"Hey." Masao Ono, the captain of the devil artillery, picked up the binoculars and observed it, and quickly paused.

Then return to the position of the artillery squadron and direct his soldiers to build mortar positions.

When the devils heard Masao Ono's words, they hurriedly turned over and dismounted to build a mortar position, and the gunner unloaded the shell box from the horse.

The Type 97 mortar is divided into three parts: a square base plate, a triangular gun carriage and a barrel, and it takes about three minutes to assemble.

Since the devil's mortar position was behind the devil's cavalry formation, Wang Chengzhu did not see where the devil's artillery position was located.

Eight Type 97 mortars were lined up, the firing Zhu Yuan had been adjusted, and the devil gunner was holding the shells and waiting for the order.

"Wait." Fujita Ichiro spoke: "Use chemical bombs." ”

"Nani." Masao Ono and the artillerymen all looked at Fujita Ichiro with a look of astonishment.

In battle, the Japanese army generally used poison gas bombs as a killer weapon, which was a weapon that could not be defeated before turning the tables, and it was very rare to fire poison gas bombs as soon as they came up.

The Japanese army had a total of four gas bombs, red, green, blue, and yellow.

Among them, red bullets are also called tear gas bombs, and this kind of gas bomb is the poison gas bomb with the least damage and power.

A green bomb is a type of poison gas that releases a strong irritation to a respirator tube, commonly known as a spray bomb. Blue bullets are erosive gas bombs that cause ulceration of enemy skin and mucous membranes when used. Yellow bombs, this kind of gas bombs are filled with strong poison gas, which will directly make the people who inhale the poison gas die of grief.

In real history, Brigade Commander Chen was actually hit by the devil's poison gas bomb.

In response to the devil's poison gas bomb tactics, the Eighth Route Army had special cadres to train its fighters. And as best they could, they prepared poisoning equipment.

For example, towels and garlic are necessary for every Eighth Route Army during the battle.

"Baga, why are you still stunned?" Fujita Ichiro said with a frown.

Fujita Ichiro was also in a hurry to be beaten by the Eighth Route Army, even if the machine gun positions of the Eighth Route Army were ploughed with artillery fire, ordinary artillery shells could destroy some of the machine gun fire points of the Eighth Route Army, but they could not destroy all of them.

In this way, even if the Japanese army can rush to the dirt slope in front, the casualties will not be less. The cavalry wing has already lost more than half of it, and he can't lose more cavalry, otherwise even if he destroys all the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side, he will be punished when he goes back, and even be asked to commit suicide by seppuku, which is not what Fujita Ichiro wants.

But the use of poison gas bombs is different, it can directly make all the Eighth Route Army lose its combat effectiveness in an instant, not only cavalry can go up to harvest heads, but also capture dozens of light and heavy machine guns and bullets.

"Hey!" Ono Masao hurriedly nodded at Fujita Ichilang, and then turned his head and shouted at the artillerymen: "Change the chemical bomb, ha-ya-gu." ”

When the devil artilleryman heard this, he immediately put back the ordinary shell in his hand, then opened the box engraved with the skull pattern and took out the poison gas bomb.

In a few moments, all gun emplacements were ready. As the flag commander waved the small flag in his hand, the devil gunner loaded the gas bomb into the mortar.

With a muffled sound of "knock, knock, knock," the gas bomb burst out of the gun hall and rose into the air, drawing an arc in the air, and smashing into the new machine gun position with a sharp whistling sound.

At the same time, on the machine-gun position of the new regiment, Li Yunlong heard the sound of the whistling shells breaking through the air and shouted: "Hide, fire the artillery." ”

When the soldiers heard Li Yunlong's shout, they immediately lay on the ground to defend against the shells, and their expressions were not panicked, because they knew that if they could not withstand a few shells, their own artillery would return the color to the enemy.

The next moment, mortar shells landed on the machine-gun positions of the new regiment and exploded with a thud, but to the surprise of the fighters, it was not the mortar shells that fell.

When he saw the red gas diffusing from the air, Li Yunlong's face changed, and he shouted loudly: "It's not good, it's poisonous gas, hurry up and put on a gas mask." ”

As Li Yunlong gave an order, the soldiers of the new regiment reacted instantly, and the hundreds of people who were originally lying on the ground all stretched out their hands to get the gas masks beside them.

It's not a gas mask made with a wet towel and garlic, but a gas mask captured during the last attack on the Tiger Pavilion stronghold, and the poisoning effect is excellent.

