But at this time, the commandos were in no mood to care about heavenly affairs.
"Click!"
The Thomson in his hand was out of bullets, and Long Wenwen cursed inwardly.
"Phew...ding!"
A soldier next to him was lying on a sandbag and shooting. Suddenly his helmet made a crisp sound, and the bullet bounced off the arc of the helmet, leaving a dent. This scared him half to death, and he subconsciously touched his head.
"What a good boy, you're so lucky!" Long Wenwen sighed.
"Poof! Poof!"
Before the soldier could laugh, two more bullets struck. This time, the goddess of luck had already left him. The projectiles were shot directly from the eye sockets and the bridge of the nose. Blood splattered everywhere, his entire face was bloody and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh shit!"
Long Wenwen's face twitched fiercely. The battlefield was like this. If he didn't pay attention, he would be the one who died in the next moment.
The Japanese army stopped about 100 meters away from the tree fort. They did not continue to charge, but fired wildly in the direction of the tree fort from that position.
"Don't get ahead of yourself! Wait until the little devil charges and then fight back!" Long Wenwen leaned behind the sandbag and shouted loudly.
The fire suppression of the Japanese army is quite fierce, and you will suffer a big loss if you shoot against them now. In addition, the commandos' automatic weapons had long been exhausted. The soldiers replaced their Garands and submachine guns with 38-type Gai or Taisho 10-style, but their firepower was already far behind.
"This little thing is too hard to use. It jams every time you hit it, and the bullets are only small."
Mi Long shrank his head and kept complaining while loading the Type 92. He was used to using good things, and he showed a strong dislike for the "chicken neck" of the Japanese army.
"That thing can only shoot in long bursts. Milong, please pay attention. The barrel of the gun is smoking. Don't fucking blow it up!"
Long Wenwen was also helpless. What else could he do now? The little devil's weapon is not easy to use, but it is better than the fire stick.
"Doubian, go to the back to find some lubricating oil. I heard that this thing requires oiling on the spring plate." Milong kicked Doubian aside.
"I know, Brother Milong." Doubian said and was about to run back.
Long Wenwen grabbed the mud on the ground and threw it towards Mi Long, and cursed angrily: "You turned a deaf ear to what I said, right? If you go out now, aren't you looking for death? I'll give it to you!"
The bullets made a popping sound as they hit the surrounding sandbags. The firepower of the little devils never stopped, but they were still not seen charging. I didn't know what the hell these grandsons were up to.
However, after fighting all morning, the Japanese had already dropped four to five hundred corpses on this hilltop. Judging from the situation, the little devils would not be able to break through their defense line today.
At this moment, several artillery shells fell around the tree fort. Surprisingly, the explosion was not powerful, but thick smoke slowly dispersed from each impact point.
"Xiao Dongyang also used smoke bombs?" Bula asked uncertainly.
"Look, once the smoke bombs hit, it's time for these turtle boys to charge." Kaname analyzed confidently.
The light yellow smoke gradually drifted towards the trench where they were located. Long Wenwen looked at the smoke uneasily, and his strong sixth sense told him that danger was approaching.
There was a faint smell of garlic in the air, and suddenly... Long Wenwen thought of a terrible thing.
"Gas bomb!! Wear a mask!"
Long Wenwen shouted at the top of his lungs. Everyone was startled and immediately reacted. They quickly took out the gas mask from their bodies and hurriedly put it on their faces.
Several soldiers who were closer had already fallen into the smoke. They looked in pain, their faces were blue, they fell to the ground and twitched, holding their necks, and vomited a large amount of white foam in their mouths.
"Son of a bitch! It's mustard gas! Everyone, get back to the tree fort, quickly!" This moment made Long Wenwen feel horrified, and he had no time to hesitate, because the protective effect of gas masks on this poisonous gas was very limited.
"咻咻咻...ah!"
Several soldiers stood up in a hurry and tried to save their poisoned comrades, but they were knocked to the ground by the bullets fired from them. A Japanese team also wearing gas masks had already begun to attack!
This group of little devils not only wore masks, gloves and neck protectors, but they also wore a complete set of chemical protective suits, wrapping their bodies tightly so that no piece of skin was exposed.
