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

"What are you doing, what are you doing, don't mess around, you will be dealt with by military law at that time."

Seeing the brothers of the Death Squad rushing over aggressively to fire their guns, the platoon leader of the Supervising Team became impatient.

Although their supervisory team usually looks arrogant, relying on the support of the officers behind them, they don't pay attention to the officers and soldiers of the front-line troops, and they are merciless and decisive in attacking the scattered soldiers.

But when they really encountered fierce combat troops, they felt a little guilty, especially Liu Yidao and the death squads.

The death squads are all people who have fought bloody battles with little devils, and people who have passed through the gates of hell, who are afraid of some kind of military law.

"I have disliked you for a long time, and I will vent my anger on behalf of those brothers who died under your black guns!" The brothers cursed and snatched the guns from the hands of the supervisors.

Although the people in the supervisory team shouted fiercely, they didn't dare to shoot. They could play tricks on the sporadic scattered soldiers on the other side, but in the face of these death squads, as long as they dared to shoot, they might really be killed. Packed up.

In this chaotic battlefield, even if he is killed, others will think it was done by a little devil, and there is no place to avenge his grievances.

"Let's go—" Liu Yidao and the others unloaded the guns of the supervising team, squeezed them away, and walked away.

Many people in the supervisory team were beaten during the pushing and shoving, and all of them were grinning at the moment, excruciatingly painful.

"Platoon, platoon leader, what should I do?" Seeing the death squad members striding away, the supervisors of the squad were also at a loss.

"Do you see clearly which unit they belong to? They are so arrogant, they have to look good!" The platoon leader of the supervising team was kicked several times in the chaos, and at this moment he couldn't straighten up in pain, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

"They are all naked death squads..." The officers and soldiers of the supervisory team replied in a low voice.

"Bastard! Bastard! Ouch..."

Originally, he thought that the hero would not suffer from the immediate loss, and would go back and sue. Now that he didn't even know which unit the opponent was in, he was so angry that the company commander of the supervising team became angry and cursed.

Now there are several armies gathered on this battlefield, and there are more than 100 battalion-level designations. Who are they looking for?

Thinking of being disarmed and not even knowing who the opponent is, I am afraid that not only will he not get the sympathy of the officer when he goes back, he will also be scolded. The platoon leader of the supervising team has black lines all over his face.

"Hurry up and pick up some guns, damn it, this beating is for nothing..."

And Liu Yidao, who beat up the supervisor team and snatched the ammunition, did not stop. After walking along the mountain road for a while, they got into a forest with burnt trunks, detoured around the poisonous gas zone, and headed towards the devil. .

"Battalion Commander, those guys won't sue us for crimes, will they?" Some brothers were still full of anxiety.

After all, military law is ruthless. If news of the disarmament of the supervisory team spreads, I am afraid they will all be unable to bear it.

Although they were not used to the behavior of the supervising team, they did it just now on impulse.

"What are you worried about? We didn't write on our faces, and they don't recognize us. Who should we sue?" Liu Yidao didn't care.

The brothers looked at each other's upper body, Chi Jing, and laughed; "Battle Commander, you are really amazing."

"Although these guys don't do any human affairs on weekdays, the guy in their hands is really good."

Liu Yidao stroked the fancy machine gun he had snatched from the supervising team, grinned and began to smile, the deal was worth it.

They snatched more than 20 machine guns and ammunition from the supervising team. For them, who had run out of bullets, it was like sending charcoal in a timely manner.

"Battalion, Battalion Commander, there are a bunch of devils ahead." While Liu Yidao and the others were talking, the scouts who were walking ahead rushed back.

"How many people?" Liu Yidao's heart trembled.

"More than 30, with two machine guns."

"Damn it, do it!" Liu Yidao waved his big hand, and the brothers behind him scattered and started to lay an ambush on the spot.

The poisonous gas of the devils caused many Chinese attacking troops to retreat after heavy losses. The remnants of the devils were reorganized, trying to regain some tactical support points, and carried out the last dying struggle.

