Two minutes after the gas bomb was fired, Yamashiro Hisanobu took his lieutenant and arrived at a commanding height in the Nyokoseki station without hurry.

The old devil confidently held the telescope in his hand to observe the battlefield, although the position of the Eighth Route Army was shrouded in poison gas, he could not see the specific situation inside.

But the sparse gunshots on the opposite side alone can make up for what is happening inside this little day. He seemed to see an enemy struggling in the gas, and then smiled sickly.

This kind of self-confidence was cultivated in the battles with the troops of the Republic of China again and again, and he was very satisfied with the results of his subordinates, and this familiar rhythm of battle made him want to shout that the advantage is in me!

Suddenly, he saw a small group of warriors covering their mouths and noses with strips of cloth and running frantically towards the rear. This added a bit of madness to Yamashiro Hisanobu's face, and he enjoyed the enemy's struggle to survive in his own poisonous gas.

Just as he admired his masterpiece, Ikuji Hiramatsu came to his side, and the other party did not dare to look up like an ostrich, as if he was afraid of touching his head.

However, he was a little worried, and the old devil Yamashiro Kushin slapped him on the left shoulder. Then he handed him the telescope in his hand, pointed in a certain direction in the distance, and said:

"Look at it, those Eighth Route Army are still as vulnerable as before! The saddest thing is that even the will to fight has weakened a lot, and there are deserters on their positions, which are called Hanako who used to not give up an inch of land. ”

"It's a pity, it's a bit of a disappointment to see fewer struggling faces this time."

"Hiramatsu-kun, let your men change their outfits quickly. There are at least 1,000 people left on the position on the Eighth Road, don't be useless if you have a chance, and don't blame me for robbing you of your credit when the time comes. ”

Although Ikuji Hiramatsu was resistant to this kind of purgatory-like scene on earth, and Yamashiro Kushin's morbid appearance sent chills down his spine.

But after all, the other party is the one who solved the current crisis, and Ikuji Hiramatsu can only hold his stinky feet for the sake of his career.

"Thanks to the support of His Excellency Nakasa this time, the enemy on the opposite side must be dying. Even if he is barely alive, he has definitely lost his combat effectiveness and mobility. ”

"I'm going to urge my men to get them going. Maybe the situation in Niangziguan is not so bad, if the Eighth Road has not yet come and destroyed it, we can make a contribution again! ”

"When the time comes, I hope that Nakasa's beautiful words will be a few words, and my career in the second half of my life will depend on you."

Seeing that the other party was so good at flattery, Yamashiro Hisanobu nodded with satisfaction. The old devil stretched out his hand forward, as if the enemy's line of defense had been torn apart by him at once.

At the same time, Ikuji Hiramatsu drew his command knife and said to the devils who belonged to his squadron in the station:

"Give me the order, and in ten minutes all attack! Take down your enemies in one fell swoop when they are at their weakest! ”

Despite an almost instinctive fear of gas bombs, no one doubts the power of this chemical weapon. After all, since the outbreak of the war, this set can be said to have been tried and tested.

In Hiramatsu Ikuji's cognition, even the main force of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent protective equipment. Otherwise, even their division commander would not have been injured by poison gas in the battle with his brother country some time ago.

This kind of opportunity to pick up the results of the battle, the devils at the grassroots level have long been waiting a little impatiently. With the order of the two commanders, they immediately launched an attack.

In order to be able to end the battle in one go, Xiao Ri dispatched more than half of his troops.

A small part of them were responsible for guarding the edge of the battlefield, after all, a part of the Eighth Route Army escaped from the poison gas range, and no one wanted to miss before victory came.

The other part is to go to the war zone to mend the sword, and in the eyes of the devils, the enemy in that area is already a lamb to the slaughter. They just need to rush forward and grant them relief with the weapons in their hands.

Because of this kind of thinking, the formation of the small days who attacked was extremely chaotic, and they even forgot the requirements in the infantry drill code. Some even walked neatly towards the position like elementary school students going out to exercise.

As for the skirmishers? This thing has long been forgotten by them, and they feel that with such a big advantage now, even if they change to pigs, they can end the battle.

Soon, the devils crossed the original battle zone. And this position was only forty or fifty meters away from the position of the Eighth Route Army, and the little days began to search with bayonets.

But they couldn't see a single moving figure, and all the enemies were lying or lying on the ground, as if everything had been killed by the gas.

