"The devil has stopped firing, let's come out."

At this moment there was a shout from an observer in the trenches.

When Zhao Zilong and everyone walked out of the anti-artillery hole, they saw that the repaired position was basically still intact. In the middle and on the edges of the position there are some craters formed after the explosion, but all are small.

"Grandma the devil, do you want to scare the uncle after a few shots?" Zhang Long couldn't help scolding.

Suddenly, Zhao Zilong's nose sniffed, as if he smelled something similar to a chemical.

His face changed, and then he saw yellow-green fog slowly rising from the craters in the middle of the position and in a dozen places around it.

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On a high ground three or four kilometers away from the position of the National Army, Kukugi and Sato Ueno stood together, and behind them were two squadrons of devils assembling.

"Captain Sato, why did you only send one squadron?"

"I have ordered the artillery to drop poison gas shells on the positions of the Chinese army, and they have no ability to resist after inhaling poison gas."

Sato Ueno glared at Kukugi for a moment and continued: "Moreover, don't you still have a squadron of combat power? Now with my squadron, there are more than 300 people. With so many of us besieging less than half a battalion of the Zhina Army, then you say, how many men should I send? ”

Jiujiumu was stunned for a while, and then nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"Why are you so reluctant?"

Sato Ueno suddenly glared at Kukugi with some dissatisfaction: "This time it must be done." Although I said that passing by you, I also sent a squadron to cooperate with you, which is equivalent to indirect participation in this matter, you must capture the military territory of China, otherwise, you will wait for the disembowelment. ”

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"What are those?" Wen Bin looked surprised and shouted.

When Wang Zhong and Zhang Long saw it, their faces sank.

"Everyone, get ready, the devil is gassing." Wang Zhong immediately shouted loudly.

Zhang Long and those veterans ran to find anti-poison gas tools, but Wen Bin and those recruits didn't react for a while, and still stood in place.

"Gas?"

Zhao Zilong suddenly came to his senses, and he immediately reached out and took out a gas mask from his backpack and put it on his head.

His rubber gas mask was still seized from the devil.

It's just that after he put on this gas mask, he felt a little awkward and uncomfortable.

His nose exhaled air in a few clicks, and the two windows of the gas mask were blurred.

Zhao Zilong immediately ripped off his gas mask, but saw that everyone was looking at him, and his face was weird.

Zhao Zilong was stunned, and then found that everyone was holding a towel in their hands, and he was holding a gas mask.

"What else do you see, didn't we also have Brother Zilong who killed the devil last night and brought back dozens of such masks?"

At this time, Wang Zhong shouted: "Deputy battalion commander, go and get it." ”

When the deputy battalion commander brought over more than 40 gas masks, Wang Zhong immediately ordered those gas masks to be distributed. Because it is not enough points, it is only available to the squad leader and above.

But those squad leaders, platoon commanders, and company commanders gave these gas masks to the wounded fighters, and they, like other fighters, used soil methods to prevent gas from poison.

The so-called soil method is to wet a towel or cotton cloth with water or urine, then sprinkle some plant ash, and then cover the nose and mouth with a wet towel or cotton.

At this time, the yellow-green mist that rose from the crater slowly spread over the position, as if it were inflated, and became the size of a car, and then the size of a house......

Wherever the fog passed, everything was silently obscured.

Craters on the ground, blood-stained and blackened ground, yellow bullet casings, scattered guns, trenches...... One by one, they all disappeared into the mist.

One of the recruits in the bunker saw this and was terrified, and his face was covered with tears smoked with poison gas. The man sneezed and backed, then climbed up the trench and tried to escape.

As soon as he saw someone taking the lead, he immediately caused several other recruits to follow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this time, three gunshots rang out.

Bullets flew over the heads of the recruits, causing them to retreat into their trenches.

"Afraid of what? Isn't it just poison gas? Just cover your nose and breathe in your mouth, and you'll be fine. ”

Wang Zhong waved the box cannon in his right hand and shouted at those who wanted to escape.

"When the devil comes, it's going to fight bayonets, everyone prepare, two people in a group, can't be separated."

After saying that, he covered his face with a wet towel, covered his nose and mouth, exposed his eyes, and tied it tightly in a knot at the back of his neck.

"Put it on." Zhao Zilong gave the gas mask to Wen Bin, and then he wrapped his nose and mouth with a towel dipped in water.

"You two stay together, stay by my side, and don't go away." Zhao Zilong saw that Zhang Hu had injuries on his hands and Wen Bin also had injuries on his feet, and said again.

The yellow mist slowly dispersed, gradually enveloping everyone, and the position suddenly became very dull.

Although everyone was wearing gas masks or wearing wet towels, the smoke still got into their noses or throats.

From time to time, sneezes and coughing sounded in the trenches, mixed with the groans and vomiting of some national soldiers.

Aside from these sounds, there was a quiet and disturbing silence all around.

At this time, Zhao Zilong saw that Wang Zhong had found a machete out of nowhere, and was directing everyone to make final preparations. I don't know if it's because my voice is dry, or if there is fog in my throat, and the voice of the other party is not human.

Like the rest of the soldiers, Zhang Long carried a Zhongzheng rifle or a 38 cover and loaded a bayonet.

At this time, the yellow-green mist covered the whole position, and Zhao Zilong did not use a bayonet, but found Guan Sun Liudao and the Nameless Treasure Knife from the trench, which he had been putting in a hole in the trench before.

He looked around, but he couldn't see the distance because of the yellow-green mist, so he gently closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings.

He sensed that the position within a radius of about two kilometers was basically shrouded in fog, and there was nothing unusual in it except for those national troops coughing and sneezing.

Suddenly, he frowned, and sensed that directly in front of the position, dozens of figures quietly approached this side. Immediately afterward, he sensed a group of people sneaking around the position.

The devil wanted to take the opportunity to touch in and engage in white-knuckle combat, but Zhao Zilong was not afraid. He was an Assassin, and his expertise was hand-to-hand combat and assassination.

Through the hazy mist, Zhao Zilong saw that the first one to rush up was a fat devil soldier with a gas mask on his face.

Zhao Zilong didn't give the other party a chance to stand up and assassinate at all, he rushed over with an arrow step, and his hand fell with a knife.

A knife slashed the fat devil soldier in the shoulder.

Because the fog affected Zhao Zilong's judgment, this knife was originally cut off the opponent's neck, but now it is off.

This fat devil soldier suddenly screamed in pain, but he was also a ruthless character, and he suddenly stepped on the figure eight steps, raised the three-eight big cover and stabbed it straight to Zhao Zilong's chest, and made a counterattack.