The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 68 Brother, use mine! (Please read and vote)
...In movies and TV dramas about the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, I often see that when facing the Japanese's poison gas bombs, the soldiers would plug their mouths and noses with wet towels and continue fighting, eventually repelling the Japanese's attack.

It’s okay if the director shoots it this way.

What I want to say is that the process is not that simple and easy.

Because the Japanese have many kinds of poison gas bombs, this method can only achieve good results with a small amount of asphyxiating gas; for more poisonous gas, covering your mouth and nose with a wet towel will only make you die more slowly.

Especially when encountering corrosive poisonous gas, if the skin is in contact with it for a long time, it will be as painful and ugly as if it had been soaked in sulfuric acid.

The difficulty of persisting in the fight under such circumstances cannot be clearly described in words...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

Uncle Bo hurriedly shouted "poison gas bomb" and while holding his breath, he pulled off a towel from his neck, the original color of which could no longer be seen.

I quickly wet my mouth and nose with water from the kettle, then I dared to start breathing.

Even so, when the yellowish mist touched his exposed skin, he still felt stinging and tearing in his eyes, his vision was a little blurry, and his exposed skin was very itchy.

As a regular soldier, Uncle Bo has naturally received relevant chemical defense training. He also knows that throughout the history of World War II, the inhumane Japanese used poison gas bombs, a devilish weapon.

Even now, he could tell from the pale yellow color of the poisonous gas that it was the famous 'mustard gas'.

The chemical name of this thing is dichlorodiethyl sulfide, which is a corrosive poison; it can be absorbed through the skin, respiratory tract and digestive tract, causing systemic poisoning.

Its toxicity mainly manifests itself in damage to the skin, respiratory tract and digestive system.

It was used extensively during World War I. Because of its amazing killing effect, it was called the king of poison gas. Anyway, this thing is quite powerful.

When Uncle Bo saw the poisonous gas, he didn't react immediately and was stunned for a second or two. It can't be blamed on him being too inexperienced.

To put it bluntly, he still fell into a misunderstanding of modern people in his thinking:
I still treated these little Japanese devils as human beings and thought they still had some dignity.

I thought that at the moment, the Japanese had not completely broken off relations with the white people, and they were still worried about the international impact.

They didn't dare use such evil weapons as poison gas bombs outside the city of Magic City, that is, under the noses of the large number of white people in the concession.

Is that true? Uncle Bo is overthinking it. The Japanese really used poison gas a lot during the Battle of Shanghai.

For example, when they were fighting in the streets with our army in the Zhabei area, they suffered heavy losses and were unable to advance because of our army's resolute resistance.

Regardless of the fact that they were still in the city, they used poison gas bombs.

It's just that because of the lack of information these days, Uncle Bo and the others had too many things to do after crossing over, so this serious soldier didn't know...

When Uncle Bo's warning of "poison gas bombs" reached the ears of others, seven or eight poison gas bombs had already fallen on the battlefield.

The pale yellow poisonous gas also began to spread in multiple areas, including an area around the sledgehammer.

Instinctively, Dachui pulled out a dirty towel from his bag, but when his hand touched the water bottle at his waist, his heart skipped a beat.

Nothing else! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary gas delivery worker at a gas station.

The living environment here is the safest country on the planet; suddenly arriving at such a fierce battlefield, even if you are prepared to fight the devils to the death, you can't help but feel extremely nervous.

What to do? Drink a lot of water to relieve the tension in your heart.

So by now, the water in the sledgehammer's kettle had long been drunk up, and there was no water left to wet the towel.

It should be noted that the kettles used by Dachui and others were Type 94 field kettles captured from the Japanese, and were definitely not the ones originally issued to the Sichuan Army.

Because the kettles distributed to the Sichuan Army were ceramic kettles produced by Shuangqing Rongchang Ceramic Factory.

Porcelain is inherently heavy, and it becomes quite a burden when filled with water. It can even break easily if you’re not careful, making it incredibly difficult to use.

Faced with the situation of drinking the kettle, Dachui usually liked to watch anti-Japanese dramas, and thus learned a lot of strange knowledge, which came in handy at this time.

A moment later, the sledgehammer realized: "If there is no water, urine will have the same effect."

