But at this time, the commandos were not in the mood to care about the affairs of the sky.

"Bang bang ... Click! ”

Thomson was out of bullets in his hand, and Long Wen secretly cursed and fucked.

"Whew...... Bite! ”

A soldier next to him was lying on his stomach on a sandbag to shoot, when suddenly the helmet made a crisp sound, and the bullet was bounced off by the arc of the steel helmet, leaving a dent. This scared him half to death, and he subconsciously touched his head.

"Good boy, good luck!" Long article sighed.

"Poof! Burst! ”

Before the warrior could laugh, two more bullets struck. This time, Lady Luck had already left him, and the projectile shot directly into his eye socket and the bridge of his nose, blood splattered everywhere, his whole face was already bloody and fleshy, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"!"

Long Wenwen's cheeks twitched fiercely, the battlefield is like this, if you don't pay attention to it, you will die the next moment.

The Japanese stopped at a distance of about 100 meters from the tree fort, and they did not continue to charge, but just fired wildly in the direction of the tree fort from that position.

"Don't even take the lead! Wait for the little devil to charge and then fight back! Long Wen leaned against the back of the sandbag and commanded loudly.

The Japanese suppressed the fire quite fiercely, and now it is a big loss to shoot at them. In addition, the commandos' automatic weapons have long been exhausted, and the fighters have replaced the Garand and submachine guns in their hands with the 38 Dagai or the Taisho 10 type, but they have already fallen a lot in firepower.

"This deflated calf thing is so bad, it jams when it hits, and the bullets are just like that."

Mi Long shrank his head and kept complaining while playing the Type 92, he was used to good things, and he showed a strong dislike for the "chicken neck" of the Japanese army.

"That thing can only shoot long shots, Milong, pay attention, the barrel is smoking, don't blow up!"

The dragon article is also very helpless, what else can I do now? The little devil's weapon is not easy to use, but it is better than a burning stick.

"Bean cake, go to the back and find some lube, I heard that this thing needs to be brushed with oil on the bullet board." Mi Long kicked the bean cake on the side.

"Got it, Brother Milong." As he spoke, he was about to run backwards.

Long Wenwen grabbed the mud on the ground and threw it over to the dragon, and scolded angrily: "Take Lao Tzu's words as a deaf ear, right? Aren't you looking for death when you go out now, it's all for Lao Tzu to lie down! ”

The bullets crackled on the sandbags around them, and the little devil's fire never stopped, but they didn't see them charging for a long time, and I didn't know what these grandsons were going to do.

However, after a morning of fighting, the Japanese have already dropped four or five hundred corpses on this hill, and according to this situation, the little devils should not want to break through their defenses today.

At this moment, several shells landed around the tree fort, and the explosion was surprisingly not powerful, but puffs of smoke slowly drifted from each bullet point.

"Little Toyo also used smoke bombs?" Not spicy asked uncertainly.

"Look, as soon as the smoke bombs are hit, these turtle sons should charge." To analyze confidently.

The yellowish smoke drifted towards the trench where they were, and Long Wen looked at the smoke uneasily, a strong sixth sense telling him that danger was approaching.

There was a faint smell of garlic in the air, and suddenly... A terrible thing came to mind in the dragon article.

"Gas bombs!! Wear a mask! ”

Long Wenwen shouted hoarsely, everyone was startled, and then they also reacted, quickly took out the gas mask from his body, and buckled it on his face in a panic.

Several of the soldiers who were close to them had already collapsed in the smoke, and they looked pained and blue-faced, clutching their necks and convulsing on the ground, and vomiting a large amount of white foam from their mouths.

"Bastard! It's mustard gas! Everyone return to the Tree Castle, quick! This moment made Long Wenwen feel creepy, and it was too late to hesitate, because the protective effect of gas masks alone on this poisonous gas was very limited.

"Woohoo...... Yes! ”

Several soldiers hurriedly got up and tried to save the poisoned comrades, but they were knocked to the ground by the bullets that came from the fire, and a Japanese squad also wearing gas masks had already begun to attack!

Not only do these little devils wear masks and gloves and neck pads, they wear a full set of chemical protective suits to wrap their bodies tightly so that no skin is exposed.

