The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The devils who rushed into the front line of the defenders were kicked out of the position before they could gain a firm foothold. They retreated in embarrassment, facing the locust-like bullets behind them, and died all the way.

Text Chapter 468 Poison gas

Thick thick smoke swept away, and the raging flames made the air seem to be on fire, and the smell of burnt corpses was disgusting.

Standing in the simple command post with a muddy face, Zhang Handuo, looking through the binoculars at the battlefield screaming to kill the sky, also became fanatical.

"Okay! I want to kill the little devil hard, hard!" The corners of Zhang Handuo's mouth were dry and cracked like thick calluses, and the words he spoke became murderous.

Yang Ling looked across the main trench where corpses were strewn across the field, watching hundreds of little devils retreating in disarray after being beaten, and had to give a good word to these desperate brothers.

In the past, in the face of the devil's elite troops, the superior Chinese army collapsed like sand, lost countless cities, and handed over large tracts of land to the little devil.

The tragic war and the dripping blood finally made the brothers grow up, and they became as fierce as the little devils, and they would never let the little devils do whatever they wanted on the Chinese land.

They are worthy of being the heroic Chinese army, they are not worthy of their military uniforms, they can also beat the little devil to the point of fright, and kill the little devil until he is terrified.

"Let the brothers withdraw." Watching the brothers drive the little devil out of the position, Yang Ling worried that the brothers would suffer losses, so he suggested to the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo.

Although Zhang Handuo was happy because he repelled the little devil again, he also knew the danger of the little devil. In the past, they didn't know the depth and chased the defeated little devil.

In the end, he slammed into the range of the little devil's blocking firepower. Facing the stormy bullets around him, the brothers suffered heavy casualties.

How many hot-blooded men sacrificed in vain on the way of pursuit, so they turned around and ordered: "Let the brothers withdraw and stop chasing."

The disheartened messenger hurriedly turned around and called the first line of trenches, but before the call was made, the overwhelming shells hit him again.

The red-eyed brothers heard the sharp whistling sound in the air, and immediately felt bad, and turned around and ran back in embarrassment amidst the officer's swearing and cursing.

But where the legs could not run the devil's shells, many brothers screamed and were thrown high into the sky, and the sky was covered with black and red blood mist.

The brothers were blown up to a large extent. They were driven back by the devil's shells, and they rushed into the trench like dumplings in a pot, and the crushed stone and flesh mixed with the shock wave also poured into the trench.

The devils have also spent their blood, and their two fierce attacks were repelled. This time, the shelling was full of anger and roar, and it seemed that they would not stop until the mountains were blown to pieces.

The brothers who were still alive got into the tunnel one after another, panting heavily, looking at each other's gaudy cheeks covered in blood and mud, grinning and laughing.

With the tunnel that Yang Ling ordered them to dig, even if the little devil blows up the outside, they will be safe and sound, wishing the devil wasted ammunition.

The little devil's artillery bombarded the mountain again like a carpet. The fierce artillery fire really swept the hole, and the entire mountain was crumbling.

The brothers hid in the tunnel and listened to the deafening cannon fire outside, laughing and fighting, it didn't look like they were on a cruel battlefield, but the stench of the bombed corpses made them curse outside from time to time.

The devil's commander, Ono Ichiro, had already damaged hundreds of elite soldiers, looking at the almost bare mountains that had been blasted into scorched earth, his expression was gloomy.

"Your Excellency, Captain, the Chinese dug a tunnel on the mountain, and they all got into the tunnel."

Lieutenant Guizi, whose head was wrapped in thick blood-red gauze, stood upright in front of Ichiro Ono, pointing at the mountains where explosion smoke was constantly rising, gnashing his teeth in hatred.

The troops he led almost attacked twice, but those cunning Chinese soldiers always emerged from the ground like ghosts and beat them to pieces, which made him feel aggrieved and angry.

After hearing the lieutenant's report, Ichiro Ono finally understood why the carpet-like artillery fire blasted the vegetation on the hilltop to pieces, while the Chinese defenders still maintained a strong combat effectiveness.

Looking at the garrison position where the artillery fire was rumbling, Ono Ichiro's face was full of ferocious madness: "Give me an order to bombard with special bombs!"

"Your Excellency Captain...do you really want to change to special ammunition?" The lieutenant was obviously taken aback when he heard Ichiro Ono's order, and then confirmed again.

As an experienced officer, the lieutenant is well aware of the power of special bullets. He only needs to shoot a few bullets on the mountain, not to mention the Chinese soldiers hiding in the underground tunnels. The entire mountain will become a prison of death. .

