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Chapter 299 Desperate Rescue (Please ask for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!)

All conventional tactics have proven ineffective.

Light machine guns and grenade launchers are useless against the solid stone tower. The only infantry artillery gunner who is threatening not only refuses to fire, but even carries their squad leader to ask for medical treatment. As an exhibit in the ruins.

And more than 40 infantrymen took turns to attack at the cost of losing 14 people, and did not exhaust the bullets of the stubborn Chinese soldier.

He even has the terrible long-handled grenade equipped by the Chinese. The grenade thrown from the hole is comparable to a mortar shell. Not to mention Hula, the explosive package that was blown away gave another "two kicks" in the air, and the terrible air wave almost buried alive the light machine gun duo who were supporting him 20 meters away.

If Komura Kumaichi hadn't acted decisively and quickly ordered everyone to cover with firepower, and personally took a few people to dig open the brick wall, the two unlucky children would have suffocated to death.

The life of the Imperial Army cannot be wasted like this. Conventional tactics are useless, so use unconventional tactics. Except for the team that is already wearing a gas mask that is preparing to attack, the rest have all retreated 80 meters away.

On the side of the grenadier soldier was a box of special grenades with a scary red skull mark painted on the surface. It was a special type of grenade specially issued by the wing headquarters to infantry squadrons who entered the ruins to search.

Once the thing is opened, it means the coming of the god of death, which is much more terrifying than the explosives that can kill people.

If there is no gas mask, even the instigator himself will not easily touch this weapon that seems to have been brought from hell.

Komura Kumaichi has experienced firsthand the horrific consequences of this weapon.

On the North China battlefield, at least one infantry regiment of Chinese soldiers built a position in a hilly area and withstood four or five waves of attacks by his infantry brigade without retreating. It seems that the full-scale shelling of Menshan Cannon could not destroy their will, but only 3 minutes after encountering this mustard gas attack, all their bravery was in vain.

In the end, less than 300 people fled the battlefield, and more than a thousand people stayed in their positions. Wearing a gas mask, Komura Kumaichi witnessed the horror of mustard gas bombs with his own eyes. Chinese soldiers died in their battle positions.

A large number of blisters appeared on the skin contaminated with mustard gas, some of which were the size of eggs, and shocking yellow water flowed out after painful struggle and damage.

But Komura Xiongyi knew that this was nothing. The real cause of death of those Chinese soldiers who were still able to fight to the death in the artillery fire was because mustard gas entered their respiratory system.

Military doctors dissected the corpses on the battlefield to examine the cause of death. After breaking open the chest of the corpse, they found that the lungs of the dead due to gas bombs were severely swollen, like a fully inflated ball. The terrible emphysema made them unable to breathe. Breathe normally, within 2 minutes, they will die tragically due to suffocation.

Even as a victor, Komura Kumaichi didn't want to see this kind of weapon appear again, because the distorted face of the Chinese had been occupying his nightmares for several months.

But now, for the honor of the empire, he had to use this special ammunition.

The Chinese on the top of the stone tower is doomed. Although the power of the grenade explosion cannot destroy the solid stone wall, he is not a god but a man after all.

To be human is to breathe.

The mustard gas floating in the air will enter the top of the tower with many holes and enter his respiratory system. Like those once heroic Chinese soldiers, he will die of asphyxiation caused by pulmonary edema.

This is the power of technology, the firmness of personal will, is still too weak in the face of the great changes brought about by technology.

The team wearing protective clothing and gas masks in the ruins more than 20 meters away did not even carry explosives.

Because their mission is to enter the stone tower and bring back the corpse of the Chinese.

Although, according to Komura Kumaichi's own idea, he wanted to bury this brave and fearless enemy in the place where he had fought, and even set up a monument as a memorial, but he knew that this might not be up to him. The battle area suffered heavy losses, and the already crazy Captain Shao Zuo and Da Zuo Lian, at least the captain of the detachment, needed to use Chinese corpses to deter the Chinese in the city.

Hanging up the corpse of this Chinese warrior, and even promoting his bravery to the Chinese soldiers in the city, just to stimulate the Chinese and make them lose their minds, so that the Imperial Army will have more opportunities.

