When Li Ziyuan said this, the telescope in his hand was never put down, and he kept observing the Japanese puppet army under the mountain. However, after observing for a while, he turned his head to the battalion commander behind him and said, "Except for one squad left, the rest of the troops are all withdrawn." Give the captured gas masks to the troops left, and the devils are going to fucking gassine. ”

Hearing Li Ziyuan's words, the battalion commander was stunned for a moment, and in addition to leaving a squad to monitor, he immediately commanded the troops to withdraw covertly. As soon as the troops on the front foot withdrew, the Japanese artillery fire on that side once again fell on the blocking position. But this time, after the Japanese artillery shells exploded, only patches of smoke were raised.

After withdrawing, seeing that although the troops had withdrawn, no one had made preparations for anti-poisoning, Li Ziyuan directly asked why the seized gas masks were not issued? Seeing Li Ziyuan's rhetorical question, the battalion commander and the instructor glanced at each other, and replied to Li Ziyuan with some embarrassment.

In order to carry more weapons and ammunition, most of the Japanese army gas masks captured in the Dongshan battlefield were left to the field hospital because of the trouble. All the gas masks on hand now are only enough for one platoon. Because on the battlefield at that time, it was not found that the Japanese puppet army was carrying poison gas bombs, so neither of them cared.

Hearing the answers of the two people, Li Ziyuan couldn't wait to kick the two people. Just because the devil didn't carry chemical munitions doesn't mean that the other Japanese troops didn't carry poison gas bombs. You don't like the trouble of carrying these gas masks, but it's good now, it's really a big problem.

It's just that even if these two guys are killed now, it's already a little late. Li Ziyuan could only order all the fighters to wet the towel with water and tie it to the mouth and nose to use it as the simplest gas mask. It's just that this kind of improvised gas mask can only deal with the tear gas of the Japanese army, but it cannot deal with the suffocating gas of the Japanese army.

After making the only preparations that could be done at the moment, Li Ziyuan ordered all the troops to be ready for battle. And at this moment, on the mountain, another dense gunfire sounded, indicating the beginning of another Japanese charge. Li Ziyuan mobilized soldiers equipped with only gas masks, and brought a heavy machine gun to the mountain himself.

As for the other troops, Li Ziyuan does not plan to use them for the time being until the poison gas is exhausted. Li Ziyuan estimated that the south wind was hanging at the moment, and he was in a mountainous area, although the Japanese army's poison gas bombs were very lethal. But as long as you avoid the first wave, the strong mountain wind will soon blow the poisonous gas away.

What I can do now is not to be compressed into the ravine by the devils before the poisonous gas is blown away. If that were the case, I am afraid that none of the troops I brought with me would be able to rush out. The condescending Japanese puppet army will slaughter the troops they are carrying like a target.

But just when Li Ziyuan rushed up the hill with two squads of reinforcements. Under the cover of poison gas bombs, most of the Japanese squadrons that began to charge were already less than 30 meters away from the ridge line. I saw the Japanese soldiers with bayonets and rifles on their hands, and they were about to rush into the position.

The fast and slow machine in Li Ziyuan's hand directly hit a burst without any hesitation. The soldiers behind him, when it was too late to throw, also put bayonets on their rifles one after another, and mixed with the first wave of Japanese troops who rushed over.

Under the cover of Da Li, Li Ziyuan replaced the fast and slow machine in his hand with a new magazine, and fired the bow left and right with the shell gun in Da Li's hand, constantly covering the soldiers in danger. After receiving the report that the Japanese army had rushed up the hill, the battalion commander and instructor in the rear could not sit still, and each came up with a platoon of rapid reinforcements.

All of a sudden, the entire hill was filled with two armies fighting bayonets. However, the residual poisonous gas on the mountain still caused considerable trouble to those who only used wet towels as protective tools. The violent coughing caused many soldiers to have severe coughing symptoms. When many soldiers were coughing violently, they were stabbed to the ground by the Japanese army.

However, the Japanese troops wearing gas masks at the foot of the mountain could continue to throw new troops into the mountain without any hindrance. As the Japanese army invested more and more troops, the troops of the Eighth Route Army on the mountain became smaller and smaller. But even in this situation, Li Ziyuan still gritted his teeth and did not mobilize all his troops.

After nearly half an hour of hard fighting, Li Ziyuan led the mountain and the troops that came over afterwards, at the cost of two-thirds of the casualties. Before more Japanese troops rushed up the hill and the troops on the mountain were exhausted, the Japanese troops who had already occupied most of the hill were finally driven down again.

But although the Japanese army was driven down again, the price was extremely heavy. Many soldiers were stabbed by the Japanese army after coughing violently. In the case of losing combat effectiveness, he pulled the * on his body, and rolled down the mountain with his legs of the Japanese soldiers.

Towels moistened with water, although to some extent able to ward off certain poisonous gases. But he is not a standard gas mask after all, and his role is limited. And the towel that was hastily tied to the chin easily fell off when fighting a bayonet. The fighters, who lost the last bit of cover, were sharply reduced in combat effectiveness under the effect of poison gas, or even almost unable to fight back.

