By the time Okamura Ninji hurried to the headquarters of the Second Army of the Japanese Central China Dispatch Army, the commander, General Shunroku Hata, was already neatly dressed and waiting for him in the office with a stern face, and there was also an intelligence officer Morita Hiroshi with a panicked face beside him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Excellency, Commander, it's just a small field hospital that has been attacked, why do you pay so much attention?" Okamura Ninji looked at Shunroku Hata, who had a gloomy face, and asked suspiciously.

Shunroku Hata said coldly: "A small field hospital? Gangmura-kun, a field hospital, of course, will not be a big problem. But what's in the hospital, let Morita-kun tell you! ”

Hiroshi Morita took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. It's late autumn now, and there is already a chill in the second half of the night, but Morita Hao's back is covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, wetting the shirt inside his military uniform.

He really couldn't figure out why he kept coming to him for such bad luck when he prayed to Amaterasu every day. It was not easy for him to find the best geisha Kohaai, but before the belt was unfastened, the call from the intelligence headquarters chased him to the geisha hall.

When he returned to the intelligence headquarters in a hurry, and after receiving the order from Section Chief Toshihiko Noda, Morita Hiroshi's heart immediately became half cold and almost cried. Don't talk about finding Xiaoye Hewen tonight, whether you can live to see tomorrow's sun is a question.

Toshihiko Noda gave himself a hot potato, and he was going to the headquarters of the Second Army to pick up the tiger whiskers of Shunroku Hata and Ninji Okamura.

Looking at the cold-faced Shunroku Hata and the puzzled Okamura Ninji, Morita Hiroshi carefully considered his words: "That's right, Your Excellency General, in this attack, in addition to more than twenty of His Majesty's Warrior Jade Shatter, we also ...... A batch of ...... was also lost Cannonball. ”

"Cannonballs?" Okamura Ninji didn't come back to his senses for a while, "How could the shells be in the field hospital?" Where did the 4th Field Artillery Wing store shells? ”

Morita Hao said with a crying voice: "No, Your Excellency General, what is stored there is not the baggage of the Fourth Wing of Field Artillery. ”

Okamura Ninji suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "You...... You're talking about it, it's not going to be that...... Special shells, right? There was still a glimmer of fantasy in his heart, wishing that things were not what he thought.

But Morita Hiroshi's next words completely dashed his last glimmer of hope. "Your Excellency General, that is a batch of Shijing artillery shells that the 'Rong' character unit has just taken over, a total of 1,000 rounds."

"Yaga! You bastards! Why did Your Excellency Commander and I have no knowledge of such an important matter? Is there such a force in my jurisdiction? To Morita's surprise, Okamura Ninji immediately turned into a humanoid powder keg. However, which commander knows that there is a unit in his defense area that he does not know about, it is estimated that this is the reaction. Okamura Ninji didn't take out his gun to shoot himself in the head, which already made Morita Hiroshi extremely happy.

"I'm sorry, General Gangmura. This is a unit under the direct jurisdiction of the base camp of the Kwantung Army. This batch of special artillery shells was recently developed by the Manchurian 731 epidemic prevention and water supply unit. The base camp of the Kwantung Army wanted to test its effect on the battlefield. In order to maintain secrecy and avoid creating unfavorable public opinion in the international community, the transportation and storage of these shells were directly under the direct command of the Kwantung Army base camp. That's what I just learned. Morita replied cautiously.

After listening to Hiroshi Morita's explanation, Okamura Ninji took two steps back and sat down on the sofa. Now it's a big deal. If it is an ordinary Chinese army who snatches the poison gas bombs, then there is still room for redemption. It's a big deal to encircle and suppress it with heavy troops, and no Chinese army can withstand the devastating offensive of the imperial army. When the time comes, just grab it back.

The key problem now is that it was the mysterious special forces that scurried around like rats that snatched the gas bombs! I didn't even know where to look for them, let alone retrieve the gas bombs.

He had the heart to ignore it, but it was impossible. The consequences of the Chinese snatching the poison gas bomb are nothing more than two possibilities: First, the matter is made public, and the crime of using poison gas in violation of the Geneva Convention by the imperial **** team is made known to the world. to limit the empire to a disadvantageous position in public opinion; The second is to look for opportunities to use poison gas bombs on the battlefield against the Japanese army itself. Judging by the reckless nature of this special operations squad, it seems that the latter scenario is a little more likely.

But no matter which outcome appears, it is not something that Okamura Ninji or even Shunroku Hata can afford. The losses and even extended consequences caused by this kind of thing, not to mention that the Second Army can't afford it, even the Kwantung Army base camp can't afford it, and even those leaders and brains in the imperial base camp have to find a scapefor to save a little face.

Who will be this scapegoat? Okamura Ninji can think of it with his ass. Although he didn't know anything about this in advance, in any case, he lost the thing in his own defense area, and he was charged with "poor law and order", and he didn't have any temper at all.

"Gangcun-kun, it's too late to say this now, it's better to find a way, and the most important thing is to chase these poison gas bombs back as soon as possible." Shunroku Hata looked at Okamura Ninji, who was wilting in the sofa, and said weakly. In fact, he also knew in his heart that these poisonous gases were bounced into the hands of this elusive special operations team, which was equivalent to being locked in someone's safe, and the possibility of finding it back was very small. All we can do now is to do our best and obey the destiny of God.

