"Poison gas, it's poison gas" A soldier covered his mouth and nose in a panic, hurriedly touching the kettle, his eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't see clearly. "Ah, it's much more comfortable" The water poured on his face, Bing Cao suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in his eyes, and Bing Cao, who had just opened his eyes, suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest, and a flying bayonet had pierced his chest.

More than a dozen figures with gas masks on their faces were hidden in the fog and had already rushed into the gun position, and the sapper shovels, long knives, bayonets, and all the cold weapons that could be used in their hands were covered in blood. The tall old cannon naturally rushed to the front, and a sapper shovel in his hand flew and flew the flesh and blood of the Japanese gunners who could be seen. "Ahh

There was no gunshot, only the "poof" and "poof" sound of sharp blades slashing on the flesh, and the fog on the gun emplacements was mixed with the choking smell of blood. The more than 30 Japanese soldiers who stayed at the gun position were already tormented by poison gas bombs, and there were sharp blades that stabbed from the fog. The old cannon with gas masks couldn't see clearly, and they just slashed at the humanoid object. Half an hour later, the fog on the gun emplacements lifted, and the ground was already full of Japanese corpses lying in different places.

"Damn, suffocate me" The old cannon took off his gas mask and breathed heavily, the gas mask is good, but it is still very uncomfortable to put his face in it for a long time. "Inform the commander, the gun position has been taken down, go to the village immediately" The goat wiped the blood on the bayonet on the corpse of the Japanese soldier, and asked the foot soldiers who followed to inform Zhao Zhi.

"It's all over, there are no reserves" After receiving the news of the goats, Zhao Zhi decided to pile up all his troops and besiege the village to death, so that not a single Japanese army could escape. The screams of the Japanese soldiers on the gun emplacements before they died did not wake up the Japanese soldiers in the village, and even if there were those who came out to look, they were cleaned up with steel crossbows by the scouts with machetes. When Zhao Zhi took the reserve team and joined the old artillery, the Japanese army in the village was still asleep.

"Spread out, touch in, it's better not to shoot" Zhao Zhi pulled out the bayonet on his waist and took the lead in touching the village. More than 300 people were divided into four directions, and a team of more than a dozen people squatted outside the thatched hut and waited for Zhao Zhi's signal. "Do it" Zhao Zhi nodded, the dog blew the bamboo whistle in his mouth, and the soldiers who had already prepared poured into the thatched hut with bayonets. Originally, Zhao Zhi wanted to use the lighting as an attack guide, but he was afraid of being discovered by the Japanese troops in the direction of Karaka, so he changed it to a bamboo whistle that the doglegs liked to use.

The bamboo whistle sounded, which was originally just a bamboo whistle used by the dogs to call the police in the jungle, but now it has become the urging voice of the Japanese army. The soldiers who poured into the thatched huts turned on their flashlights and, in the dim light, desperately stabbed the sleeping Japanese soldiers with their bayonets in their hands. The soldiers who had never killed the Japanese army like this began to become bloodthirsty, pressing the Japanese soldiers with one hand and harvesting the lives of the Japanese soldiers with the bayonet in the other hand.

"Ah" The Japanese soldiers, who were not killed immediately, let out a scream, and the Japanese soldiers who had already woken up resisted with pillows. But a pillow is a pillow after all, and it is vulnerable to sharp bayonets. In front of the already frantic soldiers, the Japanese soldiers were just gasping beasts, and as the number of Japanese troops in the house decreased, more bayonets were pierced into the bodies of the remaining Japanese soldiers. Zhao Zhi had already left the thatched hut, followed by steamed buns and dogs, and Zhao Zhi was squeezed out of the thatched hut without waving a few bayonets at all.

"Da Da" gunshots still rang out in the village, and the dying Japanese soldiers resisted, because it was too smooth and the soldiers who relaxed their vigilance were robbed of bayonets by the Japanese army, and Zhao Zhi's people also began to suffer casualties, and even some soldiers were forced out of the hut by the Japanese army. "Damn, are you holding guns as decorations?" Zhao Zhi threw away his cigarette butts and led the submachine gunners to shoot at the Japanese soldiers in the hut one by one. The naked and frightened Japanese soldiers were knocked down by bullets one after another, and the smell of blood filled the hut, and the choked people couldn't stay.

The smell of blood was everywhere in the village, and there were already soldiers who lit torches, made of thatch tied to Japanese uniforms. The village is not big, only a dozen thatched huts are scarce, and Zhao Zhi's more than 300 soldiers have really become butchers. Everyone was covered in blood, including Yan Shijun, who was also covered in blood. However, this time Yan Shijun did not vomit, after two forced confessions from the captives, Yan Shijun's always childish eyes had more things, and there were more things like doglegs.

"It's all clean, we have 9 brothers killed, they were stabbed to death by the little devils with bayonets, and 12 were wounded. The Japanese soldiers in the village ran more than 30 times, but they were all blocked by Uncle Guo" The goat came over with bloody bayonets. The old cannon had already run away with Edward, and took the artillery to tinker with the four mountain guns, and the artillerymen finally had long-range guns.

