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Chapter 292, Launching a Poison Gas War
Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

After receiving the bad news that Noda Takeshi had been shot, Toshiaki Mukai suddenly thought of such a sentence in his mind.

I still remember that when they were drinking a few days ago, the two of them were full of confidence and decided to make a big contribution in this battle, to gain the appreciation of the big shots, and to rise to the top and make a fortune.

In a blink of an eye, everyone was gone.

Still as a deserter, an extremely disgraceful end ended.

He is very familiar with Noda Takeshi's character.Arrogant, reckless, quite Bushido spirit.

If it wasn't for the worst situation, he wouldn't have retreated voluntarily, let alone escaped.

Toshiaki Mukai inquired a little, and he knew what kind of despair Noda Takeshi was facing.

In one squadron, only 13 people were withdrawn, six were shot, and only seven wounded remained.

Basically wiped out the whole army.

Such a tragic battle is extremely rare.Noda Takeshi was forced to retreat, so he should and cannot be counted as a deserter.

"General, you want to make an example of others!"

Mukai Toshiaki looked up to the sky and sighed, full of tragic despair for the next battle.

No matter how good the plan was before, it could not be worth an order. The squadron master he led was going up to chew on the hard bones.

Don't think about playing tricks, Noda Takeshi's eyes haven't closed yet!
Leading the team forward, the corpses of one's own side have been pulled away, and the ground completely soaked in blood is dark red.

Walking all the way, it was full of gunpowder smoke and bloody smell.

Walk through the two lines of defense captured and come to the forefront of the battlefield.

The road was full of corpses of the imperial army, and no one cleaned them up. It was winter, and the corpses were frozen hard, so there was no need to worry about the plague.

Looking at the cliffs on both sides, the mountain seems to be covered with a layer of white quilt.There were black spots on the quilt, which were the traces left by the gunpowder smoke.

"Sir, Toshiaki Mukai is here to report."

Lieutenant Assistant Ono Makoto, the captain, sat on the ammunition box, holding a command knife in his hand, his face was full of determination, and there was a faint trace of sadness.

His brigade consisted of four infantry squadrons, the entire army led by Noda Takeshi was wiped out, and the other two participated in the round of battles a few days ago, and suffered a lot of losses

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be in the lead on this mission, and should be replaced by a unit with sufficient troops and high morale.

But who asked the head of the brigade to kill chickens and monkeys and pick the chickens of their brigade.

Nakazuo Ono followed suit.

"Mukai-kun, take a closer look at the terrain ahead and tell me your opinion."

Hearing this, Toshiaki Mukai raised his binoculars and carefully observed the terrain ahead.

Stretching the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife. Their squadron can't escape the hard battle.

Since you want to fight, you have to fight well.

But after looking at it carefully, his brows were all knit together, and he just felt a headache.

"Sir, the narrowest part in front is only ten meters wide, and the Tuba Road has entered the mountain. Now we can only try to eliminate those Tuba Roads before we can open the road.

But the mountain was rugged, and the imperial army was in an extremely unfavorable position to fight from bottom to top.It is not easy to achieve the goal. "

Toshiaki Mukai didn't dare to show his timidity in front of the chief, and he was extremely conservative.

Hill-climbing attacks are several times more expensive and require a lot of time.

The Tuba Road in front of me is not really Tubalu. After fighting for several days, how tough the opponent's soldiers are, what is their combat effectiveness, and what about their weapons and equipment.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Toshiaki Mukai is worried that the entire brigade will be wiped out, and the road may not be cleared.

At this time, he had a feeling of dread.

It is extremely rare since he joined the army.

Captain Ono sighed: "Soldiers take obedience to orders as their bounden duty. The general has given the order to die. No matter what price we pay, we must destroy the enemy and clear the way."

"Mukai-kun, the artillery will fire gas bombs to provide you with cover. In the next battle, it's up to you to adapt yourself!"

Hard attack, reckless fight, really without any technical content.It's the same no matter who directs.

Ono was not very interested, so he waved his hand and let him go by himself.

Toshiaki Mukai, with a sad face, went to discuss combat support with the artillery.

Lieutenant Yoshida was in charge of artillery support. Two mm mortars, a Type infantry gun, and shells formed the fire support department for this battle.

"Second Lieutenant, how many kinds of gas bombs have you prepared?" Toshiaki Mukai asked.

During the entire war of aggression against China, Japan produced 746 million rounds of poison gas bombs. Except for the nerve gas that was not developed, Japan developed and equipped almost all the poison gases equipped by countries in the world.