However, his words, in Okamura Ninji's ears, were like a burst of heart booster, which made his already dim eyes light up again.

Okamura Ninji stood up, straightened the folds on his military uniform, and said, "Your Excellency Commander is right! Just find and destroy this Chinese army and retrieve the gas bombs. When the time comes, we will not only be able to wash away the shame on ourselves, but we will also be heroes and heroes of the empire! Our name will definitely be engraved on the glorious plaque of the Yasukuni Shrine! ”

Speaking of this, as if to cheer himself up, he said loudly: "Please rest assured, I will definitely find these poison gas bombs!" ”

Shunroku Hata looked at Okamura Ninji who had regained his vitality with satisfaction, and couldn't help but be secretly proud in his heart: "Okay, the scapegoat has been found." When the time comes, the gas bomb is recovered, that is, His Excellency the commander is in good command of the troops; If it can't be found, it is Okamura Ninji's poor command. In any case, the credit is great, but the responsibility is small. You won't suffer anything. ”

Although it was a little unbearable to roast Okamura Ningji on the fire like this, Shunroku Hata still secretly comforted himself: "If people don't do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed." I'm sorry. For the sake of the common prosperity of the empire's Greater East Asia, you can be wronged! ”

Jiang Shan never thought that he dug a pit by himself, and originally just wanted to catch a hare. Who knew that by mistake, he actually trapped Okamura Ninji, a big wild boar with baring fangs. And the master who helped him fill the pit turned out to be Okamura Ninji's top boss - the dignified Imperial Japanese Army General Shunroku Hata!

On this stall, Okamura Ninji has to peel off the skin if he doesn't die this time. It is estimated that after he knows the truth of the matter, he will either bang his head against the wall in frustration, or simply carry a gun to find Shunroku Hata and fight to the death.

When Toshitoshi Hata, Rooka Village, Ninji and Hiroshi Morita were in a hurry, Jiangshan was busy. Okamura Ninji calculated both consequences, but he missed one point: this opponent of his, the degree of yin damage and viciousness is definitely beyond his imagination!

Jiang Shan has already calculated, doesn't he have a thousand poison gas bombs in his hand? In addition to finding a place to bury a large part of it, he and his team members carried a hundred with them. Along the way, when he saw a place where there were many devils, he threw ten or eight of them to see the excitement, and if there was any left, when he arrived in Shanghai, he would find a foreign media to announce it to him. Look at how much the turtle grandson will quibble when the time comes! It's just that he obviously underestimated the thickness of the Japanese skin, and in later life, the mustard gas dug up by Qiqihar poisoned many Chinese, and the little devil still refused to admit it!

For this two-pronged idea, the members of the Blood Blade team all raised their hands and feet in approval. Of course, there are exceptions, Jiang Shan touched a stronghold of the Japanese army and got a 60mm mortar to fire these poison gas bombs. The glorious and arduous task of carrying the gun carriage naturally fell on the shoulders of the fireman storm. Carrying a mortar weighing dozens of kilograms through the mountains and mountains, the storm cried out bitterly. In desperation, Jiang Shan had no choice but to order him to abandon the gun mount and hurry away with only the gun body on his back. Although this will definitely affect the shooting accuracy, the good thing is that the gas bomb only needs to shoot probabilitarily, and does not need to be accurate, so it will be able to meet the minimum needs.

Rao is like this, and the storm can be regarded as a foreign sin. This makes the anger of the upright storm even more intense. If it weren't for these god-killing devils, I would have been hot on the kang with my wife and children, and I would have used this Laoshzi thing to drink cold water over the mountains and mountains.

A few days later, when Jiang Shan ordered Storm to fire poison gas bombs at a Japanese assembly area, Storm almost smirked and carried out the order in the shortest possible time. Dozens of shells rained down on the Japanese position, and just one cannon actually hit the effect of barrage shooting! By the time Jiang Shan realized that the situation was wrong and hurriedly ordered Storm to stop firing, there were only more than 20 rounds of nearly 100 shells left. This is also due to his quick eyesight, if it were a few minutes in the evening, there would not be a few more than 20 shells left.

Although it has long been known that mustard gas is known as the "king of poison", it is so toxic that there is almost no cure. But in the face of the Japanese army position covered by mustard gas, Rao is a guy who is used to fighting on the battlefield, and he can't help but feel his scalp tingle. It's so overbearing! Through the observation of the telescope, a huge Japanese position is now as silent as death. The thousands of Japanese soldiers who were still showing off their might just now turned into corpses lying on the ground, their whole bodies festering and hideous.

Several people felt a chill flash in their hearts. If you get this thing on your own, it is better to take out a gun and give yourself a shot, looking at the expressions of those unlucky Japanese soldiers, I am afraid that at that time, death is also a relief.

When Okamura Ninji received the battle report, the whole person suddenly became discouraged. What he feared most happened anyway, an entire wing, more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers, were all killed in just ten minutes, and they didn't even have time to react. And the initiator is still the mysterious Chinese special operations team. The weapon they used turned out to be a poison gas bomb that the Imperial Army regarded as a top secret!

This made Okamura Ningji want to cry without tears, but there was no way, now Jiangshan, the grandson monkey, was making a lot of trouble in his stomach, but he had nothing to do. This special combat team can be said to have brought into full play the tactics of special operations to the pinnacle. He could only lament that he had completely failed this time.