Ono Ichiro was enraged by the heavy casualties, and he wanted to take the most violent revenge on the Chinese soldiers guarding the mountains: "Execute the order!"

"Hi Yi!" The lieutenant bowed his head heavily, looking at the burning mountain, his face was full of bloodthirsty frenzy, he knew that the Chinese people were finished.

"Tom tom tom—"

Soon, one after another special shells whizzed and smashed towards the scorched-earth mountains, but this time there was no earth-shattering explosion.

Instead, the shells that landed were like stink bombs, rolling down in the trench, and among the corpses, puffs of thick and thick yellow smoke began to emerge.

"Did the devil's artillery stop?" Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming's ears roared and he became temporarily deaf. He shook the brother next to him and asked loudly.

The brother next to him glanced outside and said loudly, "It seems to have stopped!"

Chen Ming stood up holding the shell gun, and roared: "Brothers, go out and prepare to fight!"

The brothers have already figured out the little devil's dull offensive tactics, that is, the artillery bombards, the infantry rushes, the infantry retreats, and the artillery bombards again.

Although the devil's tactics are rigid, the Chinese army, which is at a disadvantage in equipment, often cannot withstand a few rounds and will collapse due to huge casualties. This is also the reason why the devil is unscrupulous in the land of the Chinese.

The Chinese army shoulders the responsibility of defending the country. Most of the time, it needs to cover the evacuation of the people, and it needs to stick to the city to fight for every inch of land. This provides an opportunity for the little devils to implement this tactic, which is why the Chinese army is always in passive defense and defense. State of defeat.

The surviving brothers climbed out of the tunnel again amid the yelling of the officers. When they were preparing to fight, they also found yellow smoke permeating the position.

"Ahem——" Some brothers approached the smoke, felt their throats were extremely dry, and coughed violently while covering their necks.

Soon more brothers were also shrouded in the diffuse smoke, and they rolled on the ground convulsively. They seemed to be possessed, holding their faces and eyes, coughing up black blood...

"Back! Give me back, this smoke is weird!"

The brothers had never encountered such a situation in previous battles. Battalion Commander Chen Ming looked at the rising smoke, and led the brothers to turn around and run towards the hill, trying to escape from the demon-like smoke screen.

However, the smoke filled quickly, and the running brothers kept falling down like wooden stakes. Chen Ming turned around and saw that the faces of many brothers began to fester, and black blood flowed from their eyes. He felt his scalp numb.

Yang Ling and the others had been paying attention to the battlefield ahead. After the devil's shelling was over, they immediately got out and prepared to command the battle.

Because they were standing close to the top of the mountain, the smoke hadn't yet filled in. Seeing those brothers who kept falling down in the smoke, Yang Ling's expression changed wildly.

"Damn it, it's the poison gas of the little devil!" Yang Ling punched the ammunition box angrily.

"Quick, everyone dampen the strips with a damp cloth, don't inhale the yellow smoke!" Yang Ling was also in a hurry, and shouted at the orderly who was stunned beside him.

The old smoker heard Yang Ling's shout, and saw the brothers over there convulsed and screamed in pain one by one, and the tragedy made him shudder.

The brothers panicked and formed a ball, one after another untied the kettle and poured water. Some of them poured the water used to cool down the machine gun on their bodies, and even some brothers began to take off their pants to pee.

Main body chapter 469 heroic martyrdom

Thick and sticky smoke diffused low along the mountain like ghosts, and the brothers with half-faced dirt and half-faced blood ran towards the mountain in embarrassment like seeing a ghost.

Many brothers staggered and fell to the ground, a burst of yellow smoke shrouded them, as if possessed by ghosts and gods, rolling and convulsing on the scorched ground, their skin was rapidly rotting, and black blood flowed from their eyes.

Seeing the brothers who fought side by side died so miserably in front of him, the festering and painful appearance made the fleeing brothers tremble in their hearts. They had never seen such a battle before.

They heard the erratic shouts from a distance, and knew that the invisible murderers were the poisonous gas released by the devils. They cursed in their hearts and wanted to escape in fear.

There were more and more screams behind him, and many brothers failed to run through the yellow smoke, just like drunken drunkards, fell in the trenches in a mess, in a pool of blood, the corpses were still tender, People have died.

The brothers have never been so embarrassed. Even in the face of the devil's carpet-like artillery cover, they can bury themselves in the soil to hide, and they have never been so afraid of the bullets whistling like raindrops.