Needless to say, the veterans were calm and comfortable in the whole process of putting on gas masks, and even the recruits did not panic much, wearing gas masks in an orderly manner, and there was no situation where soldiers snatched gas masks among themselves.

Regarding the response method after the devil fired the poison gas bomb, they have practiced this set of actions I don't know how many times, and they are very familiar with it.

Only a few dozen fighters near the point where the gas bomb hit had inhaled some poison gas, and the vast majority of the fighters did not inhale poison gas.

The devil artillery fired a green bullet this time, and only inhaled a small amount of poisonous gas, although it did not kill people, but it could make people vomit, have difficulty breathing, and thus lose their combat effectiveness.

When the second wave of poison gas bombs fell and exploded, the soldiers all put on gas masks, and through the transparent mirror of the gas masks, watching the green gas spread around the machine gun position, the soldiers were not afraid at all, and even a little excited.

The devil cavalry rushed over, we have a machine gun, the devil fires gas bombs, we have gas masks, this equipment is good, it feels cool.

Looking at the green gas spreading from the enemy's machine-gun position from the telescope, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army did not move at all, and Fujita Ichiro sneered repeatedly.

The exposed heavy machine guns and light machine guns are still there, which shows that the Eighth Route did not choose to escape, otherwise with the poor sour appearance of the Eighth Route Army, it would definitely not give up so much good equipment when it fled.

Under such a thick poisonous gas, it is impossible for the Eighth Route Army's poisonous equipment made of wet towels and garlic to work. After waiting for two or three minutes at most, the Eighth Route Army will be all poisoned and fall to the ground, and then the cavalry can go up to harvest corn.

Fujita Ichiro estimated that the Eighth Route Army used so many machine guns and machine gun ammunition that he was afraid that he had taken out most of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army.

If this battle completely annihilates the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side, the entire division of the Eighth Route Army will be affected, and its combat effectiveness will definitely decline.

In this case, he won't have to commit suicide by seppuku, not only that, but maybe Yoshio Shinozuka will invite him to drink and arrange a few imperial ladies for him.

Fujita Ichiro showed a smug expression: "Order, the guard and the second squadron are ready to attack."

After receiving the order, the devil cavalry ran to the artillery squadron to get gas masks, which are also very precious things for devils. It was carried by a squadron of mounted artillery, and the entire cavalry wing also had only more than two hundred gas masks.

In addition to the 200 men of the 2nd Squadron, Fujita Ichiro drew 50 men from his own guard team to form an offensive team of 250 men.

Although people could wear gas masks to prevent the gas from entering their lungs, they could not put gas masks on their horses, so the attacking team had to advance on foot.

The little devil thought that if he wore a gas mask, he could go up and harvest people's heads, and everyone was very excited.

Fujita Ichiro drew his command knife and pointed forward and shouted, "Attack." ”

The little devils wearing gas masks, crushing cavalry knives and rifles excitedly rushed towards the machine gun position of the Eighth Route Army.

"Ha Ya Gu."

"Ha Ya Gu."

The deputy squadron leader of the cavalry squadron, waving the command knife in his hand, had a hideous expression.

On the machine-gun position of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army, when the poison gas became thin, Li Yunlong put on a gas mask, quietly poked out half of his head, and raised his binoculars to observe the situation below the dirt slope.

About more than 200 devils? The wearer's gas mask rushed towards him, already within the range of five hundred and five.

Seeing this situation, Li Yunlong sneered twice, thinking that the devil was in a hurry to give away people's heads.

Retracting behind the dirt slope, Li Yunlong instructed Zhang Dabiao on the side: "Tell the soldiers not to worry, put the little devil at a distance of fifty meters from us and do it."

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Zhang Dabiao said to the soldiers on the side: "Put the devil at a distance of fifty meters to fight." ”

Because I was afraid that speaking loudly would cause the devil to be alarmed, I could only pass the news one-on-one.

After all, no one can guarantee that there are no wounded soldiers among those devils who were shot. It is very possible that the devil hid behind that belly after falling off his horse, and the machine gun could not shoot.

But at this time, the soldiers were wearing gas masks, and the sound transmission effect was not very good.

Soldier A: "Put the devil fifty meters away and fight." ”

Soldier B: "Put the devil five meters and fight." ”

Soldier C: "Put the devil in and fight." ”

"Regiment commander, the fighters who inhaled the poison gas have lost their combat effectiveness." At this time, Wang Chengzhu ran over and said to Li Yunlong.