Looking at the interlaced teeth and layered corpses, more of which were the corpses of his own soldiers, Li Ziyuan said angrily to the battalion commander: "You are a fucking bastard, if you are in Lao Tzu's army, Lao Tzu will have to shoot you." It's just for your fucking selfishness that caused the current casualties. ”

"What did I say to you when I was about to leave? Even if you bring less ammunition, you must bring all the captured gas masks. But how do you do it, are you worthy of those sacrificed soldiers? If you put on all your gas masks, would you pay such a heavy price? ”

"You're a fucking veteran, do you still use me to teach you any virtues? How many times have our troops suffered losses because of the poison gas released by devils, don't tell me you haven't fucking experienced it once. Ammunition is important, or the lives of the fighters are important. I'm telling you, you're not up to the mark. ”

Looking at Li Ziyuan, who was thunderous, the battalion commander didn't dare to make any distinction for himself. The three platoons that participated in this battle were eliminated from two, and this cost could have been avoided. Because of his carelessness, he finally caused such a tragic result, and he was the battalion commander to blame.

I didn't dare to defend myself, and at the same time, because of my mistake in my heart, the battalion commander, who was in the same pain, faced Li Ziyuan, who was thunderous, raised his head for a long time and said with tears in his eyes: "Chief, I'm sorry, it was my mistake in my work that caused so many casualties to the troops." Whether you remove me or kill me now, I can accept it. ”

Seeing the tears on the face of this battalion commander who was older than himself, but was born in the Sichuan-Shaanxi Soviet District, and was even older than himself, Li Ziyuan finally shook his head: "Now is not the time to hold him accountable. As for what punishment should be given to you, when this battle is over, I will truthfully report to your regimental commander and political commissar. ”

"What kind of punishment should be given to you, that is the matter of your regiment commander and political commissar. Now the question is, how to persevere. Tell the troops, prepare for a breakout. Also, if you lose a casualty in the middle of the breakout. Even if I, Li Ziyuan, have affection, but military law is ruthless. When the time comes, I will kill you directly. ”

Hearing Li Ziyuan's answer, the battalion commander didn't dare to say anything more, so he turned around and went down to make arrangements. Looking at the back of this battalion commander, although Li Ziyuan wanted to say something, he finally suppressed his anger. He turned his attention to the mountain and observed the follow-up movements of the Japanese army.

Perhaps the failure of the attack to cover the attack with poison gas also had a certain impact on the morale of the Japanese army. After the final failure of this attack, the Japanese army did not immediately launch a new attack, but chose to temporarily rest and adjust its deployment. Obviously, the commander of this Japanese army did not expect that the Eighth Route in front of him would be so tenacious.

Successive attacks were unsuccessful, and he could not fail to consider his own equally increasing casualty figures. If the casualties are too great, there is no way to explain to the superiors when they go back. So the commander thought that it was time for him to adjust his deployment, and he couldn't go on with such a strong attack.

However, although several attacks were unsuccessful, the commander was also confident that with the combat power of his subordinates, he had at least killed and injured the opponent's average living force. Especially this poison gas attack, the effect was even more obvious, killing and wounding at least half of their troops. By the time of the next attack, it will be time to completely solve this eight-way force.

He didn't believe how many troops and ammunition the eight roads on the mountain still had at this time. The other party is very tenacious, he admits this. At least it was the first time since the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese war that he had come into contact with such a tenacious and tactically cunning resistance. But admiration is admiration, but he also does not think that the opponent's troops and ammunition are endless.

Under such heavy artillery fire of their own, there is still a large amount of living force that can keep them going. Even in tenacious and brave troops, they still need to be supported by soldiers. How long can the enemy on the mountain hold out when the blood is about to run dry? Maybe the next attack will be when they completely collapse.

Thinking of this, the young officer touched the underside of his nose and trimmed his unusually neatly trimmed snot mustache. He looked at the friendly troops behind him who were gobbling up at this time, eating their first official meal in several days. smiled proudly: "Among the armies of the Imperial Army, the one that can truly embody the prestige of the Imperial Army is the Kwantung Army, the flower of the Imperial Army. ”

"These special divisions formed later are just like that. If they really have that ability, why should they be so embarrassed by these flea-like dirt roads, and they can't be eliminated. The military movement has been carried out for a long time, and a real ace unit like the Kwantung Army is still needed. ”

And at this moment, neither Li Ziyuan on the mountain nor the Japanese puppet army besieging him under the mountain knew that a regiment of the Eighth Route Army behind them had quietly touched it. In charge of the guard behind the entire Japanese army, when he was busy preparing dinner to treat his hungry and cold stomach that had been dragged in the past few days, the vanguard of the Eighth Route had already touched it.

A Japanese soldier holding a rifle sentry when he smelled the smell of rice coming from behind him. He put down the rifle in his hand and leaned against a tree to think about whether the group of guys behind him, who had also not eaten hot rice for a few days, would leave himself a little more rice that he hadn't eaten in a few days.