In the four rows of warehouses, yellow-green poisonous gas floated everywhere.

In the face of the Japanese attack, the four rows of warehouses, which have long been accustomed to turning off the lights, are full of soldiers lying underground and wearing gas masks.

"Suffocated, suffocated......"

There were soldiers shouting, suffocating fear tormenting everyone. The oxygen inhaled is far from enough to consume, like a noose that is not tightened on the quilt.

However, the shells that emitted yellow-green poison gas were still fired from a distance by the Japanese artillery.

"Don't shout, don't move...... Relax, relax your body...... Would be more stuffy......"

Even though he was a gendarme, the first time he actually used a gas mask, he was still filled with fear. Cao Zijin walked among the soldiers, shouting as loudly as he could.

This was not his self-realization, but the request of the German officers in anti-gas training.

After only a few shouts, Cao Zijin closed his mouth. His chest rose and fell violently, and he reached out to stroke his neck, really wanting to open a mouth with his hand and take a few breaths of air.

Unfortunately, gas masks during World War II generally had the disadvantage of insufficient air supply.

Compared to the upstairs, most of the people downstairs are newcomers who are using gas masks for the first time, and there are constantly muffled shouts. Someone even opened the gas mask and coughed loudly after only taking a breath.

Then the military doctor, who was also wearing a gas mask, crawled out of nowhere, put the gas mask back on the man's face, and then dragged him to the infirmary with a cough.

Fortunately, last night, Chief Zhang caught the British, otherwise......

Last night should not be said to be early this morning, not only did they receive 24 heavy machine guns and bullets from the British, but even yesterday's wounded were all sent across the bridge.

"Supervise each other, don't open gas masks."

Compared with the gendarmes, the old eight have iron discipline. Therefore, except for the dozen or so who were caught off guard at the beginning, but the rest of the people were still able to grit their teeth and persevere.

Raising his head and looking at the four almost sealed walls, Lu Feizhang muttered in his heart:

The devil attack can't even be seen, how can it be fought.

"The devil is three hundred meters away and is building a fire base."

Someone on the roof of the building yelled downward, and the person who could hear the shouting was not wearing a gas mask.

This couldn't help but Lu Feizhang raised his head, looked at the sky getting brighter and brighter through the hole on the roof, and prayed in his heart that a gust of wind would soon blow away these damn poisonous gases.

In the windowless office, Xie Jinyuan didn't have to wear a gas mask, and his subordinates had already blocked the crack in the door with wet towels. At this moment, he is like a year, raising his wrist to look at his watch from time to time.

6：13

"Haven't the Japanese gas bombs stopped yet?"

Most of the officers in the office were from the first battalion headquarters, and some people rushed to the door of the office and shouted outside.

"No, the gas mask is getting more and more suffocated, the chief must hurry up and think of a way."

"Sir, if you can't shoot them, you dare to be so rampant from seven or eight hundred meters away."

"Tuanza"

The officer at the door looked at Xie Jinyuan with an anxious look on his face.

Should we shoot back?

Sitting on the chair behind the desk in the office, Xie Jinyuan's eyes were staring at the dial, but his heart was thinking quickly.

What would the guy do if it were?

Unconsciously thinking of Zhang Sixing, it seems that that guy has always been very decisive in doing things, and even everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

So is it time to open fire?

At present, if you add the tanks on the first floor, there are as many as six guns, not only four Type 92-rifle guns and even two 37-mm anti-aircraft guns, which are placed on the upper three floors.

But Xie Jinyuan still couldn't make up his mind to open fire.

Because he still needs to keep it, he doesn't know how long he needs to stay. Although there is still a lot of ammunition to be replenished after last night's replenishment of ammunition and ammunition recovered from the corpses of the enemy, how long will it take to hold out?

Yesterday's attack on the Japanese marines obviously suffered a loss from the enemy, so today ...... I'm afraid it's going to be five days of flesh and blood. Don't look at the reinforcements of nearly 500 people last night, but if you really want to fight......

You must know that on the Songhu battlefield, tens of thousands of your army were defeated in just a few days.

I think that even if that guy is here, he will do the same as me, save ammo and save combat power until the decisive battle comes.

Moaning, he waved his hand lightly, gritting his teeth and insisting on not letting the artillery fight back.

The officer wanted to say something, but Yang Ruifu glared at him, and he had to shut up unwillingly.

But everyone's hearts are like frying oil, and they don't know when this yellow-green morning will be the head.

Xie Jinyuan, who was looking at the dial, listened to the sound of gunfire outside, and had only one thought in his heart:

How's that guy doing now.

"I thought you were running away, wondering when you would get the time......"

While pulling the bolt, Zhang Sixing muttered.

Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who was beside him, carried the family heirloom knife and drove Robin and Will,

"Hurry up, slow and cut off the heads of you two."

Robin and Will, whose wrists were connected by a rope, wept and mourned, not to mention the regret of running away. This is especially true when they are dragged by a murderer-like Japanese with a rope and hit them with the back of a knife from time to time.

The two of them cried and mourned, and none of them dared to make a sound.

Zhang Sixing, who bent to act, commanded in a low voice,

"Spread it down, don't make a sound, if the devil finds us hiding here, they will blow us up with poison gas bombs."

Hundreds of people huddled in tattered uniforms in a rubble, and no one dared to move. Their bodies squeezed into the rubble, trying to merge with them.

After all, the building of the Sixing Warehouse is now spewing yellow-green poisonous smoke outward, and everyone knows that this place is impossible to visit.

But now except for that place, the neighborhood is full of devil soldiers.

Most of the people in the prisoner camp followed Zhang Sixing and fled to the ruins about 100 meters east of the Sixing Building. But he didn't dare to approach again, firstly, he was worried about the steel helmet mine, and secondly, he was also worried about poisonous gas.

No one bothered to ask who Zhang Sixing was, and they didn't know what he did. not only brought a Japanese as his subordinate, but also held two British.

But no one was as calm as this guy, not only did he know exactly what to do, but he didn't seem to have any accidents at all.

As for the other people who ran away, these people either didn't know the direction or they had other ideas. They were the ones who were currently fighting the Japanese army.

"Down, don't make a sound......"

Zhang Sixing's order was passed on by the soldiers around him, and they all knew that they were not out of danger at the moment, and no one made a sound in this dangerous morning.

"My lord, how could I escape, the promise of a samurai......"

"So, what do you think of the guys who gave us a yellow-green early morning over there?"

Tetsujiro Yamaoka wanted to say something for the Imperial Japanese Army, but from a bushido point of view, he had to say the following,

"Theirs, not the samurai, they're all incompetent villains."