On the North China battlefield, Komura Xiongyi's Fifth Division often did this. After conquering all the stubbornly resisting Chinese positions, they would definitely choose to execute the wounded Chinese soldiers who could not evacuate the scene in front of the Chinese people.

Even when ordinary people dare to cry and bow their heads, they will be sent to dig a huge earth pit, and they will also bury themselves in it when they bury the corpse.

Those who dare to resist will die!His Excellency, Commander Seishiro Itagaki, used such a simple and crude method to crush the will of most Chinese people on the front lines they passed.

"Uncle Crow, what is the ghostly thing that the little devil is wearing? Could it block bullets?" The little bald man who looked at the ghost soldier hiding among the ruins wearing a gas mask from the hole asked curiously. crow.

"That's a gas mask. It's broken. Seeing that they can't attack hard, the devils are going to make gas bombs again." Crow has never eaten meat but has seen pigs walk, and he has already experienced a wave of gas bomb attacks before. Also understand when the gas mask will appear.

The previous wave of poisonous gas had already been melted in the mist and rain. Even the Japanese soldiers put away their gas masks for the convenience of fighting.

"Heavy rain, hurry up and hide on the fourth floor below. Remember, the farther you are from the top of the tower, the better. Also, wet your clothes with urine, cover your mouth and nose, and try to minimize your breathing."

"I won't go, I want to be with Uncle Crow, otherwise someone will help you watch the devil's actions, and you have to shoot and observe by yourself, but you can't take care of it." The little bald man who didn't understand the terrible poisonous gas was very reluctant.

"Listen to Uncle!" Uncharacteristically, Crow gently touched Xia Dayu's bald head and said softly. "That thing is very powerful. If you accidentally inhale it, you will die. If you have a problem, I have to take care of you, right?"

"Then, how can Uncle Crow hide?" Little bald man's eyes were full of worry.

"Me? Don't worry, I've fought so many battles with the little devil, and I'm alive and well without seeing Nong Crow?" Crow tried his best to show a relaxed expression on his face. "Ala is the same as Nong, just wet his clothes and cover his nose. Nong, hurry up, they are all big men, don't be such a mother-in-law."

The boy was reluctantly driven off the top of the tower by the crow.

Crow also picked up his clothes, wet his mouth and nose with urine, and wrapped his body with military uniform as much as possible. This was mentioned by Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao in the block combat training that was not too long that night. When the Japanese use this kind of chemical weapon, this is the only way to reduce the damage.

I am not afraid of death, but I have to die slowly, so that the Japanese will suffer more.

That's the mindset of the Ravens right now.

On the attic 70 meters away from Xilin Temple, there were two men in Japanese military uniforms lying on their stomachs.

As the personal guard of the lieutenant general, Zhao Daqiang is naturally an elite soldier selected from thousands of troops.

Not everyone is qualified to be a bodyguard. In addition to being absolutely loyal, they must also be strong enough.

Short in stature, but capable enough, but the body of 1.6 meters hides the power to fight one against five. The hard experience of living in Wushan when he was a child gave Zhao Daqiang a tenacious heart. Strength, and the military training after joining the army has brought his talent into full play.

Strong strength, precise shooting and tenacious temperament made Liu Yuqing think that he should be a soldier by nature, so he took him to his side.

After following the lieutenant general for a long time, Zhao Daqiang naturally has enough vision to quickly judge the situation.

If the Songhu War hadn't come, in order to protect the safety of the lieutenant general and division commander, Zhao Daqiang, who was still a sergeant, would have been sent to the infantry company to serve as the infantry platoon leader for training.

Looking at the actions of the Japanese army from a distance, Zhao Daqiang's eyes were full of despair.

Since he was ordered to sneak into this battlefield to meet the friendly forces, he has been observing for more than 15 minutes, but he did not fire the signal flare according to the request of the division seat.

It wasn't because he found that there was only one friendly army, but, no matter how he weighed it, even if the mortar group fired at this side with all their strength, he could only judge desperately that no one could rescue the brother from the security team who was in desperate situation.

At this time, the Japanese army was almost surrounded on all sides, not to mention using small gas bombs.

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