In September, when the night falls, you can no longer feel the warmth of summer, but you can feel the chill of late autumn in advance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Staying in an abandoned wooden hut, everyone wants to warm up as much as possible around the campfire, and the soldiers in thin military uniforms will even want to hold the campfire in their arms. The night was getting deeper and the same weather was getting colder. At this time, everyone's mood was extremely relaxed, but there were some regrets in the relaxation.

One day, to be precise, within an hour, the defense line of the Russian Far Eastern Army was torn open with chemical gas, and fifteen divisions and brigades of up to 200,000 troops advanced along fifteen breaches to the depth of the Russian army.

Two days, fifty kilometers!

Along the way, they reaped the lives of Russian soldiers who were dying of poison gas like a grim reaper.

In the past two days, as many as 2,000 tons of phosgene and chlorine have been released on the battlefield, and the reason for the use of this "low-poison gas" is very simple - it is almost impossible to pose any threat to the officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army, as long as they wear gas masks, they can pass through the area where the poison gas is cast, and more importantly, whether it is chlorine or the more powerful phosgene, it will not have any effect on the land, they will only kill those poor soldiers.

But no matter how powerful a weapon is, there are restrictions on how to use it, and just when the soldiers think that with the help of poison gas, they will win the war, the conditions for the use of poison gas are limited.

After a heavy rain, the ground became muddy and the wind direction changed. The change in the direction of the wind has made it impossible to use poison gas as freely as it used to be. And now. The true Grim Reaper lies ahead of them. Quietly awaiting their arrival - now nearly 300,000 Russian troops are compressed into an area of less than 1,000 square kilometers.

In just two days - more than 60,000 Russian troops died under poison gas. More than 200,000 Russian troops surrendered, but the main force of the Russian army is still there!

Sitting in front of the bonfire, Zhang Guoliang looked at the flame, the fire warmed his chest a lot, and today was only a few days before he turned twenty-six. Now the appearance of his wife and children is once again in front of his eyes, and like many of his comrades-in-arms, he is a new immigrant who only came to the Northeast last year, at the end of the training camp for new immigrants. At the same time that the officials issued him and his family residence permits, he had to sign the registration form for joining the army at the same time. This is not voluntary or involuntary, in fact, he has no other choice, if he does not sign, he will not be able to obtain land, his family will not be able to obtain a residence permit, and he will not be assigned to a settlement. Without any choice, he said goodbye to his wife and children after signing and received a military uniform, and was sent directly to the training camp, where he was trained for two months. It was sent to the front.

At that time, war had just broken out. He was still a private of the first class, but with the expansion of the unit, plus several combat experiences, he has now become a corporal, corporal squad leader.

"Line up!"

Finally, with the order of the company commander, the troops who had taken a short break were about to set off. In the darkness, the cigarette fireworks in the mouths of the soldiers were extinguished on the ground one by one.

"One, two, three, four......"

There was a faint sound of counting in the cabin, accompanied by the sound of a bayonet inserting a gun.

The Sixth Company led the way, and after a heavy rain, the cold of the night became thicker and thicker, and most of their pants were soaked by the rain on the grass branches.

"Let's hope we survive!"

Zhang Guoliang muttered to himself in his heart, between life and death, anyone often chooses to live, they bent their waists towards the depth of the enemy, there was not even a trace of moon in the sky, this was a better night of surprise attack.

Suddenly, gunfire was heard from the front, and the sound of enemy rifles and machine guns of the sixth company intertwined, breaking the silence of the night. When the vanguard engages the enemy.

As a company commander waved his hand, the soldiers stopped advancing, as soon as their movements stopped, as soon as they squatted, the soaked pants only made them feel a cold chill, and their bodies were tortured by the clammy cold. After a while, Zhang Guoliang's Eighth Company turned to a fork in the road.