Such as mustard gas, Lewis gas, phosgene, dicyanarsine, arsenic hydrogen cyanide, diphenyl ethyl ketone, phenyl chloroacetophenone and arsenic tricyanide and other 8 standard poisonous gases.

Each poisonous gas has different effects and different lethality.

Combat troops will not prepare all the gas bombs, and generally carry one or two.

Second Lieutenant Yoshida pointed to the wooden boxes with skulls and skulls piled up not far away and said, "Sir, we have prepared Huang No. and Tea No. . Which one do you think you want to use?"

Toshiaki Mukai loosened his frown a little. The two types of gas bombs and Tea No. were the best news he had heard today.

Huang Yihao is a synonym for mustard gas, a poison gas commonly used in the Japanese army.

Toshiaki Mukai has used it more than ten times and is very aware of its power.Mustard gas has effects on the eyes, respiratory tract and skin, and can cause cancer, and severe poisoning can cause death.

Those enemies who were tortured by poisonous gas had red, swollen, blistered and festered skin.The eyes were clouded and ulcerated, and looked very miserable.

According to his understanding, the symptoms of systemic mustard gas poisoning include general malaise, fatigue, headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and a series of other symptoms.

Such an enemy, tortured by poisonous gas, can still have some combat effectiveness?
"How much tea No. is there? Is it enough?" Toshiaki Mukai asked with concern.

"There is still storage behind Tea No. , which can be transferred at any time." Second Lieutenant Yoshida replied.

"Then use Tea No. to test the quality of the enemy." Toshiaki Mukai smiled silently, as if he wasn't the one who was suffering before.

Second Lieutenant Yoshida had a hunch just now, and when he heard the commander's order, he nodded neither sad nor happy.

Compared with Huang Yihao, Cha Yihao seems to be more benevolent.

……

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army seem to be full of talent for soil work.On the hillside full of rocks, stone pits were dug one after another according to local conditions.

Lying down in the pit can reduce the biting cold brought by the cold wind, and it can also prevent guns and bullets.

It is an excellent mountain fortification.

If they were given more time, they would be able to dig the pits into caves, and then dug the caves through each other, and there would be no problem for people to live in.

The formation of soldiers on the mountain should not be too dense. A platoon of soldiers is stationed on this section of the defense line, and they are distributed in units of squads.

Everyone has prepared a box of grenades beside them. With the advantage of the terrain, even if there are ten times as many enemies, they are confident that they can defend them.

"Platoon leader, another group of little devils has come, it looks like there are two hundred little devils."

The soldier performing the observation put down the binoculars and said:
"Including the small three hundred before, there will be almost five hundred devils. More than ten times more people than ours, almost twenty times more."

The platoon leader Liu Weihong had a piece of candy in his mouth. Hearing the soldier's analysis, he sat up awkwardly: "It seems that the little devil is about to make a move."

He leaned over, took the binoculars in the hands of the soldiers, and observed the movements of the enemies in the distance.

The long-term combat has made him extremely rich in combat experience, and some tiny details are magnified, and Liu Weihong concludes that the enemy is indeed about to attack.

He reminded: "Get ready for the anti-gun."

"Know it!"

Liu Xiaotian, who was lying in the pit, stretched his tone and said with a smile: "The little devil only has three axes, nothing unusual, I will remember them all."

Liu Weihong turned her head and glared at this uneasy person.

They should not be placed under their own hands, no big or small.Fighting a war is no child's play. If one accidentally lost his life, how would he explain to his uncle?

After this battle is over, kick him to the first battalion, don't worry.

The other two soldiers next to them were also veterans who had fought for more than half a year. They trusted the platoon leader's reminder and silently took care of the artillery.

Sure enough, within 10 minutes, the enemy's shelling began.

It's just that the cannonball is a bit weird, it didn't explode as violently as before, it just hissed out after landing.

"What the hell is this?"

Liu Xiaotian was so courageous that he even sat up to observe the shells that fell not far from him.

"You don't want to die?!" Liu Weihong scolded angrily.

"Cousin, if the devil's shells don't explode, they just emit gas, so what's the danger?"

Hearing this, Liu Weihong sat up abruptly, and with just one glance, he recognized the thing: "No, it's a gas bomb. Wet the towel and covered his mouth and nose."

The New Second Regiment had fought many battles with devils, and was not attacked once or twice by poison gas bombs. Both the grassroots officers and veterans had already experienced it.

They quickly took out the kettle, covered their mouths and noses with wet towels or cloth.