"Rest for half an hour and get ready to go to Karaka" Zhao Zhi gave the order, so that the soldiers who collected the loot were rarely annoyed. But an order is an order, especially Zhao Zhi's order, which must be obeyed. Uncle Guo hurriedly ran over and pulled Zhao Zhi sneakily into the corner, Zhao Zhi admired Uncle Guo's skills, running in the dim village, and did not fall.

"There are good things, a kid under my command has found a good thing," Uncle Guo mysteriously handed Zhao Zhi something. Then the dog's torch, Zhao Zhi saw it very clearly, it was a piece of fine Burmese jade, crystal clear, and it was a first-class product at a glance. "How many?" Zhao Zhi played with the jade block of the grenade. "I don't know, there are several boxes, I didn't have time to look at them carefully" Uncle Guo dragged Zhao Zhi into a thatched hut, looking at the furnishings and arrangements inside, it should be the house of the commander of the Japanese artillery squadron.

"Uncle, everything is here, no one is coming in" Tietou leaned against the door with a rifle, and several boxes were revealed under the wooden bed where the sheets were lifted. Uncle Guo should be talking about these boxes, there are wooden boxes, and some iron ammunition boxes that look like machine guns. The dog struggled to pull out the iron boxes and lift the lids, and the contents made everyone's eyes widen. The box was full of stones, and the dog opened his mouth a few times and twisted the steamed bun in a daze. "Ah" The steamed bun holding his arm jumped up, "Why are you twisting me when you have nothing to do?" ”

The dog touched his head and laughed dryly, "I want to see if I'm dreaming" Under the background of the torch, the stone inside the iron box took on a dark black. "At least a hundred pounds," Iron Head estimated the number of things in the box with great experience, and the others nodded frequently.

"What kind of tricks is this little devil playing on a dog's day?" Uncle Guo straightened the look on his face, touched his chin and asked Zhao Zhi. The remaining two wooden boxes were also opened by the dogs, and in one slightly smaller box were two knives, one long and one short. Looking at the pattern and the pattern on the scabbard, it should be a Japanese katana. In the other large wooden box, there was a pair of leather armor, which was obviously old, and some parts of the armor were a little lighter in color, but it was still faintly bloody and murderous. There were also some jade pieces scattered under the armor, and it was obvious that the Burmese jade that Uncle Guo had just now had come from this box.

Everyone was staring at the contents of the wooden box, wondering how the commander of the Japanese artillery would bring these things to the battlefield, the katana was okay, but what were those inexplicable stones and armor for? After pondering for a while, Zhao Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Find the blacksmith" The blacksmith who was hurriedly called in was attracted by the long knife in Zhao Zhi's hand as soon as he entered the hut, and his two eyes stared at the knife and did not let go. The obsession on his face made everyone quietly move their feet away from him.

"This is the best iron ore" When the blacksmith saw the stones in the iron box, he couldn't wait to get into the iron box and grow with those stones. "This little devil of the dog day, it is estimated that he wants to collect the best iron ore and make Japanese knives" The blacksmith played with the ore in his hand, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy. A good blacksmith may not have the opportunity to see good iron ore a few times in his life, but the blacksmith now has several boxes of fine ore under his feet, which makes him overjoyed.

Looking at the blacksmith's obsessive look, everyone smacked him in unison, "Holy shit, cheap kid." These two knives are not bad, the long one is for the machete, the short one is for the goat, and the rest of the old rules are buried first, and then taken out when there is time" Zhao Zhi scolded the blacksmith with a smile, this guy who struck iron, when he saw the ore, he completely forgot that there were other people around.

"Inform everyone, prepare to go" Zhao Zhi stopped Yan Shijun from afar, and the dead and injured stayed in the village for the time being, and Fang Tianyu would take care of them. The target could not be exposed, so the lighting could not be used, and under the guidance of the scouts, everyone was in a hurry with their heads smeared. In 3 hours, Zhao Zhi's order was not harsh, and it was enough to rush to Karaka, 2 kilometers away, within 3 hours. It was dangerous to march on the mountain roads at night, and from time to time some soldiers fell, and some even fell down the hillside, and were covered with injuries from bushes and gravel.

But even so, all the people marched silently, and even if they fell, they were silent. It's close to Karaka, and everyone knows what it means to be exposed. Even Jiang Cheng, who has always been arrogant, kept his mouth tightly closed, and when he fell, he quietly got up, and continued to follow the team without saying a word. Seeing Zhao Zhi's combat strength, Jiang Cheng began to change his opinion of Zhao Zhi, and only after careful observation of Zhao Zhi did he find that Zhao Zhi was not arrogant, but Zhao Zhi never believed in anyone except for doglegs.

There was still some time before dawn, and Zhao Zhi and the others rushed to the outlying positions of the Japanese army, at which time the Japanese army had already begun preparations before the attack. There was also a big discrepancy in the information on the Japanese prisoners, and it was not a squadron of Japanese troops besieging Karaka, but a Japanese infantry brigade, plus a miscellaneous logistics unit, which numbered more than a thousand people.

Edward and his footmen followed the scouts out and lurked on a high post where Karaka could be observed, and they were tasked with providing parameters to the old guns left in the artillery position. Zhao Zhi left all the artillery to the old artillery, and he wanted to shell the Japanese army when the Japanese army was attacking, so as to provide long-range fire support for the brigade's charge. In this battle, Zhao Zhi bet all his troops, and even Lang Zhong's military doctors brought submachine guns.

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