Mustard gas, also known as erosive poison, don't think that you will be fine if you wear a gas mask, this poisonous gas to the human body is not only manifested in the inhalation of the lungs, but also causes purulent ulceration and tissue necrosis on the surface of the skin, and is easy to cause secondary infection, and the wound is extremely difficult to heal.

It is the largest chemical weapon produced, stockpiled and even used to date, accounting for more than eighty percent of known chemical warfare casualties, and is known as the "king of poisons"

Moreover, this notorious poisonous gas has no specific drug treatment at all, it can produce a strong poisonous effect on the internal organs and fat organs of the whole human body through the respiratory tract and skin, and the severely poisoned person will die in a very painful way in a short time.

"Don't be stunned! If you want to live, go back quickly! Find something to wrap your hands around your neck! ”

Long Wenwen pulled up the person next to him and ran back desperately, he knew the horror of this thing, and he had also seen the soldiers killed by mustard gas, the tragic situation of being covered in red rashes and erosion and suffering is still unforgettable.

"Ahh

"Save ...... Help me! ”

……

Several soldiers who had been deeply gassed let out a terrible wail, and it was too late for them to put on gas masks, and they could not stop the damage of the gas to their skin, and their necks and arms were ulcerated to varying degrees.

The pain and itchiness made people can't help but scratch, but the more they scratched the wound, the more serious it became, their skin had been scratched to the flesh and blood, and as the poisonous gas was transmitted through the wound to the whole body, these soldiers fell to the ground with fear and reluctance, and could only wait for death in pain.

No one cares about them, there is really nothing they can do, and whoever wants to save them will only put themselves in it. The only way to survive now is to go back to the tree fort and try to find something to cover the exposed parts of your body, and at the same time plug up those shooting holes.

Fortunately, the Japanese did not have too many chemical protective suits, so the attacking force only had a small detachment of more than 30 people. Mustard gas doesn't recognize people, and other little devils only dare to watch from a distance, waiting for the poisonous gas to kill the Chinese people in the tree castle before making plans.

Rather than saying that this team was attacking, it was better to bring them over to collect the corpses, and Long Wen ran back while calculating how to deal with them later.

The dozen or so people who survived desperately ran back to the tree fort, and in that yellow poisonous mist, there were more than two dozen warriors who closed their eyes forever.

"Whew... Call... What's that... What the hell!? ”

The dragon threw his gun to the ground and preached in shock. They knew about the poison gas bomb, but it was the first time they had seen such a cruel mustard gas, and the tragic situation of those companions who were poisoned and killed was still vivid.

There were also two soldiers in the team who had accidentally inhaled poison gas, and they took off their masks and knelt on the ground, coughing and vomiting incessantly, their expressions of pain were terrifying.

"Take them down there and find something to plug up the holes, and the brothers in the tree fort put on their gas masks, hurry! The little devil is coming up, guard the gate for Lao Tzu! ”

Without taking a breath, Long Wenwen hurriedly instructed everyone, and everyone acted quickly, but no one expected that they would usher in such a crisis moment on the first day.

……

"What's that?"

Liao Mingyu, who was observing the situation on the top of the mountain with the artillery mirror, let out a question, and at this time, a large cloud of pale yellow smoke appeared in the direction of Shubao.

"Is it a smoke bomb?" Yu Xiaoqing said uncertainly.

At first, Liao Mingyu also thought it was a smoke bomb from the Japanese army, but after thinking about it, it was meaningless for the Japanese army to launch a smoke bomb on the top of the mountain.

And as the smoke filled, the gunfire on the top of the mountain slowly stopped.

Could it be......

"No, it's a gas bomb!"

Damn little devils, they used biochemical weapons so quickly, and these brutes are really unscrupulous in order to counterattack the tree fort.

"It's... What to do with the people in the tree fort. Yu Xiaoqing's heart sank, and she sweated for Long Article.

"Inform McLuhan and ask him to contact Hertling to bomb the Japanese attacking forces on the anticline!"

Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice with a cold face. Come on, hurt each other! You have poison gas bombs, Lao Tzu and napalm, see who can play whom!