You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Back at the command post, Lin Feng's expression did not improve.

He could sense that both the Japanese soldiers and the foreigners in the concessions had reached their limit of patience.

If the Japanese can't conquer the city after a long siege, they'll definitely resort to underhanded tactics.

Foreigners, for their own safety, might also stab you in the back.

"We must be on guard."

With a thought, Lin Feng opened the system interface.

Current exchange points: 929

"not enough."

He retrieved all 26 silver dollars in the boxes of final payment that Wang Tianlu had sent from his system space.

"System, recharge all funds."

Current exchange points: 6129

With the money, Lin Feng immediately opened the supply list and searched for "gas mask".

[Hans M30/M38 Gas Mask]

[Exchange Price: 0.1 points/set]

This thing is as cheap as cabbage in the system, after all, it's a consumable.

"Buy, 10000 sets to start."

Current exchange points: 5129

Splash!

The open space in the warehouse was instantly filled with green tin cylindrical cans.

"Yu Shu, call the two regimental commanders over to collect the supplies!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Wenzhong and Li Dadao arrived.

Both of them were stunned as they stared at the pile of gas mask canisters on the ground.

"Commander, this is..." Li Dadao picked up a can and shook it. "Canned meat?"

"Dream on." Lin Feng said coldly, "This is a gas mask, used to protect against the Japanese's extermination plot."

"Issue the order that everyone in each regiment, including laborers and cooks, receive one set immediately. In addition, each regimental headquarters should prepare an extra 300 sets."

"Right now, I'll have my veterans teach your officers and soldiers how to use it. Anyone who can't learn it will have their head submerged in water to practice holding their breath."

Zhang Wenzhong frowned and said hesitantly:

"Leader...the concession is right next to us."

Even if the Japanese devils were utterly depraved, they wouldn't dare to use poison gas under the noses of foreigners, would they?

If that gust of wind blows by and the foreign dignitaries in the concession are poisoned to death, how will the Japanese explain themselves?

"Explain?"

Lin Feng sneered. The words of that foreign major general had already made him understand the ways of the world:

"Old Zhang, you overestimate those foreigners. They're all fucking blind!"

"The Japanese are powerful now, and they are pursuing appeasement. As long as the fire doesn't reach their eyebrows, they will pretend not to see it."

"Believe it or not, as long as the Japanese don't directly storm into the concession and kill people, even if they release poison gas here, those foreigners will at most condemn it in the newspapers, saying it was an 'accidental bombing' or an 'unknown gas,' but they won't actually intervene."

"Placing your hopes on the conscience of foreigners is like placing your hopes on their sows climbing trees."

Although Lin Feng's words contained a lot of kinship, they were indeed reasonable and well-founded.

The two regimental commanders exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Brigade Commander Lin was a master strategist; since he said the Japanese would use poison, then the Japanese would definitely use poison.

"Yes, issue it immediately."

-----

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky was overcast, a light breeze blew from the north, directly towards the positions of the Xia soldiers.

The forward positions of the Japanese 3rd Division.

After a prolonged and unsuccessful attack, Division Commander Fujita had completely lost his temper.

Conventional attacks were ineffective, armored forces suffered heavy losses, and even aircraft crashing into buildings did not deter the enemy.

If they still can't take it in a few days, he'll have to send several of his regimental commanders to commit seppuku and take the blame.

"We can't worry about that now."

Fujita Susumu gritted his teeth and ordered, "Order the artillery to use 'special smoke' to smoke those Chinese rats out of their holes."

"Commander, the concession is right next door..." the staff officer tried to dissuade him.

"Baka! This is an order. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Fujita Susumu roared, "So what if we make the concession stink as long as we can take down Lin Feng?!"

"Hai!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A few minutes later, the Japanese mountain guns and infantry guns began firing.

But the sound of the cannon was strange; it was muffled and weak.

The shells landed around the Sihang Warehouse, but instead of exploding violently, they made soft "poof" sounds.

Immediately afterwards, puffs of eerie yellowish-green smoke rose from the point of impact.

That's a mixture of chlorine and phosgene.

"Poison gas! The Japanese have released poison gas!"

The observation post immediately began shouting.

Although they were prepared, some of the militia members and the defeated soldiers they had recruited still panicked when they first saw the yellowish-green poisonous fog rushing towards them with the wind.

"Put on a mask, put on a mask now."

"Don't run around, lie down, and put on your mask and you'll be fine."

Just then, the system soldiers under Lin Feng's command played a crucial role in stabilizing the situation.

Officers and non-commissioned officers at all levels, without batting an eye, skillfully opened the tin cans, took out masks, quickly put them on their heads, and then kicked the panicked recruits in the buttocks.

"Take it with you. Take it if you don't want to die."

Soon, thousands of soldiers, their faces covered by those pig-snout-like gas masks, with only pairs of cold eyes visible, stared intently at the smoke ahead through the glass lenses.

In the smoke.

The remnants of the Japanese 68th Regiment, numbering about 600, all wearing gas masks and carrying bayonets, crouched low and crept up.

"Yoshi..."

The Japanese battalion commander leading the team looked at Fengmao Department Store shrouded in poisonous fog and let out a muffled laugh:

"The Chinese must be in complete chaos. They don't have gas masks, and they're probably all choking and foaming at the mouth right now."

"Warriors, charge! Don't fire your guns, take them out with your bayonets!"

The Japanese soldiers were brimming with confidence.

In past battles, the Great Xia army would collapse instantly as soon as the special smoke was deployed, leaving them at the mercy of the enemy.

They swaggered through the smoke and rushed to a spot less than fifty meters from the warehouse.

however.

What awaits them is not a coughing, vomiting lamb to the slaughter.

Instead, they were rows of dark gun barrels.

"beat!"

Lin Feng wore an M35 steel helmet and a gas mask. His voice was muffled, yet filled with murderous intent.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

"laugh------!"

MG-42 machine gun, StG-44 assault rifle, PPSh submachine gun, Czech-made machine gun, MP-40...

All the automatic firepower erupted at that moment.

A hail of bullets shot out through the firing ports, tearing through the poisonous fog and slamming into the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers.

"What?!"

The Japanese major who was at the forefront had his head blown off instantly.

Before the Japanese soldiers behind could react, a whole group of them were swept down by a hail of bullets.

They never expected that the Chinese not only weren't poisoned, but seemed to have been waiting for them all along.

"Damn it, they're fine! They definitely had gas masks, everyone did!"

"This is a trap!"

The Japanese troops were completely thrown into chaos.

Wearing a gas mask restricts vision, makes breathing difficult, and already hinders movement.

Now, facing such saturation firepower, they don't even have a chance to fight back.

The screams, muffled by the gas mask in their throats, sounded especially eerie.

In just ten minutes.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed up left hundreds of corpses on the ground and retreated in a sorry state.

On the first floor of the department store, Li Dadao, wearing a gas mask and looking like a demon, brandished his ghost-head broadsword.

"Hahaha, you little devils, trying to poison your grandpa?"

"Maybe in the next life!"