Tabang poison is highly volatile, and the volatilized poison gas combines with the air to form an aerosol, and from a distance, a layer of what appears to be fog and smoke is shrouded over the Japanese position.

The northeast wind blew, and the strange "fog and smoke" slowly moved deep into the Japanese positions in the south, and where they passed, the originally green plants on the positions withered and changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally vibrant position exuded the smell of death everywhere.

Directly north of the position, in the jungle beyond the effects of the poisonous gas, the bushes lodging in patches and then crushed into pieces.

The tooth-wrenching sound of metal grinding came from the depths of the jungle, quickly growing smaller and louder, and as a tree the size of a bowl was knocked down, a tank ran over the trunk of the fallen tree, revealing a boxy and powerful body.

two, three······ Twelve, thirteen, and a company of Spitfire tanks No. 3 led groups of mountain infantrymen wearing gas masks and tightly wrapped in military uniforms to charge in front of the Japanese positions.

Spitfire No. 3 crashed into the barbed wire, which was pulled, straightened, and then torn off.

Sporadic machine-gun fire, as well as 25-mm anti-aircraft gun fire, came at Tank No. 3 one after another, sparks splashed on the tank's body.

Despite the resistance of Japanese fire, the No. 3 Spitfire tank stubbornly advanced until it reached the firing range.

The fire dragon erupted from the slender barrel, and the dazzling flames drilled into the pillbox along the firing holes of the Japanese bunker, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves instantly appeared on the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers, encased in flames, screamed and escaped from the bunker, then rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but to no avail, and finally turned into charred corpses.

On the left flank of the battlefield, a No. 3 tank spewed out two deadly flames and continued to advance until it reached the first line of Japanese trenches, when the originally calm ground was suddenly turned over, revealing a single bunker hidden underground.

A Japanese soldier got out of cover, bent over and trotted to the right side of the Spitfire No. 3, flew to the ground, and shoved the anti-tank mine in his hand under the right track of the tank.

A puff of black smoke erupted from under the tracks of the No. 3 tank, covering most of its body.

The broken tracks limply drooped on the guide wheels, and the No. 3 tank was incapacitated.

At the same time as the Japanese soldier threw out the anti-tank mine, seven or eight bullets penetrated his body, and the body fell limply on the right side of the tank, and then was swept away by the powerful force of the anti-tank mine explosion, spreading a rain of blood in the air.

On the other side of the battlefield, similar suicide attacks are taking place.

Another Japanese soldier also emerged from his underground man's shelter, covered in anti-tank grenades, howling and charging at a No. 3 Spitfire, before leaping and swooping down on the left side of the tank.

The flames and smoke instantly engulfed the No. 3 tank, and the bodies of the Japanese soldiers were torn to pieces by the violent explosion, and they flew to the battlefield.

More Japanese dead men emerged from the ground and launched suicide attacks on German tanks, but they were not so lucky, and were beaten into a sieve by German soldiers behind the tanks almost as soon as they appeared.

Rushing to the front of the Japanese trenches, the Spitfire No. 3 ran into some trouble.

The bombing of the Japanese positions for several days left the Japanese positions full of craters, as well as trees scattered throughout the position, and the thick trunks and craters hindered the advance of the tanks.

The mountain infantry, who followed behind the tanks, bypassed the tanks and, with the support of the tanks, rushed into the Japanese positions and launched a second wave of offensives.

As the flames of battle spread over the Japanese position, Nagashi Nobutake, wearing a gas mask, staggered to the rear of the position to the communications room.

With the support of the adjutant, Nagashi Nobutake slammed open the door of the communication room, sat on the ground, and took off his gas mask with difficulty.

Under the dazed and panicked gaze of the communication soldiers, Chang Xinzhu wiped the tears and snot on his face, and said with a stumbling voice: "The German army launched a general offensive and used a large number of poison gas bombs, and the Yubang position is about to be lost. Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the Great Japanese Empire!

Quick, use clear code to generate electricity, fast, oh ······"

Chang Xinzhu insisted on finishing the contents of the telegram, and could no longer bear it, his body first convulsed violently, and then vomited heavily, and a sour smell of vomit quickly appeared in the communication room.

The signal soldiers sent an urgent report, and the commander of the signal corps, a lieutenant, picked up the kettle on the table and handed it to Chang Xin Zhu, who took a few sips, washed his face, and felt a little better.

