under fire

Hu Yi, standing on the top of the turret, held up his binoculars and looked at the devils busy on the road in the distance.

In the field of view of the telescope, the mortars played by the devils seem to be of different calibers from common mortars.

Based on previous combat experience, the barrel of this gun is much higher than the head of the squatting devil.

Things didn't seem quite right. If we really wanted to launch an attack on Gao Liang, there was no need to use such a large-caliber heavy mortar.

Fighting in Qingshazhang, shelling is not very useful.

It should be a 94mm mortar of the Guizi 90 type, a special caliber for fighting gas bombs!

Then there is only one possibility, the devil is going to repeat the old trick used on the 23rd regiment to fight gas bombs.

Moreover, these devils may use tea bombs!

Xiaoying is in Gaoliang to the east, and most of the backbone of the Nine Battalion is in the east!Hu Yi's scalp was numb, and he no longer hesitated: "Order, in the fastest way, notify everyone to retreat immediately! Withdraw from the ambush position to the north!"

immediately.

The sharp whistle and the clanging gong slammed, followed by three green signal bombs representing retreat flying into the air.

With all the advantages, Hu Yi gave an order for all the troops to retreat.

Crazy Yang didn't understand, but he didn't hesitate at all. Holding the grenade and the grenade backpack, he yelled strangely: "Girl, get out!"

To survive on the battlefield for a long time, it is very important to trust a trustworthy officer.

Chief Hu used all three methods of notifying the retreat, which shows that there must be a major change in the battlefield situation.

Crazy Yang may not have as much combat experience as Hu Yi, but his sensitivity to the battlefield is not bad.

Xiao Hongying's trust in Hu Yi has already been deeply rooted.

Throwing the sniper rifle to Zhang Xiaodao, he followed Crazy Yang and ran to the depths of East Gaoliang.

Luo Fugui waited for a long time without waiting for the devil team to attack, but suddenly saw and heard the signal to retreat.

He didn't say a word about Boss Hu's order, and raised a light machine gun to greet his soldiers to run faster than rabbits.

Time seems to pass quickly in seconds.

There were two muffled bangs.

A puff of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzles of the two [-]mm mortars.

The mortar landed accurately, but it did not explode, followed by thick brown smoke.

He had just received a black gun from Gaoliang, followed by the devil's third sergeant who was shot by machine guns, but he didn't expect his companions behind him to shoot at him.

He knew very well the meaning of the brown smoke, the most powerful mustard gas!
Wen Zhi died.

The sergeant was so frightened that his face turned green, he didn't dare to neglect, and he gave the order, "Put on the gas mask immediately and get out of here!"

The well-trained devils moved quickly, pulling equipment from their backpacks one after another. Fortunately, all the gas masks were prepared when they came out this time.

In the summer in North China, the southeast wind blows, Captain Guizi is not at all worried about the possibility of the smoke blowing backwards.

He just wanted to let these fellows see how powerful the imperial army is, as for how many people will die, he has no idea now!
Two strands of thick smoke were rising from the ground, being pushed northwest by the southeast wind.

The brown gas slowly engulfed the small green gauze tent, and the smoke spread along the sorghum ground.

A smell of garlic and mustard spread quickly in the sorghum field.

The strange poisonous gas seems to come from hell...

Although the poisonous gas is powerful, its effectiveness is greatly reduced after it is dispersed in the wilderness.

A thin figure rowed across the canal in a boat with two strong men in their 30s sitting on the bow.

The strong man's face was dark and his expression was full of self-confidence. He wore a broken hat, jacket, and trousers. He was carrying a shell gun on his back, and his eyes were set on the reeds in the east of the river.

After a while, the boat rowed into the reeds.

A Chinese-character face protruded from the reeds, and his tone was a bit unfriendly: "The news has been sent?"

The skinny man rubbed his hands triumphantly: "Old Liu and his wife are really courageous. The devil has already made a fuss with the Eight Route Army, so there should be no mistakes!"

Guozi looked at the canal, let the two strong men stay, and led the thin boatman into the depths of the reeds.

Until a grass hut appeared among the reeds, and two men in black with guns on their waists stood in the shadow of the door of the hut where the sun could not shine, and looked at the two people who came over.

The square face smiled at the man in black at the door: "Is the commissioner there?"

The man in black curled his lips: "Ask knowingly!"

The people in the room heard the conversation outside, and a soft voice came out: "Hehe, you came back very quickly."

The fact is that the boatman entered the house, and the boatman scanned the environment, only one young man said: "I come from Juanzi Village, my surname is Zhong."

"Oh, then I have to call you Brother Zhong." The young man looked at Brother Zhong with gloomy eyes: "How is the matter going?"

Brother Zhong was not in a hurry to explain why he came, but put on a smile on his face: "Well... the old master said one hundred rifles, when will they be delivered?"

The gloomy young commissioner squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and opened the side thatch, revealing a pile of boxes, and opened the wooden box on the top, inside the box filled with straw to prevent transport vibrations, there were three relatively new rifles.

Brother Zhong immediately widened his eyes, and then added: "The leader of the Eight Routes who crossed the river died at the hands of the devils, and the other group of Eight Routes seems to be ambushing the devils."

The young commissioner's expression was a little surprised: "You mean that the surname Zhao is dead?"

Brother Zhong nodded: "That's right!"

"Are you sure that the main force of the Eighth Route Army in Hexi has left the plain and moved west?"

"It's true, now there are only county brigades, district squads, guerrilla detachments, and mud-legged militiamen with few guns left on the plain."

Excitement rose on the face of the young commissioner: "Go back and tell Deputy Commander Cheng to find a way to kill Wang as soon as possible."

"Hehe, in terms of being shameless, you really deserve this!" Brother Zhong suddenly gave a thumbs up.

The young commissioner's face turned black: "Don't put your nose on your face."

Brother Zhong put away his thumb, then stretched out his index finger and shook it: "Don't blow your beard and stare at me, the Qing Dynasty perished thirty years ago, this area is up to us, Mr. Cheng, you haven't even grown a hair Is Lengtouqing a fart, a big-headed bird who pretends to be a fart in front of me?"

The young commissioner suppressed the anger in his heart: "You have to understand that although we can't touch the little devils now, I only need to move a finger to kill you low-level thieves."

Brother Zhong is not good at it: "Hehe, if it weren't for this rifle, I would kill you right now!"

"Okay, in terms of bragging, I'm willing to bow down to you, and quickly carry the rifle onto the boat." If it wasn't for the instructions from the superior, the young commissioner would really like to shoot this short-sighted bandit to death.

Brother Zhong turned to the door and blew his whistle three times.

From the reeds around the hut, a group of black-clothed men emerged.

The special commissioner looked at Brother Zhong, but he didn't expect that this guy had hidden people outside, so most of his subordinates were under the influence of them?After hesitating for a while, he warned: "The devils spread Huliella bacteria everywhere, you better be careful!"

Brother Zhong's expression changed suddenly: "What did you say?"

Seeing the change in this guy's expression, the special commissioner felt that he had finally regained some face: "Hehe, what is Hu Liela, I believe you should have got the news from Eight Roads."

Brother Zhong forced himself to be calm: "Hehe, in front of Brother Jiang, the number one expert in Jinmen, the things Xiong Erlang played with are nothing like farts!"

"Don't be careless, if you touch Huliela's thing, you will die at every turn!"