"Soldiers, is there any danger to your life?" Li Yunlong said in a cold tone.

"It didn't look life-threatening, but some of the soldiers vomited and had trouble breathing. I've sent someone to take them to safety in the rear. ”

"This group of little devils raised by bitches is still old-fashioned, and if they can't beat it, they will be gassed." Li Yunlong's tone was still cold, and he hated the devil for releasing poison gas in battle, and when the little devil used this trick in the early days, the Eighth Route Army didn't know what it was, and the soldiers were caught off guard and hit the trick.

"Fujita Ichiro, an old devil, would never have imagined that we were equipped with so many gas masks." Zhang Dabiao on the side sneered and said in a somewhat unkind tone.

In a whisper, the devil had come to a position three hundred meters away from the machine-gun position. This position has entered the cover area of the barrage, and the devils who tried to nod and escape last time were all shot in this position.

As Li Yunlong expected, many devils who were lucky enough to survive kept getting up from the ground and joining the attacking team.

"Commander, you see, the devil's wounded soldiers have all joined in." Zhang Dabiao on the side whispered to Li Yunlong.

"It's just that this time I can serve the little devil in one pot." Li Yunlong's voice was cold, and he picked up the heavy machine gun next to him and pulled the bolt.

As the devil advanced rapidly, the wounded soldiers of the devil who crawled out of the corpse kept getting up and joining the devil's attacking team. , there are at least 20 injured little devils one after another. ”

The poison gas gradually thinned out in the breeze, and the little devil with the rifle was rapidly approaching the machine gun position.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

"Fire." Seeing that the little devil had already walked to a distance of fifty meters from the position, Li Yunlong let out a loud roar, and then pressed the pressing iron of the heavy machine gun.

"Da, da." With the shaking of the heavy machine gun, continuous bullets erupted from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and a long tongue of fire was issued, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the ground.

Putting a devil on a horse within fifty meters is undoubtedly looking for death, but a devil cavalry who gets off the horse is equal to infantry, and this distance is equivalent to a heavy machine gun shooting at the devil's head.

The moment the heavy machine gun sounded, the fighters in gas masks set up the machine guns on the position almost simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the heavy machine gun sounded like a popping bean.

The little devils who swarmed in noticed something was wrong the moment they heard the gunshots, but it was too late.

The bullets poured down like flying locusts, and there was no way to avoid it, and the devil who was shot fell down with convulsions like an electric shock, and his body was shot into a bloody sieve by the machine gun.

It was really beaten into a blood sieve, and many devils were hit by more than a dozen bullets in an instant, and some devils were shot in the head by two bullets at the same time. Half of the head was cut off, and it looked extremely terrifying.

Although the devil cavalry is also equipped with light and heavy machine guns, at such a close distance and such a strong firepower, there is no chance of taking out light and heavy machine guns.

Seeing the devils in front of them fall in pieces, the devils in the back were a little panicked, looking for cover in panic to avoid the harvest of bullets.

But to the devil's despair, they couldn't find even a rock bunker where they were, so they had to lie on the ground and pray that the bullets would not hit them.

In less than two minutes, all the devils wearing gas masks and rifles were shot on the ground, and none of them fled.

When Ichiro Fujita saw this scene in the telescope, the whole person was directly stunned in place, motionless like a sculpture.

His face was pale, and his expression and eyes were full of disbelief. Originally, he thought it was a harvesting bureau, but he didn't expect it to be harvested.

In just a few hours, the elite of an entire cavalry wing was basically finished. In the end, only a few dozen guards were left beside him.

This belly must be cut, Fujita Ichiro looked at his stomach and couldn't help but shiver.

"Wing Captain, Wing Captain." Katsuo Suzuki, who was on the side, shouted cautiously.

"Hmm." Fujita Ichiro's body was shaky and he almost fell off his horse.

"Wing Commander, the machine gunners of the Eighth Route Army are wearing gas masks, and our chemical bombs have no effect at all." Katsuo Suzuki said with the corners of his mouth trembling.

"Yaga." Fujita Ichiro's face darkened: "I'm not blind, I need you to report?" ”

Hearing Fujita Ichiro's words, Katsuo Suzuki didn't dare to speak. In fact, he has long been dissatisfied with Fujita Ichiro in his heart, if Fujita Ichiro had listened to him before, where would it be like this.