Because of regional differences, different appearances, different languages, different cultures, there are many human differences between different ethnic groups, but they may be almost exactly the same.

Excreta.

Exposed to the eyes of the Japanese army, Second Lieutenant Matsuda's face was yellow, black, and smelly, and everyone could almost decide that it was。。。。。。 Excrement.

That's right, they finally recognized.

That's true,.

Even if it is a position, it needs people to defend it. And people can go up to seven days without eating and three days without drinking water, but they can't go a day without excretion, which can be described as the first of the three emergencies.

Soldiers are human beings and not gods, and the same is true of the 3,000 soldiers on the Jiuguan position. Especially in positional trenches, if the excrement is not properly treated, it is easy to breed mosquitoes and flies, and it is easy to cause soldiers to get sick. Therefore, every other section of the trenches, a simple toilet was built for the soldiers to concentrate and defecate.

And just yesterday, I overheard Shanying mention that the clever little wooden pier identified the Japanese devil through the characteristics of the Japanese love of cleanliness, and Langtuanza gave a strange order. The officers and soldiers on the front line who were on standby were ordered to get the stuff from the improvised toilet manure pits on the position in front of the barbed wire, and they all had to spread dust on them for a certain camouflage.

Although Liu Tuanzuo's move seems to be a bit of a child's play, not to mention the crazy artillery of the Japanese army, it is estimated that once the shells explode, there will not be much left, but it is also to disgust the Japanese devils, in line with the idea of being a little more disgusting, the officers and soldiers still faithfully carried out the order of the regimental commander.

What's more, when defending the city in ancient times, dung was the most important tool for defending the city, boiling it and pouring it down, it was basically difficult to survive if it was next to it, and it was scalded by that thing, and in the era when there was no antibiotic, it basically represented death.

I have to say that the old and young masters on the old pass position have good food, and after only a few days of hard work in the old pass, this farmhouse has a lot of fertilizer, and the battlefield with a width of 800 meters has been paved with a fertilizer belt at least five meters wide. The vast number of officers and men believed that although there was less soil and more rocks on the hillside, the fertile farmhouse fertilizer could definitely grow corn.

The 105 howitzer's crazy shells can sweep everything, blow up boulders and destroy barbed wire, but they don't sweep away the farm manure that mixes with the land, unless it is vaporized in the center of the explosion, and most of the fertilizer is still in place.

As long as you take the initiative to lie down in front of the remaining barbed wire, there is an 80% chance that you can lie on a lump of soaring, and it is very thick. The old monkey who was still coming back to fight yesterday with his arms hanging on his shoulders even if he had cotton balls stuffed in his nostrils and a simple gas mask, he almost didn't eat twice. It's not the smell of being blown up, it's the color.

The initiators are like this, let alone those who experience it firsthand, and the kind that they experience wholeheartedly.

As a result, under the stunned gaze of all the officers and men of the first battalion and a company on the battlefield, dozens of Japanese devils who had been lying very hard jumped up like crazy and desperately took off their military uniforms, some wiping their faces and some wiping their hands.

No way, it's so disgusting, disgusting that they would even rather die.

The noble Imperial Army of Japan can accept the incomparably cruel battlefield, and can face death fearlessly for His Majesty the Emperor.

But you can't climb on the Chinese Xiang so wholeheartedly, and bury your face in it, as if you smell the fragrance of Mother Earth.

Wait, what's that bug with a crazy squirming on its face like a lover's gentle stroke? Isn't it maggots?

Several soldiers who had hidden themselves like Second Lieutenant Matsuda were vomiting frantically at the moment, just like their superiors.

The mountain breeze gently sent this foul smell to the main contingent of the Japanese army fifty meters behind, and the Japanese squadron leader who led the team covered his mouth and nose sharply: "Baga, the Chinese have used poison gas." ”

The "ferocity" of the independent regiment, without firing a single shot, let the Japanese troops of the 1st Infantry Brigade of the 77th Infantry Wing appreciate it.

"Haha, let you lie down quickly, this time you have eaten enough! Ye battalion commander, ordered the smoke grenade to be thrown, and a minute later, opened fire. Liu Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw all this.

Following his order, several shrubs were thrown out of the Jiuguan position, thick smoke came out, and many half-dried bundles of firewood were ignited and thrown down the hill more than 20 meters from the front of the position. Smoke grenades and home-made smoke grenades, independently developed by the scientific research department of the independent regiment, quickly hid the hilltop position in a puff of smoke.