In this way, although it cannot be completely immune to poisonous gas, it can also withstand most of the damage.

Liu Weihong put the only gas mask on for Liu Xiaotian.

"Cousin, this is assigned to you by the regiment, you have to bring it to command the battle!"

Liu Weihong slapped him on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, put it on, your eyes are wide open, and let us know when the devil comes up."

The troops of the Eighth Route Army couldn't even afford enough weapons, let alone gas masks.

The New Second Regiment did have some, more than 100 of them were seized from the devils.Allotted to the platoon leader and squad leader at the grassroots level,

Only a veteran who is not affected by poisonous gas can bring back as many comrades as possible.

Liu Weihong did not choose to retreat. It is one thing to walk on the mountain road covered by poisonous gas, and it is not necessarily possible to get out of the range of influence of the poisonous gas.

On the other hand, they are tasked with holding their ground and retreating without firing a single shot.

He has no face to go back, and the soldiers will not agree.

The poisonous gas diffused quickly, and even with the filter of a wet towel, it still couldn't be completely avoided.

Liu Weihong only felt headache and nausea, which was worse than when he had a fever last year.

The little devil is so fucking despicable, wait, grandpa must make you look good.

Wearing gas masks, the Japanese soldiers really looked like biochemical soldiers. They climbed up the hillside and headed for the Eighth Route Army's position.

Toshiaki Mukai stood at the rear, hundreds of meters away from the poisonous gas, and put on his gas mask cautiously.

In the fog of poisonous gas, there is no sound, which is good news.

He admired this masterpiece, which is worthy of being the most powerful poisonous gas of the imperial army - Tea No. .

Tea No. is also an alias given by the Japanese army. The orthodox name of the poison gas is hydrocyanic acid.

It is a kind of systemic poisoning agent, and it is a quick-killing agent that can kill quickly.

Inhalation of high concentrations of cyanide immediately leads to coma, respiratory arrest, and death within minutes (sudden death).

Toshiaki Mukai is no stranger to this kind of poisonous gas. He once used the No. tea poisonous gas on a village suspected of hiding the eight roads.

After 10 minutes, people were sent in to check, and all the people and animals inside were dead.

The same effect was achieved when dealing with a certain guerrilla.It is much easier to use than mustard gas, and it saves the upsurge.

Bang, the sudden explosion stirred up the poisonous mist, and brought Mukai Toshiaki back to his thoughts: "Do I need to use a grenade to make up the knife?"

Machine gunfire, more explosions.

His complexion changed, and he muttered to himself: "Tubalu really belongs to the cockroach, and it's not dead yet?!"

It could be heard that there was an exchange of fire inside.

"Brother, the devil is coming up."

Through the thin poisonous mist, Liu Xiaotian noticed that his cousin's face was ugly, and he shook it twice but there was no movement.

He didn't care too much himself, picked up a grenade, pulled the string and threw it in one go.

"Little devil, come on, Grandpa has so many grenades, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat them all."

One grenade after another fell on the Japanese soldiers who were climbing, and that was the thing that killed them.

The machine gun rang, and Liu Xiaotian, who was throwing it happily, turned his head to see that his cousin was kneeling on the ground, pulling the trigger with difficulty, and shooting the enemy.

If the gas mask was put on by my cousin, he would not look like this at this time, so what would he do?

Liu Xiaotian couldn't imagine, he could only throw the grenade harder, beat the little devil fiercely, and vent his anger on his cousin and his comrades.

"Little devil, come on!"

"come!"

Roaring loudly will double the consumption of oxygen, and the sound will not be able to travel far if it is dull.

Liu Xiaotian roared, as if he had inexhaustible strength, and threw out more than thirty grenades in one breath, almost finishing the two boxes.

The effect is also extremely significant.

The grenades thrown down one after another are like life-and-death talismans.I can't see how much there is and where.

The little devil, who couldn't bear it, left corpses all over the ground, and retreated hastily.

Mukai Toshiaki, who was watching from the rear, couldn't help being confused when he saw the soldiers retreating from the poisonous fog.

He has seen the power of Tea No. with his own eyes.

The Tuba Road they were facing was also a human being, so how could they bear it and still launch a counterattack in the poisonous fog?

Tea No. is fatal, and no one should be able to live unless it is a non-breathing iron man.

Gas masks, it is impossible for Tubalu to be so poor.

That is the problem of poisonous gas ejection, which did not have the expected killing effect.

Toshiaki Mukai angrily walked towards the artillery position, he needed an explanation.

(End of this chapter)