Mustard gas is also called an erosive poison. Don’t think that you’ll be fine just by wearing a gas mask. The damage caused by this poisonous gas to the human body is not only manifested by inhalation of the lungs, but also causes purulent ulceration and tissue necrosis on the surface skin, and can easily cause secondary infection, and the wound is extremely difficult to heal.
It is the most widely produced, stored and used chemical weapon so far. Its killing capacity accounts for more than 80% of known chemical warfare casualties. It is called the "King of Poisons"
Moreover, this notorious poisonous gas has no specific treatment at all. It can have a strong toxic effect on the entire body's visceral fat organs through the respiratory tract and skin. Those who are severely poisoned will die in a very painful way in a short period of time.
"Stop standing there! Get back if you want to survive! Find something to wrap around your hands and neck!"
Long Wenwen grabbed the people next to him and ran back desperately. He knew the horror of this thing, and he had also seen soldiers killed by mustard gas. The painful scene of red rashes and erosion all over their bodies is still unforgettable.
"Ah!"
"Help...help me!"
…
Several soldiers who had been deeply immersed in the poisonous gas let out horrifying wails. It was already too late for them to put on their gas masks, and they could not prevent the poisonous gas from damaging their skin. There were varying degrees of ulcers on their necks and arms.
The painful and itchy feeling made people couldn't help but scratch, but the more they scratched, the more serious the wound became. Their skin had been scratched to a bloody pulp. As the poisonous gas spread further through the wound to the whole body, these soldiers brought He fell to the ground with fear and unwillingness, and could only wait in pain for death to come.
No one cares about them, there is really nothing they can do, and anyone who tries to save them will only get themselves involved. The only way to survive now is to return to the tree fort, try to find something to cover the exposed parts of the body, and block the shooting holes at the same time.
Fortunately, the Japanese did not have many chemical protective suits, so the attacking force only had a small team of more than 30 people. Mustard gas does not recognize people, and the other little devils only dare to watch from a distance, waiting for the poison gas to kill the Chinese people in the tree fort before making any plans.
Rather than saying that this team is attacking, it is better to think that they are here to collect the corpses. Long Wenwen ran back while thinking about how to deal with them later.
The dozen or so people who survived desperately ran back to the tree fort, but in that yellow poisonous mist, more than twenty soldiers closed their eyes forever.
"Huh...huh...what is that...what the hell!?"
Milong threw the gun to the ground and said in shock. They knew about poison gas bombs, but this was the first time they saw such harsh mustard gas. The tragic scene of their companions being poisoned and killed was still vivid in their minds.
There were also two soldiers in the team who accidentally inhaled the poison gas. They took off their masks and knelt on the ground, coughing and vomiting. Their expressions of pain were horrifying.
"Take the two of them down below and find something to block the shooting holes. The brothers in the tree fort also put on their gas masks. Hurry! The kid is coming up. Guard the door for me!"
Without taking a breath, Long Wenwen hurriedly ordered everyone, and everyone took action quickly, but no one expected that they would face such a critical moment on the first day.
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"what is that?"
Liao Mingyu, who was observing the situation on the top of the mountain with the artillery scope, uttered a question. At this time, a large cloud of light yellow smoke actually appeared in the direction of the tree fort.
"Is it a smoke bomb?" Yu Xiaoqing said uncertainly.
At first, Liao Mingyu thought it was a smoke bomb from the Japanese army, but then he thought that there was no point in the Japanese army launching smoke bombs on the top of the mountain.
And as the smoke filled the air, the sound of gunfire on the top of the mountain slowly stopped.
Could it be...
"No, it's a gas bomb!"
Damn those little devils, they used biological and chemical weapons so quickly. These beasts really did anything to counterattack the tree fort.
"What...what should the people in the tree fort do?" Yu Xiaoqing's heart trembled, and she sweated for Long Wenwen and the others.
"Inform McLuhan and ask him to contact Hertelling to bomb the Japanese offensive forces on the reverse slope!"
Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice with a cold face. Come on, let’s hurt each other! You have gas bombs, I also have napalm bombs, let’s see who can outplay who!
