Bright Sword: Develop alone, bring back an artillery regiment

Chapter 239 The prestige of chili peppers, the little devils are all blind

Seeing the wheat straw falling from the cliff, Kazuo Watanabe couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, showing a mocking expression on his face.

He said to himself: "These Chinese people are really stupid. Using incendiary bombs can't do anything to us. Now they are still using wheat straw. It's ridiculous!"

The Major Chief of Staff at the side said: "Brigade Commander, it must be that the reinforcements led by Yamamoto-kun are about to break through the defense line of the Chinese Army. They are in a hurry, so they started to go to the doctor in a hurry."

Kazuo Watanabe nodded heavily: "Yo Xi! It must be like this!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, there was a sudden violent coughing sound in front of him. Moreover, this sound seemed to be contagious. Soon, more and more people joined the coughing army.

"what happened?"

Kazuo Watanabe's complexion suddenly turned extremely ugly.

A ghost captain ran over to report while coughing: "Brigade Commander, this smoke is poisonous...cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."

"Is this smoke poisonous?" Kazuo Watanabe was taken aback for a moment. After finishing speaking, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in front of him. Along with the cold wind, there was also a puff of blue smoke.

Kazuo Watanabe inadvertently poured a mouthful of cold wind into his mouth, and then felt a choking nose, and coughed uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes seemed to be burned by flames, and there was a burst of burning pain.

At the same time, the ghosts around Kazuo Watanabe also coughed violently in the green smoke, and soon tears and snot flowed out.

"It's chili peppers! These shameless Chinese Eighth Route Army, they actually put chili peppers in the wheat straw! Damn it, it's really hateful!"

Amidst bursts of yelling and cursing, some devils ran to an open place in the middle of the canyon because they couldn't bear the torment of the chili smell, and began to breathe in fresh air.

Cool!
Seeing his companions breathing in the fresh air contentedly, the ghost soldiers huddled under the cliff also ran over one after another.

However, at this moment, there were bursts of intense gunfire on the mountain.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Da da da!"

"Crack, clap clap clap!—"

In the bean-like gunshots, dense bullets poured down the canyon like a gust of wind and rain, covering them.

"Baga! Withdraw, quickly withdraw! Cough cough...cough cough..."

Kazuo Watanabe has already realized that the situation is wrong. While enduring the torture brought by the pepper, he kept calling for those subordinates to withdraw.

Inadvertently, he inhaled a few big mouthfuls of chili pepper gas, and the coughing became more severe.

However, it was too late. By the time Kazuo Watanabe's words fell, dozens of ghost soldiers' bodies had already been beaten into hornets' nests, and they all screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ugh, ugh!—"

"Help me, medic, help me..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The devils screamed one after another, cries for help, and violent coughs intertwined and rang together.

Seeing this, the rest of the devils were all frightened, stopped in their tracks, and then covered their mouths and noses with the corners of their clothes, trying not to feel so uncomfortable.

Some smarter devils even poured out the water in the kettle, soaking the corners of their clothes.

Seeing this, the devils next to him followed suit.

And at this moment, a charge horn sounded suddenly from the northwest direction.

"Di da da, di di di di, di da da, di di di!—"

The devils of the 9th Brigade had dealt with the Eighth Route Army a lot, so they naturally knew what the sound of the horn meant.

In the past, when they heard the charge horn, they didn't feel anything.

Because usually the Eighth Route Army ran out of bullets, and then launched a charge to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them.

But this time is different from the past, the same charging horn sounds, to the ghosts of the 9th Brigade at this moment, it is like the urging sound of the king of Hades.

"Baga! The Eighth Route Army is about to attack!"

"Prepare to fight, counterattack, counterattack, and wipe out this group of Eighth Route Army!"

The devil officers immediately drew out their command sabers, waved the saber with one hand, covered their nose and mouth with the other, and commanded the battle.

The ghost soldiers resisted the pungent smell in their nose, nose and eyes, and began to rely on the favorable terrain to prepare for battle.

Unfortunately, because they were in the downwind, the spicy smell that hit their faces made them cough uncontrollably, snot and tears kept flowing out, and they couldn't even open their eyes at all.

In such a situation, no matter how high the fighting literacy of the little devil is, it will not be able to show it at this time.

Soon, dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers who were opening the way in front of them rushed over under the cover of smoke.

The automatic weapons they held in their hands were either light machine guns or submachine guns.After rushing close, these Eighth Route Army soldiers pulled the trigger decisively one after another, shooting a volley at the blind little devil.

"Da da da!"

"Tug-chug-chug!..."

The little devils in the smoke, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, screamed and fell to the ground.

Some little devils tried to open their eyes and raised their guns to fight back, but as soon as they opened their eyes a crack, they could only continue to close them because of the pain, and then shot randomly like a blind man, without a trace of precision at all.

Some little devils wipe their eyes with wet towels or the corners of their clothes, trying to restore their eyesight as soon as possible, but it's okay if they don't wipe, but it hurts even more when they wipe.

Soon, hundreds of soldiers from the new regiment, armed with bayonets, rushed into the devil's position and handed over with the devil's short soldiers of the 9th brigade.

It is true that in ordinary times, due to the lack of weapons, equipment, training, and nutrition of the Eighth Route Army soldiers, fighting bayonets is no match for the little devils.

Even two or three Eighth Route Army soldiers may not be able to kill a devil soldier.

But today is different from the past, the ghost soldiers of the 9th Brigade, under the attack of peppers, their eyes were red and swollen like monkey buttocks. Can't help the tears.

As a result, the current little devils are like a group of blind people, whose fighting power is not as good as one-tenth of usual.

In particular, they were still newly blind, unable to adapt to the darkness in front of them at all.

The sudden darkness caused many little devils to panic. In order to protect themselves, they waved the weapons in their hands indiscriminately, causing accidental injuries, and died under the bayonets of their companions.

Shouts, screams, and roars rang together, and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Taking advantage of his illness, wanting him to be ill, the soldiers of the Xinyi Regiment will not spare the little devils in front of them just because they have temporarily become blind.

Instead, while they were not paying attention, a bayonet was placed on their heart. The more miserable the little devil screamed, the more excited they became.

New and old grudges, all anger, all burst out at this moment, becoming their motivation to kill the enemy!

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(End of this chapter)