Of the 28 gas masks, 42 people needed them, a shortfall of 14.

As three gas bombs exploded in succession on the position, yellow-green smoke rose from it, and the lieutenant knew that time was running out for him, or rather for the soldiers.

He had to make the decision in the shortest possible time, the right decision.

"Company commander, the wounded brethren can't leave that alone! There are still 。。。。。。 The second lieutenant watched the smoke get thicker and thicker, and not only became a little anxious.

Looking at the ensign's dark face and somewhat anxious eyes, the lieutenant's somewhat hesitant eyes gradually became firm, and he quickly ordered: "Lao Zhang, you let the dog baby and a few of them go to help the injured brothers put on gas masks, and the rest, all party members and squad leaders and sergeants above the rank of non-commissioned officers do not wear gas masks, give the gas masks to the brothers first, wet the towel to cover the mouth and nose, try to squat low for Lao Tzu, and stand upwind." ”

"Yes!" The second lieutenant nodded his head without hesitation when he heard the lieutenant give this order, which was almost certain for him.

Because, he is not only a second lieutenant platoon commander, but also a party member.

However, the party member they are talking about is not the Kuomintang Party, but the Red Party.

Since the last time the bald headmaster brazenly tore up the cooperation between the two parties, not to mention the national army, even in the areas ruled by the Kuomintang, after several years of brutal persecution, the members of the Red Party have almost been killed.

However, the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army, especially the 17th Division, which had been friendly with the Red Party in northern Shaanxi since 1936, were not uncommon. Not to mention that grassroots commanders like Zhang Dengdi are members of the Red Party, and the instructors of the 17th Division's teaching team are even stationed by the Red Army. If it weren't for the anti-Japanese united front now, Zhao Shoushan might have led the 17th Division to northern Shaanxi long ago.

After two years of development, the Fifth Company has as many as 16 members of the Red Party, but in the past two days and one night, the Japanese army has been defeated, and the sacrifices are almost the same, plus the two of them, there are only five more people. Therefore, in the case of a shortage of gas masks as high as fourteen pairs, the lieutenant company commander can only count those above the rank of sergeant.

"The devil came up and ordered the brothers to enter the battle position for Lao Tzu, let them into the range of 100 meters, and then beat Lao Tzu hard, and the two light machine guns opened fire on Lao Tzu." The lieutenant glanced at the bottom of the mountain, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and continued to order.

"But, company commander, there is no water on the position, why do you take wet towels?" When the second lieutenant was about to leave, he suddenly remembered this most fatal thing.

The entire position has been cut off for 20 hours, and the last sip of water in the whole company kettle has been drunk by the seriously wounded who have lost too much blood and urgently need water, and now where is the water from wet towels?

"Give Lao Tzu urine, and order everyone, whether there is a man or not, to urinate Lao Tzu." The lieutenant roared.

It was loud enough for the soldiers who had already drilled out of the bomb holes to hear.

So, in the yellow-green smoke that was visible to the naked eye on the battlefield, dozens of men wearing gas masks or not wearing gas masks, took off their pants, gathered around several piles of towels, blushed, and used all their strength to contract their bladders and squeeze out a small amount of urine.

"Come out for Lao Tzu." Watermelons may never have thought of being thirsty, and it is so difficult to even pee.

There weren't many tears in the eye sockets behind the glass of the gas mask, only tears. Because, tears also need water.

But he was in a hurry, in a hurry.

He knew that this was the last glimmer of hope for the survival of the officers who were like brothers. Because there was a mountain wind on the top of the mountain, the Japanese invaders fired more than 30 artillery shots at the position in order to make the poison gas reach a deadly concentration. There were already several sergeants squatting on the ground with their mouths and noses covered, their faces flushed.

People can go without eating for a few days, or even without drinking water for a day or two, but they can't stop breathing for a while.

However, they have not drunk water for more than ten hours, and the large amount of sweat in their bodies caused by several hard battles in a row has taken away the few amounts of water, and the urine that can remain in the bladder has almost become a luxury at this moment.

And five or six hundred meters below their position, the Japanese invaders, who had all put on gas masks, were slowly advancing towards the top of the mountain, and they were also waiting, waiting for the Chinese defenders on the top of the mountain to inhale poison gas and lose their combat effectiveness.

Just like they once did on the battlefield in Hebei.

Finally, with the hard and even somewhat arduous efforts of more than 30 men, the towels were completely wet with urine, and one by one they were distributed and firmly tied to the faces of the party members and the officers of the backbone of the infantry company.

Although his eyes were still red and swollen from irritation, he could breathe temporarily, and with a wave of the lieutenant's hand, everyone knew the cat to his battle position.

They had been fighting for two days and one night on this small position, where they had the best range of fire and could drop grenades to inflict casualties on the Japanese who attacked the position head-on, and the officers and men could find it with their eyes closed.

The position had only a front, no wings, and cliffs on both sides and behind.

After waiting for ten minutes, the devils of an infantry squadron finally entered the offensive position more than 300 meters in front of the position.

