefully inspected all the beer, cigarettes and other items placed on the tree stump and was surprised to find that there was nothing in those cigarettes, beer, and compressed biscuits. The Yuan Yue 65 kettle contained

But it's full of Coke that's still refreshing.

But compared with these temptations, the cotton in the lighter's oil storage compartment is not filled with kerosene. Instead, it is likely to be glycerin dynamite that explodes as soon as it is dropped!

Carefully, he gently placed the lighter's inner pot on the tree stump. Wei Ran put the lighter under his nose again without giving up, smelled it gently, and then placed it on the tree stump.

Not daring to continue to open the pack of cigarettes and beer, Wei Yan turned his attention to the ammunition boxes around the tree stump and the mortar that had been dismantled into parts.

After some investigation, he successfully found another grenade from the mortar barrel.

Not only that, he also discovered that the wooden boxes around him were filled with mortar shells.

If those traps just now were used to kill "rookies", then these tempting mortar shells are aimed at the guerrilla veterans who are trying to recover these precious ammunition.

Thanks to the public information that can be found everywhere in later generations, he is almost certain that these mortar shells packed in boxes and half buried in the soil were definitely not there before the massacre.

On the contrary, there is a high possibility that they were brought here specially by the American soldiers who carried out the massacre and kept here specifically.

At some point in the future, when an experienced guerrilla eliminates the dangers just discovered and successfully seizes these mortars and artillery shells that appear to increase the explosive power of the trap, this trap will

It has just been activated.

As long as someone takes these mortar shells to participate in the battle against the Americans, when those modified mortar shells are stuffed into the barrel on the battlefield, they may explode violently before they can fly out of the barrel.

.

The damage that can be caused by that time will be far more than just destroying a mortar. It may also take away the lives of all the gun crew members - especially with so much ammunition, no one knows how many rounds are in it.

"Ghost shells", and it is not clear how many gun crew members they will be distributed to.

What is even more disgusting is that at this moment, the Americans have begun to spread rumors among the guerrillas through various channels that "the weapons provided by China are unreliable."

These insidious traps were the evidence of those rumors, which made the Viet Cong, who already lacked weapons, doubt the weapons in their hands, making them always worry that the weapons in their hands would explode and kill them every time they fought.

I have to admit that the United States not only has world-class remote dog-raising technology, but it is also really good at engaging in public opinion wars.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If nothing else, just give the Viet Cong the "Wandering Soul Project" represented by the phrase "Live in the North, Die in the South."

It brought great psychological shock and actually persuaded a considerable number of "Southern rebels" to surrender.

"Victor, are you okay?" Zach, who was hiding behind the tree, asked in a low voice.

"come on"

Wei Ran, who had come back to his senses, waved them over, and then described all the traps he had discovered and the speculations behind them.

"I dare say that the Nazis during World War II were nothing more than this."

Zach picked up the lighter shell and looked at it with a disgusted look on his face, then picked up the dangerous liner, carefully pulled out the cotton ball filled with glycerin and dynamite, placed it on the tree stump, and then turned to the liner.

Put it into the shell and stuff it into your pocket.

Seeing Wei Ran looking at him, Zach spread his hands and said, "Leave a souvenir."

"whatever"

Wei Ran specifically pointed to the pack of cigarettes and beer on the tree stump, "Don't touch those things, they are probably poisonous."

"Provocation, intimidation, temptation"

Zach summarized everything on and around the tree stump in three words, and said in a mocking tone, "I even wonder if the person in the Pentagon who formulated such a vicious battle plan is a mustache who faked his own death."

"This is really strange coming from the mouth of an American like you," Wei Ran said with a smile, and at the same time he reached out and picked up the Yue-Vietnam 65 kettle.

"You are American too"

Zach said mockingly, "We are all Americans, we are all invaders."

"Guess what's in here?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he poured out the Coke from the kettle and slowly poured it on the cotton ball filled with glycerin and dynamite that Zach had just picked out.

"It must be more than just Coke," Zach said almost firmly.

“You’re right”

Wei Ran said equally confidently, "I guess if you drink it, you will definitely have diarrhea and you will probably contract malaria."

Before he finished speaking, he hung the kettle on his belt.

"Then you still..."

"If there is a chance to make a fire, as long as it is boiled and boiled, at least we will have an extra kettle to use." Wei Ran patted the kettle on his waist and said.

"It's starting to get dark, we should really consider finding a place to light a fire." Before Li Youfu finished speaking, his stomach began to growl.

"Before that, we still have one thing to do." Zach said suddenly.

"What happened?" Li Youfu asked.

"Let's hide all the films we've taken here."

Zach said, "There are guerrillas behind us. I don't want to be caught and watch those Charlies destroy the shots I took. Especially when we still have the ones preserved by Angus."

Evidence, they must be hidden here too."

"Hiding here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise, pointing around.

"Just hide here"

Zach nodded seriously, "This way, if I have a chance to survive, I will have a reason to come here."

"Then hide here"

Wei Ran nodded indifferently, looked around, carefully freed up a box containing mortar shells, and then selected a box that was on the same line as the tree stump and the banyan tree, but at the other end of the banyan tree.

He grabbed a stone protruding from the ground and started digging a burial pit with the Kabbah 1217.

With the help of Zack, who was holding an obstacle removal knife, and Li Youfu, who was holding an M7 bayonet, the three of them quickly dug a pit that was half a meter deep and was enough to bury the ammunition box.

After Zach opened an orange rubber waterproof bag, Wei Ran immediately took out the three No. 4 deer bullets with the wrong weight in the ammunition bag, pried them open one by one, and stuffed all the films inside into the film seal provided by Li Youfu.

Tighten the seal tightly before throwing it into a waterproof bag.

This was not over yet. He then dug out the burned grenadier vest in his butt bag, along with those in his pocket, the films he had taken before, and even the ones he had just taken out of the camera and put into the sealed canister.

All the film inside was also thrown into the waterproof bag.

Zach and Li Youfu were doing the same thing. Zach even put condoms on the Yashica half-frame camera that belonged to the former medic of Team T, and his miniature camera that was used as a talisman.

Go in.

"Throw these in too. You might get into trouble if you carry them with you."

As Li Youfu spoke, he took out a roll of U.S. dollars and several vouchers from his bag, wrapped them in condoms and threw them into a waterproof bag.

“That makes sense”
To be continued...