Text Chapter 673 Troops going south

In the complex terrain of Wanjialing, the devils threw a large amount of poisonous gas that could not be dispersed, allowing the remaining devils to stabilize the line of defense again. Without gas masks, the attacking troops were unable to attack for a while, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

The officers on the front line were overwhelmed by the release of poison gas by the devils, and hurriedly tried to find a way to allocate gas masks to the troops.

But the Chinese army can't even guarantee the usual weapons and ammunition. How can they gather so many gas masks in a short time?

But the poisonous gas will not disperse in the mountains for a while. If the poisonous gas is dispersed before launching an attack, it will take at least a day or two, and the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly.

Once the remnants of the Matsuura Division run away during this period, all efforts and sacrifices will be in vain, which is not what they want to see.

"We have already contacted the major military depots and places in the war zone to mobilize as many gas masks as possible. Although the number is small, there are still some, but it will take time..."

The staff officer's answer obviously did not satisfy General Wu Qiwei, the former commander-in-chief of the enemy. He frowned and asked, "How many can be mobilized? How long will it take to send to the troops?"

The staff officer replied with a look of embarrassment: "At present, only [-] can be dispatched, and they are being sent here day and night..."

"Why so few?"

"Mr. Wu, it's not that you don't know that we are short of bullets, medicines, military pay, and all kinds of supplies, so we still have the energy to buy gas masks. I didn't expect the little devil to be so frenzied and risk the world. Don't do such a shameless thing."

General Wu Qiwei has also commanded troops all year round, and he has a deep understanding of what the staff said. This battle with the little devil was started in a hurry.

They have fought several big battles in a row, and the ammunition and supplies stored have been exhausted long ago, not to mention that many countries have started embargoing China again in order to avoid offending the little devils, which will undoubtedly make them worse.

"We can't wait that long." General Wu Qiwei said: "According to the information, several elite divisions of the Devils are rushing towards us. If we can't solve the Matsuura Division as soon as possible, we will fall into their anti-siege."

General Wu Qiwei's words made everyone's hearts heavy. These days, the staff officers are busy collecting supplies and ammunition, analyzing the enemy's situation, and they are so busy that they don't touch the ground.

They are clear about the situation of the troops, although there are more than [-] troops in the Wanjialing area.

But these exhausted divisions lacking weapons and ammunition are incapable of fighting another big battle. Once they face the elite divisions of devils, it is very likely to cause a new rout, which is the last thing they want to see.

General Wu Qiwei dodged back and forth in the headquarters with his hands behind his back, frowning and thinking, and soon he stopped.

"Give me an order to ask the frontline troop commanders to organize people to collect the gas masks left by the devils on the battlefield, and to organize small troops to go through the poisonous gas zone, so as not to give the devils a chance to breathe."

When the combat staff heard this, his face was filled with worry: "Mr. Wu, judging from the casualties collected by the various armies, we have killed about 8000 to [-] devils, and there are at least two to three thousand remaining. I am worried." Small troops can't move in."

"I can't control that much anymore, I have to chew if I can't move! Don't be afraid of casualties!" General Wu Qiwei said murderously.

They have fought several big head-on battles with the devils in the past year, and sometimes there is no hope of victory at all.

But now that they are finally victorious, how can mere poison gas stop the heroic Chinese officers and soldiers?

"Yes, I'll make arrangements for each army to organize a small force to collect the devil's gas masks and break into them." The combat staff also strengthened their confidence.

In order to encircle and annihilate the Matsuura Division, they have already paid huge casualties, and they can't give up halfway now, because they can't face the soldiers who died, and they can't face the people who are looking forward to it.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Xue is calling..."

As soon as the combat staff turned around and left, someone hurriedly sent over a telegram from the Chief of the First Corps, General Xue Yue.

"According to the information, the Devil Suzuki detachment has already approached De'an..."