The Russian soldiers over there were still firing into the darkness, while the Ninth Company was moving around the enemy position. Their mission is to avoid small groups of enemies, take the stronghold of the Russian army, and together with their brother troops, divide the Russian troops in the encirclement, and finally divide them into countless small pieces, and then eat them bit by bit.

In the dark, they walked for a long time in the fields without a trace of cover, in order to avoid going over the mountains and lengthening the distance, they could only choose to march in the mountains, but here they needed to do everything possible to avoid the defensive strongholds of the Russian army, and those who could not avoid it had to be defeated. It was not an easy task to carry out infiltration operations on the night of heavy rain soldiers, especially when they had to cross a ditch full of stagnant water, Zhang Guoliang and their comrades-in-arms truly experienced for the first time what summer in Siberia was.

Summer in Siberia can also freeze people to death!

When wading through the river, Zhang Guoliang only felt that his hands and feet were cold, but slowly he felt that most of his body was so cold that he didn't obey the call, and his legs seemed to be about to leave his body.

In order to avoid causing too much noise, when wading through the ditch, under the leadership of the officer, their movements were not fast, and they could even be described as slow, and the icy river water was so cold that Zhang Guoliang felt that his heart had almost stopped beating, and his lungs seemed to have been frozen in the cold air.

"It must be warm at home now!"

When he thought so, Zhang Guoliang finally went ashore with his left foot, and as soon as he went ashore, the place below the thighs of his legs became even colder, and even when the company commander gave the order to stop, he felt that his blood vessels were about to freeze.

"Hurry up and warm up......"

Zhang Guoliang thought so in his heart, he even began to miss the "autumn tiger" in his hometown, no, now is not the time for the "autumn tiger", it is still summer, but here, the weather is like entering winter.

He raised his head and lay in front of the ditch to watch, the Russian trench was only a few dozen meters away from them, in a simple trench dozens of meters away. Occasionally, some orange light can be seen. It was the light of the fire in the shelter. Frozen and swaying, he pulled out a grenade from behind his waist.

"Hit the trench and bake the fire......"

After the soldiers of a battalion waded through the small river ditch, the officers and soldiers who were cold enough to choke on the soldiers would have only one idea left, but no one dared to say anything, above their heads was the position of the Russian army, and any sound could alarm them, Zhang Guoliang vaguely saw in the distance. The battalion commander who was clinging to the ditch seemed to be assigning some task to the commander of the seventh company.

After a while, the company over there had already moved, and Zhang Guoliang and his comrades-in-arms here were aiming at the enemy trenches with rifles and machine guns that they couldn't see clearly.

"China won't use poison gas at this time, right?"

Standing in the trenches and listening to the sound of gunfire in the night sky, whether dense or sporadic, the most fearful, and the most feared by all, was the deadly "poisonous fog", although only some of the soldiers fled back in the attack of the poison gas. But the horror of the yellow-green and white smoke had spread throughout the battlefield with those people.

"Anyone who touches that fog of death will lose their life instantly"

"The flesh on the body will be melted away......"

Because I have personally experienced the relationship of poison gas. So Mannerheim scoffed at that, but his eyes were still focused on the thin mist in the air, for fear that the white mist would turn into a yellow-green death mist, or a white death mist. His troops collapsed under the attack of poison gas, and even he himself was only lucky to escape.

"The Chinese even have a dead fog, how can we win this battle!"

"Have you heard, almost everyone in the 17th Division died...... Not a single one survived! ”

"Those who survive will not live long, although they only inhale a little death fog, but sooner or later they will die, that is death fog!"

The soldiers in the trenches were talking softly, and in order to hide the shame of their escape, the deserters frightened everyone with their descriptions, and now almost all of them were only concerned with the dead fog rather than holding their lines.

In the face of poison gas, tenacious will only aggravate death, and everyone knows very well that people cannot resist poison gas!

Listening to their words, Mannerheim almost had the illusion that if they saw the yellow-green smoke, they would probably give up on their ...... Of course, if the Chinese use this poison gas, it seems that the white poison gas is more widely used than the yellow-green poison gas.