"Immediately after sending the telegram, retreat, go and join the 114th Wing, and let them beware of poison gas."

"Dazuo, you can come with us."

"No, I'm going to be with the position."

Nagashi Nobutake slammed the captain away, pressed the ground with his command knife, stood up with difficulty, and staggered out of the communication room.

After Chang Nobutake rushed out of the communication room, he saw that the position was full of misty poisonous gas, and the Japanese soldiers in twos and threes either received the retreat order issued by him, or lost the will to fight, turned around and fled from the position, and fled in the direction of the Dalong River.

Gas masks are not a panacea, and different filters must be used for different gases to be effective, not to mention the original method of covering your mouth and nose with a wet towel.

In the face of Tabang poison gas, which can invade the human body from the skin for the first time on the battlefield, even the Japanese army with anti-poison training performed no better than a rookie without targeted training.

Nagashi Shinzhu staggered to the front of the position, and soon encountered a group of tightly wrapped soldiers wearing gas masks.

Mobilizing the last strength in his body, Nagaku Nobutake held the knife in both hands, let out a loud scream, and rushed towards the closest enemy to him.

What he saw, however, was a German soldier carrying a fuel drum and a spray gun in his hand.

Nagashi Nobutake first saw the muzzle of the black hole of the spray gun aimed at him, and then the bright flames and the boundless heat wave.

A burst of fire from the combat sappers broke through the last charge of Nagashi Nobutake and the adjutant, leaving two lumps of barbecue on the ground.

After less than an hour of fighting, the 13th Mountain Infantry Regiment cleared the Japanese positions that were filled with poison gas and had sharply reduced combat effectiveness.

The anti-chemical warfare company then followed up and rushed to the position to deal with the heavily contaminated position.

The mountain infantrymen roamed the positions, searching for wounded or poisoned Japanese soldiers one by one, and then stabbed bayonets into their hearts or necks.

All the bodies were thrown into the trenches, then doused with gasoline and set on fire, before being buried.

On the Japanese position, while the German soldiers were busy destroying the corpses, the first battalion led by Major Meyer, following around a No. 4 tank company, bypassed the Japanese position after a day and a night of detours, and arrived at the Yubang ferry on the west bank of the Dalong River.

Leaving the troops hidden in the jungle, Major Meyer rushed to the river and looked at the opposite bank with a telescope, only to see a dense green jungle.

There was a large amount of Japanese artillery hiding on the other side, but it looked like they were in trouble.

In the sky on the opposite bank, thirty or forty Luftwaffe fighters were bombarding the depths of the jungle, and dense black gunpowder smoke burst out of the sky, and it was obvious that the Japanese were resisting with anti-aircraft guns.

It seems that the friendly force that has penetrated into the rear of the enemy has already moved, and it must be grasped by itself.

After observing for a while, Major Meyer quickly issued a barrage of orders.

Tank No. 4 each looked for a suitable firing position in the jungle, each company set up mortars, and the mountain infantrymen unloaded the rubber boat from the No. 4 tank and the horses, and then refueled the rubber boat.

Also removed from tank No. 4 were eight 120-mm heavy mortars.

When everything was ready, the Air Force liaison officer who was following Major Meyer also completed his mission, summoning a support group.

After seeing the group appear in the sky, Major Meyer decisively gave the order to open fire.

The 81-mm and 120-mm mortars fired one after another, the shells hissing when they landed, and white smoke covered the riverside on the east bank of the Dalong River like a wall, and slowly floated deep into the jungle with the northeast wind.

Seeing the white smoke, the group of planes in the sky that had just arrived quickly found their mission target, and immediately launched a dive to drop bombs into the jungle adjacent to the river.

Explosions and smoke rose from the jungle into the sky, and Major Meyer watched the movement on the other side of the river, then waved his hand.

The mountain infantrymen rushed to the Dalong River with their inflated rubber boats, then jumped onto the rubber boats and rowed hard towards the opposite bank.

Behind them, the mortars continued to fire, firing smoke grenades at the opposite shore to obscure the view of the Japanese troops.

Five or six minutes later, Major Meyer saw the first group of soldiers successfully cross the river, then jumped out of the rubber boat and rushed into the depths of the jungle.

"Great, it's over."