His life was at stake, so he didn't care whether it was decent to defecate in public or not, and he immediately pulled down his pants.

A second later, Da Hammer finally panicked. Perhaps it was because he'd sweated so much during the intense battle, but now he couldn't expel anything. Instead, the poisonous gas in the air grew thicker, and when it came into contact with the thing he'd pulled out, waves of pain and itchiness spread, making it even harder to expel anything.

Suddenly the poor gas delivery worker was in a huge dilemma.
If he continued to take that thing out and tried hard to prepare the feeling of releasing it, he would be in danger of being ruined by the poisonous gas; if a man broke this thing, what was the point of living?
If you don't take it out, you will be suffocated to death by the poisonous gas.

Faced with such a dilemma, the poor gas delivery worker almost went crazy.

At this critical moment, a wet rag with a strong smell was covered on the mouth and nose of the sledgehammer; the gas worker turned his head and saw that it was Huang A-di, his partner who weighed more than 200 pounds.

Huang A-di couldn't speak at the moment because he was covering his mouth, but his eyes firmly conveyed a message:
"Brother, use mine. Mine is bigger."

Covering your mouth and nose with a wet cloth cannot completely protect against mustard gas, but it can filter out the biggest threat to respiratory tract damage.

Other injuries to the eyes and skin will at least not cause them to die immediately.

So after covering his mouth and nose, Dahammer immediately felt much better.

The only problem was that this piece of rag not only had a strong stench, but when Dahammer's tongue accidentally touched it a little, it actually tasted a faint sweetness.

"Fuck! Go back and remind Huang Adi that he should go see a doctor. This diabetes is quite serious."

Da Hammer, who was trying to find a way to be cheerful despite the misery, complained silently in his heart.

Otherwise? This was a brutal battle on the battlefield of defending our country, a life-and-death struggle with the Japanese. To survive and to kill as many Japanese as possible, no matter what we did, it would be worth it.

There was a touch of something sweet on my tongue, but it was just a trivial thing...

******
Hu Biao naturally knew nothing about the little embarrassment that happened to Dachui.

Even if they knew, they would definitely not care, because the position is facing the biggest crisis since the war began.

When the poisonous gas began to spread on the battlefield, the Japanese attacking force, which was only a small squad and was advancing slowly, immediately became different.

They put on gas masks and gloves, rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs, and rushed towards the position with bayonets pointed, proving that this gas attack was actually premeditated.

Hu Biao was not the only one who discovered this situation.

Black Star, who had just blocked his mouth and nose with a wet towel, did not dare to delay at all when he saw this. He held a Czech light machine gun in one hand and fired at the Japanese.

But firing with one hand was already quite troublesome, and with the influence of the poison gas, the accuracy of the bullets was greatly reduced.

What’s more important is that a magazine was quickly used up, and it was extremely troublesome for him to change the magazine with one hand.

Instinctively, he muffled a cry: "Pig."

Zhuwazi is Black Star's deputy shooter, or more precisely, the youngest soldier in the third company; he is less than 17 years old today, but because of malnutrition, he looks only 15 years old.

After automatically taking up position, Black Star's original secondary shooter, Hammer, had other tasks.

In order to take care of the youngest soldier in the company, Black Star brought him with him to serve as a deputy shooter.

After shouting, Black Star received no response. While changing the magazine, he turned his head and saw that the person was only three or four meters away.

The piglet fell to the ground with a blue-gray face, foaming at the mouth and coughing continuously. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

Perhaps it was the desire for life that made him look at Black Star with pleading eyes; but at this moment, Black Star didn't even have time to save him.

After inhaling so much poisonous gas, there is no way to save him.

Black Star almost went crazy thinking about how a child who was only a high school student in the modern dimension died in such a painful way in the best grade.

After hastily ejecting a magazine, he saw that the suppression effect was too poor, so he picked up a wooden-handled grenade in his hand.

Only at this moment did he realize that he could have bitten off the fuse of the wooden-handled grenade with his teeth even with only one hand.

Now that you have covered your mouth and nose, how can you bite?

I think other people on the battlefield who were firing and fighting with one hand would encounter the same situation.

So the key question is, in such a bad situation, can we still stop these devils?
(End of this chapter)