"What's that gas?"

At this moment, Mannerheim vaguely felt as if something was flying towards him, and when he looked up, he saw countless black dots in the night drawing a parabola from the sky, flying towards the trench.

"That's ......"

When the black dot fell into the trench, Mannerheim heard something hissing nearby, almost as if instinctively, the moment the black dot fell into the trench, he immediately threw himself into the muddy trench, and the next moment violent explosions sounded inside and outside the trench one after another, in the impact of the air wave, Mannerheim couldn't help but let his body touch the ground.

Hand grenade!

The battle with the Chinese made Mannerheim know that it was a grenade thrown by the Chinese, and the Chinese hit here?

Then the gunshots, the dense gunfire, rang out. After a round of hundreds of grenade attacks, the Russian soldiers who were blown up and dizzy, and the Russian soldiers who had not yet recovered were pressed in the trenches by machine gun fire and could not raise their heads.

As soon as he got up from the mud, Mannerheim saw a Chinese soldier approaching him raise his gun and aim it at him, and quickly picked up the revolver in his hand and stood up, and fired several shots at the man, who fell to the ground.

Before he could turn his gun to the others, Mannerheim saw a figure aiming at him with the muzzle of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun flashed a flame, and as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground again, and fell to the muddy trench, and he heard the sound of dense machine guns and rifles, as well as the roars of the Chinese army, mixed with more desperate howls and screams from Russian.

The positions were occupied...... As consciousness dissipated, one such thought came to Mannerheim's mind.

"Is it warm?"

When the day was about to break, when the soldiers cleaned up the Russian positions they had just captured, Zhang Guoliang, who felt warm, shouted at his comrades-in-arms that after taking the Russian positions, there was no longer a need to carry out the order to keep quiet.

"Squad leader, if only you could bake the fire!"

"You raise the fire and see, maybe the Russians will hit the shells in the next second!"

After a fierce battle, the soldiers were talking and laughing softly, the heat brought by the battle of life and death was excessive, and he felt the cold pain in his calves, Zhang Guoliang took out the dry blankets from the relics of the Russians in the position, and then pulled a few corpses of Russian soldiers at random, padd the mud in the trenches with the corpses, and then threw the blankets of the Russian soldiers on the corpses at will, leaning on the trenches, sitting on the corpses of the Russian soldiers, covering his blankets and shrinking his body to wait for the dawn, most of the soldiers around him did this.

After a while, he felt relieved all over his body, and lay down along the trench, Zhang Guoliang, who was lying in the trench, comfortably lit a cigarette, pillowing such a corpse, the clothes on the corpse were like a soft cushion, with a little light when smoking, Zhang Guoliang saw clearly the appearance of the Russian soldier he was pillowing, although his face was full of mud, he could still see that this Russian was very young, and the young face was still filled with fear, and his life seemed to be frozen in the last fear.

Pillow Enemy Corpse ...... Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of grandeur arose, Zhang Guoliang was holding a cigarette, he wanted to use any words to describe this artistic conception, but he couldn't find the right words, in the end, he still turned his eyes to the Russian opposite, it was a Russian officer, he was shot in the chest, but it had been simply bandaged by the medical guards,

This is a lieutenant colonel of the Russian army!

He was also the largest enemy officer Zhang Guoliang had ever captured, yes, he had taken prisoners, and when he was cleaning up the battlefield, if it hadn't been for the corpse moving, he would have almost been stabbed with a bayonet, but now he had captured a lieutenant colonel of the enemy army - a lieutenant colonel who commanded less than three hundred men. However, since he had not yet made contact with the rear, he was now tied up in the trenches, like the other prisoners.

"What will they do with themselves? Killed yourself? ”

Feeling the enemy's gaze, Mannerheim thought silently in his heart, the fear of death made his whole body nervous, and at the same time nervous, he also had a kind of awareness......

"It seems that Russia really can't win this time......" (To be continued. )