In the smoke, the officers and men of the battalion and the company had already put on improvised gas masks. If it weren't for this thing, it would be a joke to light a cigarette for yourself and smoke yourself to tears.

"One row, area 1, 280 meters away; 2nd row, area 2, 230 meters away; 3rd row, area 3, distance, 200 m; Fire platoon, covering area No. 2 and area No. 3. Gather fire for three minutes and beat Lao Tzu hard. With Ye Zihua's order, the officers and soldiers of the company, who had been holding back for a long time, shot desperately at the position that had been planned in advance.

Because of the smoke, the soldiers on the position could not see the Japanese soldiers clearly, and could only shoot in the general direction, but in fact, this was enough.

In this kind of battlefield, accurate shooting is not possible, and except for a few accurate shooters who are hiding, not many fighters are bold enough to brave the bullets flying around and hold their breath to carefully aim at the enemy with a single blow. Most of them hide in the trenches, wishing not to even show their heads, that is, they aim their guns with both hands in the direction the enemy is coming from, and then pull the bolt to shoot again, which is why it often takes thousands of bullets to kill an enemy.

Like the kind of behavior of holding his head up and holding a gun and glaring at the enemy viciously, just waiting to shoot a bullet that pierces the enemy's heart and hatred, mainly appears in TV dramas, and on the battlefield, there may be, but the probability of such a protagonist dying in battle is far greater than that of others.

The independent regiment used semi-automatic rifles, even if it was the smoke that it took its own initiative to ignite, causing the smoke between the two armies to be filled with smoke and not being able to see the target clearly, but more than 100 semi-automatic rifles only needed ten seconds to concentrate fire and fire thousands of rounds at the predetermined target area.

What's more, there is also a DP light machine gun with a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute and 47 rounds per minute, the fire squad has 2 DP light machine guns and two 60 mortars, and the fire platoon is equipped with 4 MG42 heavy machine guns and 4 60 caliber mortars.

A total of 6 infantry squads have 6 DP light machine guns, 3 firepower squads have 6 DP light machine guns, 12 light machine guns with a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, plus 4 "Hitler chainsaws" with a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute, and the bullets that can be poured out in a minute can reach 6,000 rounds at half the rate of fire.

In other words, in these three minutes of concentrated fire, if the time for changing the barrel of the MG42 and the time for changing the magazine of the soldier on the chain are excluded, the first battalion and one company of the independent regiment located at the top of the hill can pour at least 15,000 rounds of ammunition towards the predetermined target area.

The flood of bullets formed by 15,000 rounds of bullets, although it is only a suppressive collision of the area of the big luck level, but the probability of killing the mouse by this blind cat who wins everything by relying on numbers is much higher than the probability of accurate shooting with a ten-shot rifle.

From the moment the Chinese threw smoke bombs and firewood to ignite a large amount of smoke, the Japanese army felt that something was wrong, and under the commander's loud order, all the infantry were looking for cover, except for the almost disgusting death squad at the front, who was still frantically retreating downward, trying to stay away from the source of the stench.

The tank and grenadier crews and heavy machine gun crews below the hill all widened their eyes, ready to use fire to support their own soldiers against the Chinese counter-suppression at any time.

When the smoke rose and enveloped the Chinese's position in it, they could not see anything clearly, they finally understood the Chinese's plan, which was to use the smoke to hide their own fire points.

However, this trick of the Chinese was very effective, even if the guns were loud, and the stupid infantry who were still running desperately in front of the Chinese position were swept to the ground, they could not see where the Chinese's firepower was located.

"Abominable Chinese。。。。。。" The old bird Nakasa, the feathered bird, almost didn't crush the telescope in his hand.

Hide yourself and fight, this trick is really insidious enough.

Of course, this is Hatori Nakasa, who still doesn't know what happened to his death team.

When several tanks fired a cannon indiscriminately, the grenadiers shot their grenades aimlessly for the first time, and the infantry, who had been frantically set on fire by the Chinese for three minutes, carried their own dead and wounded soldiers to retreat down the mountain, Hanato, Nakasa, really crushed his back molars.

Most of the people killed in the battle belonged to the death squad at the forefront.

Although in the end, their sanity prevailed over hygiene and they desperately plunged into the again, but their area was covered by MG42 machine guns and 60 mortars, and naturally suffered the most casualties.

They were all covered in Xiang and died. Although they weren't really disgusted to death.

But the living little devil was choked with disgust.

It's not dead yet, it's all stinky.