But at this moment, suddenly a red signal flare rose into the sky, and in their eyes, the Eighth Route Army, which was already dead, suddenly moved.

At this distance, the devils can clearly see that each other's faces are wearing gas masks, and they even look a little more advanced than their own.

With the flares lifted into the air, there was a roar of anger from the originally quiet battlefield, and bullets came one after another with these sounds.

"Comrades! It's time to fight back! Hit me hard! Not a single one to stay! ”

"Da Da Da!"

The firing of various firearms resounded on the positions.

The machine-gun positions built on the side of the battlefield opened fire at the same time, and the dense bullets formed a network of firepower, sweeping towards the little devil like a metal storm.

At a distance of only thirty or forty meters, even if new recruits come, it will not be empty. The fighters gave full play to the advantages of the MAS-36 in their hands, and one by one they hit a semi-automatic rate of fire with human flesh.

At the beginning of the battle, the little devils fell in batches, and it was a very luxurious thing to be able to leave a whole corpse under this kind of firepower.

These enemies paid a terrible price for their empiricism.

As a squadron leader who has been on the front line all year round, Ikuji Hiramatsu did not panic like a grassroots soldier after discovering that he was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army.

The old devil knew that if he lost his mind now, he would die, so he drew his command knife and tried to organize a nearby battle group to attack.

The distance between the two sides was only more than thirty meters, and to retreat now was to expose one's back to the enemy, and that kind of behavior was no different from suicide.

Instead of dying meaninglessly like a wild dog, it is better to launch a charge and spell out a future for yourself.

But the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army would not give him this opportunity, and just as Hiramatsu Yuji was assembling his troops, hundreds of grenades suddenly flew in front of him with green smoke.

Now the offensive grenades used by the whole army are imitations of the M24 of Sandezi, but Huanghe has long adjusted this weapon to make it more in line with the throwing power of the Chinese.

According to Li Yunlong's words, this distance can be thrown even by a girl.

Moreover, the production process of the military industrial area of the logistics department has long been not the original two-knife type. The fact that each grenade's delay fuse is different has long been eliminated, and now the fighters can uniformly delay the time by three seconds.

This is done so that the enemy does not have a chance to pick up the grenade and throw it back. A series of explosions rang out in the ranks of the devils, mixed with the sound of beasts being slaughtered.

It seems that because the movement on Hiramatsu Yuji's side is relatively large, the grenades thrown by him are the densest here.

Inside the forward command post, although the situation in the combat zone was somewhat chaotic, and the view was poor because of the night. But the two regimental commanders could tell which side had the upper hand just by the sound of guns and grenades.

After all, it's all the sound of their own weapons, and the sense of security is directly full, and there is no need to think about who is being beaten and who is attacking.

Listening to the sound of explosions and the screams of devils, Kong Jie put the big blade on the ground with some regret, and it was more uncomfortable to not be able to participate in this kind of battle than to kill him.

"It seems that the new tactics of the headquarters are very successful, and the deputy general staff is right, we not only have to kill people but also punish our hearts."

Regiment Commander Chen nodded approvingly, this batch of new equipment from the Logistics Department is really too critical. It has only been a few hours since the start of the raid, and the help of the fighters with support equipment has already been vividly demonstrated.

"Hehe, the little devils never dreamed of it, we would have been broadened a long time ago. In the future, the situation between the enemy and the enemy will inevitably be reversed, and we will be able to run with our little days sooner or later. ”

In fact, the tactics mentioned by the two before did not have any special details, they just used the information difference to catch the devil off guard.

After all, in the inherent impression of the enemy, the gas masks of the Eighth Route Army had long been exhausted in these three years of continuous campaigning.

Moreover, since the end of the winter offensive of preserved fruits, the Devil Army is trying to throttle. Not only did they transfer some of the divisions and regiments in the territory of the Republic of China, but they also reduced the ammunition reserve of the soldiers, and they were not as rich as they were in 37 years.

Gas bombs had already been used in this attack, so the enemy would definitely save some bullets, which would have given the Eighth Route Army an opportunity to ambush.

At present, the defeat of the devils is certain, and under the premise of no fortifications and lack of organization, the war zone is now almost a one-sided massacre.

Although the battle is not over yet, the final outcome has long been decided. After all, even if it is a few hundred pigs, it will take some time for the warriors to catch them.

It's called someone dying at the beginning of the alignment period, and they have to wait until 30 minutes before they are buried.

Ask for everything!

(End of chapter)