I felt that time passed very slowly, but I didn't expect it to pass so quickly! As long as it is dark, you can live, whether you follow Staff Officer Yao to break through or mix by yourself, you have a chance to live. The fortune teller actually forgot about his exhaustion and sat up on the ground: "Really? Is your watch accurate? Don't lie to me! ”

"I'm not in the mood to lie to myself."

"Anti-artillery! Hurry up and find a place! The fortune teller seemed to have suddenly been hit with chicken blood, got up excitedly, began to pull the table and pull the bench, and subconsciously muttered: "It's only an hour...... After the shelling, there will be less time...... It's getting dark, and the sky won't kill me! ”

The security forces and the devils have withdrawn, but the devil artillery is still unhurried outside the village, and they are indeed preparing for the shelling, but they are not in a hurry at all.

The northwest wind is blowing, not particularly strong, not too small, the northwest position of the brick village is the upper hand, there are some devils in this place who are in a hurry, they are not artillerymen, and now they are wearing gas masks.

Puffs of smoke were rising, pushed by the wind, slowly engulfing the brick village. It is said that it is smoke, but it does not look like smoke, it looks thicker than smoke, and it is dark green, as if it came from hell......

His name is Wang Wenxuan, he is from a place where there is a sea, he was a student, and he is full of spirit.

He had a good teacher who often taught him to recite Yue Wumu's "Man Jianghong".

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and his classmates embarked on the road of parade propaganda with high morale, vowing to wake up 40,000 compatriots to stand up and save the country and the nation. He felt that he was not good at talking, so he threw down his textbook and went to the front, carrying wounded soldiers and carrying artillery shells;

Later, an officer threw him a military uniform, and he changed from a volunteer to a soldier, and because he was a literate student, he was sent to train for field ambulance. When he put on the red cross armband on a white background for the first time, he was so excited that he secretly cried, thinking that from now on he could throw himself into the storm and use his life and hands to save the nation from peril.

I have been in the army for nearly two years, and after this winter, I should be nineteen years old. The white palm that was once used to hold the pen is now drenched in blood, rough and wounded; The once red and white cross armbands are now indistinguishable from blood and dirt.

He was standing numbly in the ruins, beside the corpse that had just died, and watched in despair as a thick cloud of smoke rose to the northwest, coming with the wind, and everywhere he passed, there was only crying and staggering.

Among the rubble, the surviving soldiers rushed out one by one, looked back at the smoke in panic, and ran wildly to the southeast, unable to get out of the village, only to choose the direction where the smoke was lighter.

Someone noticed him, so they rushed at him, he was numbly knocked down, lay down in the dust, quietly watched as the visitor snatched his medical kit, poured everything out frantically, scattered it all over the ground, and hurriedly searched for it, and then found the canvas bag hanging behind him, and immediately tore it in his hand, and took out the 24-type gas mask from it, which was only for the health soldiers, and put it on his head in a panic.

Before he could put it on, another one rushed in, knocked the man down, reached out to the other person's face and snatched it, tearing it together and rolling it.

The health soldiers got up again, headed northwest against the wind, and shouted to all those who were fleeing in panic: "Find towels, cotton cloths, clothes...... Wet, urinate, or charcoal ash, or soap...... Blindfolded ......"

The decaying ghost got up from the hole in the wall, came to Lu Hang's side and looked out the window: "What is this calling?" What's the situation? Cough...... How is this ...... Ahem......"

"The devil gassed it. Ahem......"

"Fuck me...... Ahem......"

The fortune teller also smelled wrong, and got out of the kennel he had built at the foot of the load-bearing wall: "I can't stay anymore, hurry up!" ”

Lu Hang left the window and strode towards the pile of rags in the house, and according to the faint shout outside, he desperately tore a piece of torn cotton cloth: "The devil wants to drive us together...... Cough...... If you're not afraid of shells, let's go! Ahem...... I hate shelling......"

The fortune teller said that the devil still has half a base cannonball, and it is getting dark, how can it be left until tomorrow to fight? The shells didn't come, the poison gas came first, although it didn't float all over the village, but it could drive all the living people to the southeast corner of the village, and as long as half of the village was bombarded, the fire density effect could be doubled, which was forcing the living to jump into the shell crater!

"Ahem...... You're not leaving? "The fortune teller stopped at the door to watch the ghost.

The decrepit ghost coughed in pain, looked at Lu Hang, who was about to cover his mouth and nose, and staggered and pounced, and began to tear the torn cotton cloth.

The fortune teller finally failed to step out of the door, Lu Hang's foresight made him understand, it was comfortable to go out for a while, and he died happily, if he wanted to live, he could only survive. He turned around, also went to pull the torn cotton cloth, and said urgently: "Ahem...... I can't get angry...... Cough...... Am I going to die......"

"Don't panic, cough...... It's light, and the pain is behind...... Cough...... Hurry up and get covered, and we'll go to the stove pit where there is no pot in a while......"

“…… Stove pits? So a little place...... How do you get in...... Ahem......"

"Just enough for the three of us to put our heads in...... Sew the rest of this rag with a cotton plug......"

Soon after, in the kitchen of this house, there were three people's butts pouting on the stove.

The door of the stove was blocked, and the three of them lay on the stove, their heads and chests sticking down into the pit without iron pots, and they also covered their backs with two broken quilts. According to the shouts of the health soldiers, the three heads were gathered together in the dark full of charcoal ash and gasping desperately, and there were people who spoke indistinctly, and there were ashes everywhere, and their mouths and noses were covered, and the top of their heads was covered with a broken quilt, and the sound of urns was angry.

"Looks like you've been poisoned in the past?"

"It's not the first time anyway."

"Is this easy?"

"I don't know. Colleagues who participated in the defense of Songjiang mentioned this method, and some people survived in the stove pit. ”

"Oh. What? Matsue? Does that have anything to do with your eight roads? ”

"I used to ...... In the Sixty-seventh Army. ”

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Affection...... Isn't the Eight Ways Innate? ”

Lu Hang's steamed bun black line looked at this bastard!

"What if the poisonous smoke comes in through the chimney?"

"Are you still a cook? Ever seen smoke go into the chimney? Then you can go up to the room and plug the chimney! ”

"You don't go on and on, warn you!"

Captain Devil lowered his binoculars and watched with satisfaction as the smoke filled most of the village in the wind, and it was time to close the net.

"Order the shelling to begin!" Then he said to the squad leader beside him: "After the shelling of the southeast area is over, don't wait for the smoke to clear, take your squad in, and comb from northwest to southeast." ”

The leader of the devil squad nodded impatiently, turned around and waved at his team, and the devils who were temporarily baking a fire in the snow immediately stood up, put their gas masks on their faces, and then buckled their steel helmets again, all looking like faceless monsters from hell.

The whistling of shells immediately sounded, and the piercing whistling flew away. The shooting of Zhuyuan had already been revised, and the scope of the shelling was limited to the southeast of the village, only one-third of the total area, and the order received was to run out of shells, so the devil artillerymen began to frantically reload into the muzzles of the discharged.

The devil captain smiled happily and laughed unscrupulously.

At this moment, the battle is actually over.