This time, they didn't even have the firepower to test it, and under the wielding of the command knife of a devil lieutenant holding a command knife in the lead, a squadron of nearly 200 devils began to speed up and trot up with a rifle with a bayonet loaded.

There was silence on the Fifth Company's position.

200 meters, 170 meters, 150 meters, 120 meters, until 100 meters, the Japanese lieutenant who followed behind the infantry squadron showed a smile on his face, if nothing else, the Chinese without gas masks died in the trenches, and no one could survive more than 20 minutes in the poison gas developed by the empire.

The only thing he regretted was that he couldn't hear the dying wails of his stubborn opponents.

"Da Da Da Da" A crisp and familiar gunfire froze the smile that had just floated on the face of the Japanese lieutenant.

Followed by a burst of gunshots.

The Japanese troops, who had already begun to rush into the final charge stage, fell by more than two dozen in an instant. At such a close distance, and because of the terrain, the formation of the Japanese army is far denser than when it charges in the field in peacetime, and the distance between each person is only more than one meter at most, even if it is a new soldier, it may be able to cover one, not to mention this group of soldiers who have survived two days and one night of bloody battles and can be regarded as veterans.

If you want not to be killed, you can only learn to kill. This is the process of a new soldier becoming a veteran.

"Yaga! Speed up, rush up, rush up, they won't hold out for long. The Japanese lieutenant shouted angrily, and although not many people could hear him on such a battlefield, the command knife he wielded already spoke for itself.

The machine gunners and grenadiers who acted with the infantry quickly lay down and suppressed the fire on the two light machine guns on the Chinese position, but the infantry did not lie on the ground and fire at the Chinese defenders, but continued to charge towards the position with their waists bent.

As their commanders thought, they didn't think the Chinese could hold out in the gas for long. This should be their last stubborn resistance! Go on the offensive and crush the last vestiges of their will to resist.

Unfortunately, this time, the Japanese army miscalculated.

Although the number of Chinese defenders on the position was small, they did not become as weak as they thought they were in the raging poison gas, and as the distance closed, they fought more and more accurately.

However, at a distance of 50 or 60 meters, more than 180 Japanese infantry paid the price of at least 30 casualties, and the casualty rate was as high as 20 percent, which was unprecedented since the 3rd Infantry Squadron of the 2nd Infantry Brigade of the 80th Infantry Wing entered the Chinese battlefield.

This made Lieutenant Akira Nishikawa crazy, what kind of Chinese are these? How could they survive in the red agent gas and shoot so calmly?

"Kill, give!" Nishikawa Ming's eyes hidden behind his gas mask were already red, and despite the heavy casualties of his subordinates, he continued to launch a decisive charge.

That's all he can do. He suffered heavy casualties but could conquer the position, and he could still make meritorious contributions, but if he was repelled by the Chinese while suffering heavy casualties, he might be directly killed by the angry Captain Shaozuo.

In fact, the Japanese lieutenant did not know that the Chinese on the position were not gods, and even if they were, they could not shoot accurately while breathing poison gas while rubbing their eyes that were constantly tearful and swollen from tears.

In addition to the twenty soldiers wearing gas masks, including the lieutenant, the fourteen sergeants, ensigns, and lieutenants who were the backbone of the lone defense of the hilltop position were actually at the last moment.

Urine-soaked home-made gas masks have almost lost their ability to filter poison gases as the concentration of poison gas increases.

threw out a few grenades in a row, and with the advantage of condescending, several Japanese soldiers who rushed into the position more than 40 meters away were blown up high, and the second lieutenant set his eyes on the lieutenant company commander who was also having difficulty breathing not far away, and his face was red: "Ahem, company commander, my forehead is not going to be done, I don't want to die in the poisonous gas of the dog day, give your grenades to the forehead, cough cough, wait for the little devil to get closer, and a few of the Dora dog days will accompany Lao Tzu on the road together." ”

"What do you say! It's up to you. The lieutenant company commander's eyes suddenly widened, and he scolded in his hometown.

Not to mention the Fifth Company, that is, the entire 17th Division, Shaanxi soldiers also accounted for more than 90 percent.

"Hold on a little longer, and when the wind comes, the poison gas will disperse."

"It's too late, company commander, look at squad leader Chen." A grief flashed in the lieutenant's eyes.

Twenty-five meters away, in the trench, the unmasked infantry squad leader was vomiting violently, and the poisonous gas that had invaded the mucous membranes of his throat made him slam his hands into the hard ground in pain.

One of the soldiers beside him cried bitterly and tore off his gas mask and put it on his face desperately, unable to stop him from howling like a wolf.

That kind of pain is really unbearable.

A hint of pain flashed in the lieutenant's eyes, his hands clenched suddenly, and a hint of firmness flashed on his face, as if he had made a decision.

"Those who are not masked are all armed with submachine guns, watermelons, you and the rest of the brothers are to cover us, and you are not allowed to leave the position without permission." The lieutenant stood up suddenly, ripped the towel off his face, and roared loudly.